Author's Note!:In this story Tom is an older version of the Tom Harry meets in his second year. I may put something on that in the story later, but right now i have no explanation. A good one any way...lol. Any ideas would be cool, and if i use someone else's i'll give credit. (Warning!: i am a new author -sort of- so if i use it, i might not use it well.)

Also, would this be a good story to continue? Should i change it to Tom-Harry or keep it Voldemort-Harry? Any advice is appreciated. :D

Silence...

the deafening and unnerving silence. Not a single foot step was heard on the forest floor, and even the creatures of the night had stilled. The air was thick with tension as an emerald in the dark tried to form a coherent thought, move into action, and hide out of view.

Snap

A familiar stranger in the dark moved forward, a frail twig breaking under his weight. The moment of panic was broken and a small figure shot behind a tree -long silk ebony hair flowing behind- out of view from the dark figure at the other edge of the small clearing. His charmed feet hadn't made a sound when they moved across the wet earth.

It had not deterred the man's movement and soft steps across the meadow cried out in the dead silence before coming to a dead stop in the center. Another moment of held breath as startling crimson eyes scanned the trees with a hint of desperation. Behind his hiding spot the boy closed his eyes with just as much desperation as he waited for the figure to pass.

After a minute had come and gone, he finally heard footsteps move in the opposite direction from him, fading away into the distance. he slowly turned and peeked around the side of his protection.

…..No sign of the man remained and he let out a breath of air his body falling to the side, relaxing against the side of the tree. Finding him here was extremely unlucky at the moment. The fact that a madman, that was currently obsessed will finding and killing him, had just decided to go on a lovely midnight stroll tonight was a horrible setback to his plans. He didn't know if he could turn back now. Not after he had come so far.

He knew if he went back to the wonderful school now, he wouldn't have the stomach to try to get away a second time. He already missed his friends and all the little wonders waiting to be discovered. But there was no way he could look dumbledore in the eye after what he had heard.

However, that kind of thinking was for another time, and place. Now he had to carefully work his way through a forest filled to the brim with death and danger, not including the murder walking around, and that would require his full attention.

Taking a deep breath, he turned away from the tree to make his way around the meadow, and froze. Standing directly behind was a familiar stranger staring intensely down at him with crimson red eyes.

Time appeared to slow down as Voldemort opened his mouth, his voice cutting through the deafening silence.

"You can't hide from me Harry."

Frozen in place at the use of his first name, he watched as Voldemort slowly raised his hand, like he was trying not to scare away a small animal. But even if you move slow, the closer your hand gets, the more frightened the animal becomes.

Harry acted without thinking and dashed to the right, as he started running faster then he ever had in his life. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that he couldn't outrun the dark lord, but right now he was too scared to think, the only thing going through his mind was run faster.

He heard Voldemort curse before suddenly he could feel the dark lord chase after him. He couldn't hear his footsteps because they were still silenced, but he didn't hear the others either. It was likely that he had silenced his feet as well, but it seemed too easy. He briefly wondered if he didn't chase him after all, and had a horrifying thought. What if he was running right into another ambush?

He turned a sharp right hoping that maybe if he was lucky there were only a few death eaters here with him and that maybe he could some how avoid them. It was obviously pointless, but he could always hope.

As he turned he saw Voldemort out of the corner of his eye and cursed. The man was running at an impossible speed, and was gaining on him fast. When he changed directions out of panic, Voldemort just headed in his path and was now in arms reach.

"Harry, Wait!"

Once again, he faltered a little bit at the personal title, giving just enough time for his wrist to be caught in a firm grip and yanked back, causing him to cry out in pain. Before he could think, his back was firmly pressed against a tree, and his other wrist was caught and held above his head. He began to vehemently struggle to get free, until the hand applied almost painful pressure and he let his body go slack on habit.

When nothing happened for about a minute, he hesitantly glanced up. Voldemort was staring intensely at him studying him, and he resisted the urge to shudder.

"H-how...how did you know I was out here in the fore-?"

"I have layered a ward on the Hogwarts barrier to inform me when you leave it."..ok...

"Why did you do that?"

"because I wanted to know when you left the safety of Hogwarts." Well that didn't answer anything.

"Why are you confining my hands?"

"Because I don't want you to run away." the intensity did not cease.

"Are you answering the truth to all my questions."

"Yes." He had no clue why he asked that question as there was no way to confirm that, but..

"Why?"

"Because I refuse to lie to you."

Harry's eyes widened before narrowing in plain distrust, as he thought the matter over. He couldn't think of a time when he lied to him, but he was pretty sure the several murder attempts on his life overcame that. He was also pretty sure that Voldemort had ordered several people to lie to him, so that they could kill him. He counted that.

"You could just not answer at all."

"You prefer for me ignore your questions?" Harry made a frustrated sound.

"No, but I thought that was what you preferred."

"Do you prefer what I prefer? Because I prefer a lot of very preferable things to standing here in the cold." Harry sputtered and as suspected, didn't take the hint.

"O-of course I don't prefer what you prefer! I prefer what I prefer, and I prefer you letting me go. And if you don't prefer to stand here in the cold, then why are you?...Ugh my head..."

Voldemort chuckled and it was surprisingly warm. Less scorn and more... fondness... "I'm in the darkness trying to find my way back, then I heard your heart beating. You were in the darkness too. so I stayed in the darkness with you..."(1)

Harry stared up him in shock. "w-what...?" Voldemort smiles, and Harry's breath catches. Beautiful...

He smiles a little longer, before he straightens and his expression becomes serious. "Harry. I need to talk with you about Dumbledore... and other things." The sudden change in conversation boggles him, but figures he can't really do much in his position.

"o-ok... spew it."

"Not here. I assume they have realized your absence by now since Dumbledore never monitors students leaving the wards, and will be chasing after you soon." Harry sputtered for the 100th time that night.

"B-but how...H-how did you know? I could have come out here by their wish!" Voldemort chuckled.

"I just know you Harry. That's all. Now, if I let you go, will you not run and come with me willingly?"

He thought for a second. It's not like he was close to getting away. He would just as easily be caught a second time, so there wasn't really a point. There was also the fact that he only planned up to getting out and away from hogwarts. He didn't have a clue where he was going.

"Fine."

Voldemort let go and Harry rubbed his wrist.

"Jeez. You didn't have to kill my wrist!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Your wrist were never alive. Now. Have you ever apparated Harry?" Harry looked up at him already starting to feel sick.

"If I say no, can we walk?" Voldemort laughed, and it sent shivers down his spine.

"Of course not! Our feet -even if they are not alive to begin with, and I find this an odd thing to say- would die, it's so far away!" Harry looked up at him bewildered. Who the hell was this man?

He was startled out of his thoughts when Voldemort pulled him by his wrist over, and laced his fingers with Harry's. Then he put his other arm around Harry's waist.

"Hold on!"

"Wait a sec! I'm not read-!"

CRACK~

The crack was them apperating. :D

(1) Part of what he said was a line in a song called 'Cosmic Love" by Florence + The Machine. It's a great song! And i Listened to it as i wrote this. ^u^ 3