Authors Note!: Ummm... I got nothing.

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'Oh, fuck. I probably screwed everything up that I had been trying so hard to maintain. I can't believe I lost control like that. But what was I supposed to do? The boy was hard! Just from bathing with me! He was asking for it!'

After the little...whatever... in the bathroom, Harry fainted from emotional shock and physical exhaustion. Tom was tempted to put him in his own bed but he had done enough, and he laid Harry in the boys own bed.

After that, he proceeded to his office, where -1 hour later- He was still pacing back and forth contemplating what to do. He had swore to himself after... after her.. He would never allow any one to love him again.

Then again, it was just a blow job. The pleasure wasn't even returned! -much to his dismay. It didn't mean the boy would fall in love with him! That was utterly ridiculous. When Harry woke up, he would completely avoid the subject! Like it had never happened.

Tom stopped pacing, and sighed. If it came down to it, he would have to push the boy away. He didn't want to. It was the first time in a long time that he had felt this way about anyone. He was reasonably a bit hesitant to throw all that away.

Hopefully Harry would just go along with it. He didn't want anyone else he lov... He didn't want any one else.. close to him.. to be hurt ever again. Not if he could stop it.

Meanwhile, in the room further down the hallway, Harry was beginning to stir.

Harry cuddled further into the blankets and yawned. He felt warm and sleepy. Perfect sleeping conditions. He must have fallen asleep while waiting for Tom to get done with his paper work. Tom...

Oh. Well I guess... Since it's my fault, I should take care of the problem?

Harry's eyes snapped open as he remembered what had happened. He groaned before burying his head in the pillow. He couldn't remember how he got here, so it must have been.. Another dream? Harry thought that over for a moment.

Harry jerked up and threw his pillow angrily across the room, only getting more frustrated when it just hit the wall with a dull thump. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WITH ALL MY PERVERTED DREAMS!"

Harry jumped out of bed and looked down at himself. Confused, He stared at completely clean and dry pants. No damp spot. Harry just sighed. "I don't even know." He looked up and thought about just going back to bed.

And risk another one of those fucking dreams? No thank you! Not that the dream wasn't enjoyable. In fact he kinda wished that it had actually-

Harry slapped himself, and shook his head, ridding him of all thoughts concerning his To-... Dreams. He walked out of his room and looked left to right, before heading to the stairs. A strange sense of Deja vu, But he shook those thoughts away and continued down the hall.

Too lost in thoughts he didn't notice when a door opened to the left of him.

Smack

"Hm? Ah! Harry! Are you alright?" Tom shut the door and looked at Harry's blank expression. "Umm. Harry? Are you... ok?" Harry looked up at Tom's worried face. Act calm. Nothing happened. Stay cool.

"Ahahahahaha! You're so funny! Can I get some fresh air?" Good job Harry. That is definitely how you play it cool.

Tom looked at him bewildered. 'Oh god...I broke him.' Tom thought. "U-umm. Sure... There's a garden out back. I can show it to you if you'd like-"

"NO! I'm sure I can find my way on my own."

"What if you get lost?"

"I'll call a house elf."

"If they're all busy?"

"I'll find snape."

Tom was too confused to reply back to that and watched Harry mechanically turn around and head towards the stairs. "Harry. Are you sure your feeling well?"

Harry looked back at him and smiled. Sort of. It was.. Kind of scary. "Of course. Why would you think other wise?" Tom watched as he made his way down the stairs. 'I'd better follow him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself.' Tom thought.

Casting an illusion charm on himself, and a feather light spell on his feet, he followed Harry down the stairs. He studied him, and became relieved when the further Harry got away from where they talked the more normal he looked. More relaxed, less robotic. Then he worried again as the less weird-ed out he became, the more sullen he looked. He followed him to the dining room where they ate that connected to the sliding glass pane that led outside.

Harry sighed. He felt relaxed after leaving Tom and mentally berated himself on how stupid he acted. Act calm he said. Stay cool he said. He was so out of it, that Tom had asked him if he were sick!

He sighed again, and tried to clear his thoughts. He studied his surroundings. Directly in front of him was a path that led straight into some tall shrubbery blocking his view from what was beyond them. Their were several beautiful flowers surrounding him but none of them seemed magical in nature. Whatever he had expected of The dark lords garden was not what he was seeing.

Bored, he followed the path and stopped confused when it was covered in plants, blocking the rest of the way. He looked back at the house, then back at the path. Tom wouldn't mind if he did a little exploring out here. Not snooping, just exploring.

Harry lifted his wand and cast a few spells finally managing to rid the path of weeds. Continuing forward, he slowed down a bit when trees met over head shading the path. Creepy. Finally -gladly- reaching the end of the path he reached an opening in the dense woods.

In the center was a large fountain with two levels but the water wasn't running. The path circled around it but that was where it ended. Surrounding the path were dieing flowers and weeds that were taking over. The fountain was also covered in thorns, but with a quick spell, they were cleared away.

Stepping forward hesitantly, He looked into the dirty water of the fountain, and saw something shine at the bottom. A few more spells and the water was cleared of muck, and dead things, revealing the treasure he had found.

Slowly, Harry reached forward into the water and pulled out a golden chain with a locket at the other end. He sat down on the edge of the fountain and turned it over in his hands studying it's surface. On what he assumed was the front, he brushed away some muck and gasped when he saw a snake curved into the shape of an S on the cover.

"Slytherins locket.." Harry mumbled to himself. Glancing up, he looked around himself paranoid, before looking once again at the locket. It was beautifully detailed. 'What wonders would it reveal to me if opened...'

Cautiously, Harry clicked the locket open and looked inside. He thought some thing would jump out at him, or maybe a gleaming light would come out and take him away, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, what he found inside was a photo.

Still interested, Harry studied the picture. It was strangely still. Not magical in the slightest. But what really scared him was the resemblance. His hands began trembling as he studied the features of the smiling lady in the photo.

She had long straight black hair that fell down to her shoulders. Her skin looked pale, and her lips were full, but the most shocking detail was her eyes. Even though the photo was in black and white, you could still clearly see the color of her eyes. Deep emerald green. The same as his own.

"I see you've found the fountain of youth." Harry snapped the locket shut and shoved it into his pocket, looking up startled. Tom was standing at the edge of the opening were he had just come from and smiling sadly.

"The.. Fountain of youth?.." Tom chuckled and walked over to where he was, before sitting down next to him. He looked up at the clear sky and wondered were the sun was. "Not the actual fountain of youth. That's some where in..." Tom waved his hand around for emphases. "South America, or something. This was only nicknamed the fountain of youth because of the memory's it holds for me."

Harry forgot about earlier, too interested in how this was involved in his youth to bother acting embarrassed around him. "And, what memory's does it hold for you?"

Tom looked down at Harry searching for something in his eyes. He apparently found it, because then he said. "It holds the memory's of my days at the orphanage. If you were to go past this fountain into the woods behind it, and walked for some time, you would find the ruins of an orphanage. As well as the town that was with it."

Harry's eyes widened and before he could speak his mind, Tom spoke it for him. "No I didn't destroy it. Although I might have if I'd gotten there first. I found the fountain when I was running from some bully's at the orphanage. I was... scared... so I kept running and found this fountain. I met a girl her who convinced me to return."

Tom looked away stared in front of him at nothing in particular. "how?" Tom looked back at him then once again looked it front of him. "Hm? oh. When I met her, she asked me 'why are you running?' and I said 'because I want to get away'" Harry smiled. Ever since he was a child Tom was giving obvious answers.

FLASHBACK

"Oh, I see. Why do you want to get away?" The little boy looked at her in aggravation. It was none of her business why! But something about her just made him want to... spill all his secrets.

"Because I don't want to be there." It was a legitimate answer. It didn't give anything away but it wasn't a lie either. Tom hated liars.

He expected her to just ask why again but instead she said, "Where do you want to be? If you want to be away from there then you should go back and wait. I think that people would only assume for you to be there. If you leave, then you'll never know if some one came to get you."

Tom looked at her bewildered, then he sneered. "No one will come to get me. What is your name girl?"

"My name is Juliet. Why do you think no one will come to get you?"

"My name is Tom, and Because no one wants me."

"Why does no one want you?"

"B-because! I- um. H-how should I know!" Juliet smiled in triumph.

"There! Someone might want you. Which means some one might come get you. But they're expecting you to be there. How can they come to take you away, if you aren't there?"

Tom looked at her in shock as she grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. She urged him toward where he came from. "Hurry! Go back! They could be there any minute!"

Confused and hopeful of a savior he began running back in the direction from which he came.

END FLASHBACK

Harry smiled and thought about the locket. That must have been her. But in the picture she seemed older then how Tom described her. So they met later?

"Did you ever meet her again?" Tom looked down at him and smiled.

"Yes. In fact, after that, I ran back to the fountain quite often to see her and to tell her no one had come. But she always convinced me to go back."

The expression on Tom's face was so filled with emotion that Harry's smile when down a little. It sounded like Tom really liked her. Did he.. Could he have possibly..

Loved her?...

Whooo!~ I just threw that storyline in your face, huh?