Harry/Tom

Harry groaned when he awoke. His head was hazy and he blinked a few times before his mind clear. He looked around slowly, realizing he was at in his room. He was at home; his heart seemed to slow at the realization.

He felt a dull ache in his wrist, which was almost pleasant from the night before. He was in a bed, correction; he was in Tom's bed. He looked down at the other…Vampire, a small smile on his lips as he realized the man was alive.

"Payback," Harry murmured as he made his way down His Tom's body, an impish smile on his lips as he waved away the man's bottoms. His eyes lighting up at his prize, and before he lost his nerve he went down on Tom.

He was sucking furiously as he looked at the older man's face, watching as Tom groaned in helplessness. His hands seeming to twitch as if they wanted to grab hold of something that, perhaps, wasn't really there.

Harry wanted to grin, but his mouth was otherwise occupied, he pulled Tom father into him in one quick motion, the man's eyes shooting open as he screamed.

Tom looked down and his crimson eyes met Harry's emerald and he groaned loudly, letting his head fall against the pillows. One of his hands fisted in the sheets as the other ran affectionately through Harry's hair, occasionally clenching and unclenching in bliss.

"I hadn't…." there was a low moan, "thought, this was actually what you meant…when you said I was yours." Tom tried getting out in moans before his brain seemed to lose all coherencies.

Harry blushed furiously as he let his half lidded eyes catch Tom's, and with his tongue doing absolutely wicked things to the man beneath him. Tom lost all semblance of who he was at the moment, coming hard as he threw his head back and whimpered Harry's name.

The younger man crawled up the bed to straddled Tom's waist, nuzzling his ear.

"I don't leave my bed mates once they've been satisfied," Harry purred into Tom's ear as he nibbled the lobe gently, his fangs scrapping against the skin, almost teasingly.

Tom groaned, resisting the urge, and failing wonderfully, to put Harry on his back…

HarryxTom

The Death of a Hero, or the Birth of a Past of Darkness? By Rita Skeeter

Times are getting Darker, the Boy-Who-Lived has betrayed us to the dark, and the beacon of light, Albus Dumbledore is dead. He was slaughtered in his bedroom last night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. His body was almost unrecognizable as he was found. There was however a message written in his blood;

'We will fight back, you've tortured out loved ones and now you will know death. Dumbledore was but the first death in the chain of killings that will occur. A wicked man such as him, who sold his soul, has no right to even live, much less amoung the innocent.'

It has also been made known that Minerva – the Hogwarts Deputy Mistress, is in the presence of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She was badly beaten and cursed by you would never guess it – Dumbledore. He was also responsible for the conversion from light to dark by Mister Potter. He kidnapped both he and his godfather and held them hostage inside of Hogwarts dungeons so they could hear their partial family, Severus Snape, be tortured because he failed to spy on the Dark for Dumbledore.

For once this reporter brings the honest to Merlin truth. I hope that you can now understand the view points of both He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the Boy-Who-Lived. I fear that anyone who stands against the two will not survive, but the question is: Are they doing it for revenge, or are they trying to change our world for the better?

"You're so cute!" Harry squealed as he rolled on the ground with Lily, his cheeks flushed and his hair mused.

"I can't believe you allowed him to bring the dog here, my lord." Regulus said as he watched the two fondly, Sirius was just entering the room.

"I was never your Lord Regulus." Silence seemed to ensue – Harry stopping his horse play with Lily to listen. Tom set his glass of liquor down with a deep sigh.

"No, you weren't, Voldemort."

Tom swished his hand through the air with the title.

"Its Tom now," he said as he met Harry's eyes before returning his attention to the Black.

"Family, my brother doesn't hate me, and I have a nephew now – something I never thought possible with the family I was raised in."

Tom hummed as he stood, "Well, excuse me, but I ask that you both leave, after last night. I would like to spend today with Harry." and he ignored them as he made his way towards Harry and Lily, a small smile on his lips as his eyes danced with the light.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," he mumbled to himself as he plopped down on the floor, pulling Harry into his lap; the teen squealing loudly as he grinned.

"I was doing something you know!" He said childishly poking the man in his chest.

"I know I came to join you."

"You could've left me on the floor."

"Why, you're so much more useful where you are?"

Harry growled but ignored him in favor Lily. The puppy rolled onto her back so he could scratch her stomach lightly; her leg kicking back and forth wildly when he scratched the right spot on her.

"Your dog is so weird, Harry." the boy just shrugged.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" Harry sighed, and shrugged again.

"What's wrong?" Tom said harshly, punctuating his question by grabbing Harry by his chin roughly. His hand almost dropped though when he saw the eyes that were almost brimming with tears. So you can imagine his surprise when his sweet little Harry, that wouldn't hurt anything, hauled off and punched him; he was hanging around his godmutt to much.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

Harry hit him again, sobs racking his body as the strong, bruising hits, turned into feeble attempts to grab the shirt in front of him.

"Do you know what it was like, dammit? To watch you go down, to watch the damn fool stand over you in triumph. I thought you were dead….I thought I'd lost you….I thought you were dead." He repeated so quietly Tom felt his insides churn and his own eyes burn.

"I'm not dead, Harry," he said quietly.

"But you were! I warned you, I wanted to go! If I hadn't…you'd be dead, Tom, do you have any idea what it was like?" He asked again, screaming. "I thought that was it! I have no one else. I have people who are here for me, but you're it! You're bloody it!" he screamed, throwing his fists against the man's chest again.

Tom's strong arms incased him, halting all physical attacks as Tom held him close, Harry's sobs echoing through the room as he cried loudly.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn't know, I'm so sorry, love." Harry's hands gripped his shirt harder and the younger looked up at Tom, pulling on his shirt, pulling him into a kiss.

There was no control in this kiss; there was no dominance or challenge. It was two desperate people trying to reassure themselves they were alive.

Tom almost groaned, as Harry pulled him up off the floor and the two somehow made it to Tom's bedroom through their kissing and groping. Harry pushed against the wall as they finally made it inside of the room, Tom kicking the door next to them closed.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, kissing Harry softly as the boy wrapped his arms around his neck. The tears stopped, as his puffy red eyes closed in bliss, Tom's mouth slowly sucking on his neck. The sharp teeth he had acquired dragging across the skin, leaving swollen lines in their wake as he injured the skin.

Harry moaned loudly, okay so he was doing something right. Small hands were unbuttoning his shirt, and he decided that maybe reciprocating was a good idea and soon they were both shirtless, and Harry was pushing Tom back onto his bed.

:Do you know how sexy you are when you take control?: Tom asked the young man, Harry blushing hotly as he crawled on the bed, smiling down at Tom. His expression far too sexy to be unintended.

:Now you know how I feel when you throw me against random hard places.: Harry practically purred the parseltongue words, and Tom groaned loudly as Harry's hand fumbled with the button of his trousers.

Harry's teeth sank into the nape of Tom's neck, pleasure immediately assaulting the older man. His body and the dull, painful, ache soon became something he was lost in as Harry forced his trousers down and his small hands were then out of his control.

Tom turned them over Harry laughing lightly as they were caught in the sheets.

Tom growled as he looked down on the flushed man beneath him, Harry's eyes dilated, and his face flushed. He had his hands pinned above his head and Tom whispered the spell Harry had asked him too earlier in the year, "Exmonecto," and Harry gasped…his body froze up, his pupils seemed to disappear, and he could've sworn then and there he was one fire.

Tom's hands were also responsible for that fire though, and he moaned loudly. The feeling of the power flowing through him, and Tom's hands were it. He screamed as everything seemed to shatter and his vision went dark.

Tom-LV/HP

"So…he's dead, what a pity. He was so useful. Now though, now I get to kill the one responsible for his death. The one who has been ruining the progression on my plans." Grindelwald said to the unspeakables in front of him. They nodded their heads in agreement.

"Tonight, Harry Potter, and the man known as Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Die." There was cheering, but amoung the Unspeakables: message sent, message received. Tonight would be it. Though what Grindelwald didn't know, was that no Unspeakable would turn their back on Harry Potter. He was after all, one of them.

The wards on Hogwarts were ripped apart and the students everywhere screamed as the building groaned in protest, teachers ushering students out of the building and into Hogsmeade.

Then there were twenty one identical cracks as everyone one, including Grindelwald, apparated.

Tom/Harry

"When do you think Harry'll wake up?" Tom asked Lily as the dog looked at him strangely, "If I knew it'd affect him like that I wouldn't have done anything."

"Affect who like what?" came from the door way of his study and Tom looked up at Harry who was dressed in one of his black dress shirts that hung to his knees. The boy was rubbing his eyes as he stretched his other arm in the air with a yawn. Tom couldn't resist himself, "You're so cute."

"Coming from you, are you sick?" Harry asked as he walked over to the other man, feeling his forehead as he climbed into his lap, snuggling into his warmth with a sigh.

"If you weren't going to wake up, why'd you get out of bed?"

"Looking for you,"

Tom nodded as if that made all the sense in the world to him.

"They'll be coming soon,"

"Then you'd best put on your pants." Tom joked.

"They want to kill us, but the man coming will be betrayed."

Tom looked down at the bundle in his lap and swallowed.

"What are you talking about Harry?"

"The man with Dumbledore…he's coming,"

"How do you know?"

"The snakes…in my dreams," Tom almost panicked as he pulled Harry out of his lap, and rushed them back to his bed room – pulling Harry's jeans back onto him as the boy laid back down in his bed and snuggled into the pillow Tom had slept on the night before. He heard shouting, and barking, and the hissing before many Apparation cracks were heard. When silence finally ensued, he almost had an army standing in front of him. The Blacks, LeStranges, his other Death Eaters, plus a dog and a dragon.

"Oh bloody joy," he swore to himself.

"My Lord," Bellatrix began, "he has moved and has the Unspeakables, but they support no one but Harry. He will be here soon, he desires to kill you…My...Lord what's wrong with Harry?"

"Nothing is wrong with him, and he would like to remind you he is still in the room." Harry said as he dragged himself into a sitting position, looking around the mass that flooded in and out of their bed chambers.

"I didn't realize a war could start so bloody early in the morning, don't people know what sleep is." He complained as he stumbled out of bed. "He…obviously has more people with him then the Unspeakables. He wouldn't put his faith into them alone, they're a race of secrets and he's insane. I was…thinking. No," he shook his head to himself, his back turned towards everyone, "I want Bellatrix to take the elite to our study, hide in the panels – you know where they are Bella. Rockwood, I want you and your friends to take the entrance hall in the front, you know where to station. The rest of you, I want stationed throughout the manor, and a fifth of you on the grounds. The Unspeakables will get in contact with you so you know who they are." Voldemort nodded his consent and the two stood there until the room was empty.

"You're not their leader," he said coolly.

"I don't want to argue about this right now." Voldemort's arms wrapped around his waist from behind and Harry almost fell into him.

"I've always had to sit back seat…..I have power, and…its been my duty since I can remember entering the Wizarding World. For once, let me take control and protect the people I love," He said as he brought one of the man's hands up to his mouth and kissed it gently.

"Only this once."

"I promise."

Tom-LV/Harry

There was screaming, lots of screaming. There were werewolves everywhere, and Harry looked out at the grounds that had turned into a battle field. There was noise everywhere, not just screams. There were muffled shouts, growls and snarls, spells and curses.

People were everywhere; there was a diverse amount of people in the crowds, everyone from everywhere and every side.

He hadn't entered the battle yet, and he really didn't want to. He wanted to fight, but he didn't want to be the one to kill needlessly. He wanted it to be justified. He wanted it to be Gryffindor. He snorted at the irony. Perhaps he was a Gryffindor through and through.

"You're a Slytherin, love. Never try and think or convince yourself otherwise." Harry leaned back into Voldemort and shrugged.

"I can dream,"

"Why would you subject yourself to a nightmare like that?"

"Fun,"

"Masochist,"

"Sadist,

"Through and through," Voldemort purred out graciously, Harry rolling his eyes at the man's antics. "How are you feeling?"

"Stronger…much stronger, and it's dark…enticing, and I want to use it." Harry said quietly.

"That's nothing bad, love. Just because it's dark, does not mean the user has to use it for dark intentions."

Harry nodded, and turned to smile at the older man. "Thanks, Tom."

"Not at all," the man said as he leaned down to kiss the boy on his scar.

"How quaint," someone spat viciously, both looked over slowly, as if there was nothing of significance there to catch eyes with Lucius Malfoy.

"Impossible," Voldemort hissed.

The Malfoy patriarch just smirked as he raised his wand to them fully. "Obviously not,"

"Then how are you alive?" Harry asked calmly.

"My Master never goes unrewarding to those who serve him to their fullest."

"Grindelwald? Never would have guessed he was a necromancer." Harry said thoughtfully.

"I would have never figured you to have a mind either Harry Potter." The three of them turned to look at Gellert as he came out of the shadows.

"My Lord." That was Lucius.

"Wondering when you were going to come," said Harry idly.

"You act as if you've been waiting," the man almost hissed.

"I have, Seer. No one ever believes me," Harry joked as he tilted his head at the man. "You won't win,"

"If you haven't noticed, I already have. "

"No, you really haven't. You have your army, and Lord Voldemort has his, but have either of you ever wondered why The Boy Who Lived is so dangerous?" Harry chuckled darkly for a moment before pulling his hand up slowly and snapping his fingers.

"A magic trick then?" Gellert mocked.

"No, a strategically thought out plan, and that small sound, just became your death warrant." Harry smiled as he grabbed Voldemort's hand.

"Let's go, Tom, we're not needed hear any longer," The man looked at him strangely but didn't move, "look out into the battle field, love, and see why we are not needed." The three other men all listened to the command and saw that the Unspeakables had indeed betrayed Gellert, that they had turned on their fellow men and began the slaying of them.

"I would think you would want the pleasure to defeat me yourself, Potter, was it not I who is to blame for Severus's kidnap, your's and your godfather's as well? Do you think me so powerless?"

Harry dropped Voldemort's hand, and his wand slid into the previously occupied appendage. Before Gellert could even say anything, Harry had whispered coldly, "Crucio," and Gellert hit the ground screaming in pain, Harry's difference in strength from before showing as the man blacked out after only a few minutes.

"Luciusss," Voldemort hissed as he held his own wand, "how do you wish for me to kill you this time?"

"You can't kill me, my lord; I was brought back by a necromancer. I'm not killable, the only way to put me back to my grave is to kill me through necromancer ways." Voldemort raised his wand and smirked at the blonde man.

"I've a better idea, how about I bury you alive!" He yelled as he thrust his wand towards the man. The look on the Malfoy's face was one of horror, and just as he started to scream, he disappeared.

"Wow, I guess there really are some things worse than death," Harry said idly.

"Don't fancy being buried alive?"

"Nah,"

"Might be Kinky,"

"…"

"OW!"

"That's what you get for being a pervert, Tom," Harry said as he flexed his fist. A red bump already forming on Voldemort's chin.

"You just hit the second strongest man in the jaw, how did it feel?" Voldemort said huskily as he pulled Harry to him from behind.

"Bloody h- wait, second?"

"After you?"

"Did it really hide that much energy?"

"You're not even all the way there yet,"

"Mordred,"

"None of that, we have a war to win, what do you wish to do with Gellert?"

"He's all yours!" Harry said happily.

"Going to help your troops?"

"Never, they can handle their own, besides I think there are a few vampires out there."

"I hope they're not fighting for or against our side, either could lead to another war."

"Well no, I think its Drazen and some of his friends." Harry paused when he heard Voldemort's possessive growl, he grinned, the man not being able to see it from where he stood, "But maybe they'd like some help, I really don't know. I could always check. I don't want him getting hurt," and just what Harry was waiting for came, Voldemort wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him tight to his side.

"No, you're staying here,"

"You're way too easy,"

"Con-artist,"

"Slytherin!" Harry practically purred, the energy thrumming through his body exhilarating. They both looked over when they heard the sound of someone coughing up blood, the splatter of it against the ground making Harry cringe as Grindelwald stood from the ground on shaking knees.

"I must admit I'm impressed, but other than that, don't think too much of yourself."

"Well…I did have you passed out, and my intent wasn't even to kill you."

"So you say,"

"Believe me when I say," Voldemort started, "that if he wanted you dead, you'd be dead. A lot of people would and will kill for him. Including me and you haven't beaten me yet, Grindelwald."

"No, but I will," The man promised, raising his wand.

"Incendio!" Harry exclaimed. His wand aimed at the man. Voldemort's wand also found its way into his hand, joining Harry in his battle, "Crucio!"

"AvadaKedavra!"

"Ha! You missed! And I'm all ready dead old man!" Harry taunted as he duck the curse, "Expellairmus!"

"Really, school boy tricks?"

"I am a school boy!" Harry shouted mockingly as he shot another curse at the man.

"What's that make me, the teacher?" Voldemort said lightly.

Harry almost tripped when the words finally registered and he laughed loudly, ducking another curse that came along.

"Wow, Tom, love, you need help."

"Maybe after we take him down?"

"Gladly!" Harry said happily as he opened his mouth for another curse.

"CRUCIO!" and the moment seemed to freeze, like in Dumbledore's office as he watched Tom go under the curse – it couldn't possibly have been Voldemort, the man would never allow himself to be taken advantage of.

Harry had been under the Cruciatus curse before, and he knew it hurt like bloody hell, he also knew that Grindelwald was about to die. He could feel the cold fury run through his body like ice, and he stood still, gripping his wand as he tried to keep reign over it. He wasn't a murderer. He was not a murderer. Not yet anyways.

He could hear Tom's screams, and his veins seemed to turn to ice as he looked towards Grindelwald, "Sanctimoniacaedo," he whispered fiercely, his wand on his enemy.

Grindelwald paused for a second when he felt the spell pass through him, and when nothing else happened he smirked.

Then all hell broke loose; for him at least.

His blood felt like hot needles, and his chest felt like it was being ripped in several different directions. The heaviness in his body that he had gain through the Dark Arts was slowly seeping from his body, and then every thing was gone, and so was he.

"I had hoped he had at least a little good in him. I guess not," Harry whispered hoarsely as he kneeled by Tom. "I killed him, Tom, he's dead." And then he buried his face in the man's neck.

"Is it catching up to you?"

"Yeah." and Tom held him as Harry cried.