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Note: SEQUEL'S UP! Broken Promises.I've REWRITTEN Just Tom, Just Harry as you may or may have not noticed. I've also renamed it, as it was called Now And Forever, Lord Voldemort before. Hope this edited version is better.

The darkest Lord of wizarding history lay before me, defenceless. It was a surprise he hadn't died earlier- after all, who can survive the Killing Curse but the Mighty Harry Potter? I breathed a light chuckle. Mighty, oh yes.

All the Death Eaters were dead. I'd killed them all.

Including Snape. Traitor.

The slightest twitch of Voldemort's fingers indicated he was still alive. Barely, but alive. He was dying, but I couldn't bring myself to finish him off. A warm liquid trickled down my cheek as I realized the harsh reality of my words.

He was dying.

I was suppose to be the savior of the Wizarding World. Instead, here I was, mourning the death of the great Lord Voldemort. My enemy. I kneeled down next to him, letting my hand drift and ghost over his. Voldemort's eye's flutter and now they're watching me and my every movement.

"Tom Riddle," I murmer, just to hear his name spoken aloud. I know he hears me when he blinks slowly. I wasn't afraid of him.

I was afraid for him.

He could die, no, but I wouldn't let him! I didn't want to be a murderer. Didn't want to be the savior. Fuck the wizarding world. He and I could love so greatly. I have to admit, he's not a looker at the moment, but a few spells would take care of that, of course. He wouldn't be the snake bastard I knew- that everyone knew.

He would be just Tom.

As I am just Harry.

My features soften as I kiss him. I expect his reaction. Shocked, then confused, and lastly, amazed. Amazed that I would give up an opportunity to love him. To caress him, kiss him softly and revive him.

Then I knew what I had to do. I made him immortal- morphed him with parselmagic and my blood. I let my fingers glide over his body, forcefully filling his body with pure magic. Suddenly everything was different.

His face was different, his body, his aura.

Tom's eyes were beautiful- a light blue. His slightly unshaved chin was proud but not too proud, and his head was no longer white and smooth but had brown hair that fell in front of his eyes. Then I knew that this had been worth it, what I'd done. Utterly worth it.