A/N: Hey y'all! Sorry it's taken so long to update I've been dealing with family issues and didn't expect for it to take this long. So here is the new update for all of you, please don't be too angry. Also I got a couple emails from people wanting to know if they could use my plot to write a story. In all honesty this is the first time I have ever received such emails. In reply to these emails I say this: You can use the plot of this story but I ask that you wait until I'm finished with it. Because honestly the last thing I need right now is getting messages from people saying that someone was copying my story and or "stealing" it. So in order to avoid the inevitable mess that will follow please just wait till the end.
For disclaimer, pairings, and such check out the prologue. And for those that are long time fans, in order to appease you, I have also posted another Harry/Tom one shot, which I seem to be doing a lot of lately.
But seriously enjoy.
IMPORTANT!: I' am still looking for a beta, if anybody wants the job just send me an email!
Ch.2: Confessions of a Pumpkin King
'Just keep running and he won't be able to drag you back to the lab. Just keep running!' was the thought going through Harry's head as he raced around the graveyard trying to escape from Dr. Snape, even though he was already back at home in his Laboratory waiting for when Harry came back. As he was running, Harry failed to notice a root of a tree making a break for freedom, and in doing so caused him to trip and fall on his face. Using his one arm to push him up into a sitting position, Harry rested against the gravestone behind him. Even though he was in all technicality dead, the 'escaping' still tired him out.
Gaining back his breath, he looked down to inspect the area where the now missing arm used to be attached. Letting out a sigh of frustration, this meant only one thing, he would have to eventually go back to the Lab and get his arm reattached. Another successful escape ruined by the loss of an appendage, just great.
It was as Harry began berating himself for once again losing his arm to , that the gates of the graveyard gave a loud groan as the opened on their own to emit a visitor into its garden of long since dead residents. Who should appear before his wandering eyes but the King of Halloween himself, Tom Riddle? Seeing the man walking in his direction, Harry quickly scrambled behind the gravestone he was resting on, allowing himself to peak over the top of it to watch him. Was it really any wonder why so many were attracted to Tom? One would have to be blind to not see his handsome aristocratic features, and deaf to not hear how charming he was or how he beautifully spun his words with an exact craftsmanship. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in the man. He in fact held a fairly large crush for the man since the first time he met the man three years ago.
It was the first time Harry had ever gone outside the lab. needed helping getting supplies and so had reluctantly allowed Harry to accompany him. It was during one of the busiest shopping days of the year, everyone was running around trying to get the best deals on this trinket or that brewing ingredient.
It was when they came to the shop ran by Narcissa and Tonks, that they became separated. Tonks had walked out announcing a one hour sale they were having on a new shipment of books. had immediately strolled; respectable men did not run, accidently leaving Harry behind to get swept away with the crowds. When he was eventually able to get somewhere out of the way of everyone, Harry stood worrying about where his guardian was and feeling slightly frightened being left out in the open on his own for the first time in his life.
Harry was on the verge of panic, when some kind soul decided he looked pathetic enough to offer help to.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" asked a smooth silken voice from behind him. Upon turning Harry was met with the sight of the most attractive looking man he had ever seen, not that he had ever seen many in the first place. Black inky hair that was pulled back by a leather cord, dark eyes that gave the impression of endless pools of black. His skin was a pale white like Harry's, but somehow seemed more fitted for him than Harry's ever made him feel. The man's thin lips were turned up into an amused smile while looking down at him, seeing as he stood a foot taller than Harry.
Realizing that he was staring, Harry quickly cast his eyes down trying to hide behind his bangs. The blush steadily creeping on to his cheeks however was still visible to the man whose amused smile turned into a smirk. "Y-yes, my guardian and I a-accidently got separated in the crowds."
"Well then, allow me to be a gentleman and escort you around until we can find them then, shall we?" one of the man's eyebrows arching, offering his arm to Harry in classical show of politeness. Although Harry would never admit it, it made butterflies start to flutter around his stomach, and caused his blush to become more prominent. Slowly taking the man's arm, they began to walk around looking for Harry's guardian.
"So who exactly is your guardian? I most likely know them from past Halloween transactions. Well whoever your guardian is they must be worried from losing track of a beautiful creature such as yourself." The man stated, making a quick glance down to Harry's smaller form. Harry, having been cured of the earlier blushing, once again felt his cheeks flush. If he didn't know better he would think that the man was purposely trying to make him blush. Harry was about to reply when a shout was heard.
"Harry!" Looking in the direction of his name being called, he saw walking quickly towards them. "Harry, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. Oh, hello Tom."
", I assume that Harry is your charge?"
"Quite right. I went into the witches' shop to get a book, and Harry disappears."The two continued talking, Harry choosing to remain silent. Soon enough they split ways, and Harry back to the labs and Tom to who knows where. Silently all the way home Harry secretly wished to see Tom once again.
As he continued watching Tom walk on, he began to feel a deep dread within himself. He was foolish to think that the man might want any sort of relationship between them. He was a short, skinny ragdoll who was temporarily missing one of his limbs. He wasn't one for being in the spot light, he preferred sitting quietly on his own allowing others to be the center of attention. He was also very clumsy, he could trip walking on a flat surface, Tom however was graceful in everything he seemed to do. There's no reason why a celebrity like Tom would want to be with a nobody like Harry.
Finally, he was able to have some peace and quiet. He didn't think he was going to get out of there with all his limbs intact, seeing as how most of the female Halloween Towner's had very sharp nails. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, Tom continued walking through the graveyard. He eventually reached a gravestone that had a carving of a snake on it; looking at it he patted the side of his leg. A white mist emerged from the ground underneath it. The mist twisted and curled eventually it settled into the ghostly figure of a large snake, whose tongue, as she flicked it out every few seconds, glowed a bright red in color.
"Nagini, my sweet." He said to the snake give a light scratch to the underside of the snakes head.
"Thomas how was your Halloween?" asked Nagini, who lifted up into the air and settled back on Tom's shoulders.
"A success as always." He replied a trace of troubled boredom in his voice.
"What's wrong Thomas? Please tell me." She implored. Looking at his beloved pet he replied. "You know I don't do emotions."
Giving him a look, Tom knew that he should just go ahead and start telling her. Otherwise he would never hear the end of it. To this day he still has to listen to her nag at him for not telling her when his death day was, when they first became master and familiar. Letting out a frustrated sigh he began.
"There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best. For my talents are renowned far and wide." He said, Nagini shook her head at this for it was indeed common knowledge amongst the people of Halloween Town who Tom Riddle was. If one were to say they didn't know him that person would be immediately sent to a psych ward. "When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night, I excel without ever even trying. With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms, I have seen grown men give out a shriek. And with the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet."
As Tom spoke he had placed Nagini on a nearby tree branch, and started waving his arms about dramatically as he spoke. Nagini nodded along, agreeing with everything he said so far. Although in her mind she was poking fun at Tom, imagining his face she should she even make the suggestion of him being overly dramatic. As this was going on she couldn't help but taste a strange scent in the air. She moved it to the back of her mind till later, for now her master needed her. As she thought this Tom's mood took on a more depressing feel to it.
"Yet year after year, it's the same routine and I grow so weary of the sound of screams. And I, Tom, the Pumpkin King, have grown so tired of the same old thing." He began walking up the hill slowly, Nagini floating/slithering along beside him. This did not sound like her Thomas thought Nagini and she voiced this by saying: "What do you mean Thomas?"
"Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, emptiness began to grow. There's something out there, far from my home. A longing that I've never known" was his reply to her question. It was slowly starting to make sense to her. Her Thomas has become bored with the routine of life here in Halloween Town. The thrills no longer thrilled him, the screams no longer amused him, the frights no longer frightening enough. He has done his duty as the Pumpkin King for so long he no longer cares about it. "But Thomas how can you long for something if you've never known it? You have been all over the world, and are known throughout it as well. Do you tire of this existence?"
"I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light and I'll scare you right out of your pants. To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky and I'm known throughout England and France." He conceded to her. "And since I am dead, I can take off my head to recite Shakespearean quotations. No animal nor man can scream like I can with the fury of my recitations."
At this Nagini nodded encouragingly, hoping to somehow talk Tom out of this depressing state he had gotten himself into. As her master went on with his lament, she noticed a figure peeking out from behind a Tombstone. Normally if she were to find someone spying on them she would immediately race over and attack, but Tom was too deep in releasing his woes that he would never notice anything so she would let it go. Tom turned to loom at her as they were standing at the top of the hill. "But who here would ever understand, that the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin would tire of his crown? If they only understood he'd give it all up if he only could."
"Thomas I understand." She said quietly. He gave her a slight turn of the lips indicating that he heard her and was happy that he had a friend such as her to speak with. No one but her truly knew him like she did.
"Oh, there's an empty place in my bones, that calls out for something unknown. The fame and praise come year after year, does nothing for these empty tears" He finished quietly as he sat down on a petrified tree stump; Nagini mean while was wrapping herself around him in a show of comfort. He silently petted her head, trying to straighten his thoughts out. Feelings were never something he was able to understand, they were a foreign concept, something other people experienced.
"Thank you, Nagini." He whispered
"You're welcome Thomas."
It was as they soaked in the comfort of each other that they heard a crash from behind them. Looking behind them, they saw a collapsed headstone with a young ragdoll on top of it. The ragdoll slowly stood up a brushed the dirt off of him. It wasn't until he looked at them did he notice he had been caught. His face turned a bright red that almost started glowing like Nagini's tongue, which in of itself amused Tom greatly. With a quietly mumbled sorry, the ragdoll raced away from them, before Tom even had a chance to call out to him.
"Should I go and take care of him Thomas?" hissed Nagini.
"No leave him be." Said a still amused Tom. "That's Harry, 's charge; he won't be causing any trouble."
"Well if you say so then in that case," she said with the snake equivalent of a smirk. "Isn't he just adorable? He would make an excellent mate for you!"
"No, I'm serious Thomas you need a mate."
Standing up Tom started walking in a random direction, Nagini following behind him all the while nagging him to find a mate and have many hatchlings.
Harry decided that, after running for his life twice, in one night was not something he would want to do again. His clumsiness decided to show its ugly head and caused him to trip and fall on a tombstone, which also ended up falling over, and to be caught by Tom and his pet ghost snake. But looking back on what he learned, he had discovered a whole other side to the great Tom Riddle that no one else has probably seen. That in its self made a warm bubbling feeling spread all over his body; he had something in common with the man. They were both bored with their routine lives but most of all he sounded just as lonely as Harry did.
He sat for awhile longer basking in the warmth, before deciding it was time to get back to the lab. On his way back he stopped at his secret garden and picked some more deadly nightshade, he had used his last bit to get out tonight.
Upon returning to the lab he went straight to the kitchen in order to hide the nightshade. He was just barely able to hide it in time when he heard the sound of 's shoes on the stone floor.
"Harry?" called out the Doctor. Harry turned towards the kitchen door just as opened it. In mock surprise the doctor questioned "You've returned?"
"I had to." He responded in defeat, Harry had lived with the man to long to know that the doctor only had three expressions snarky, anger, and somber.
"For this?" he was asked as Dr. Snape revealed his disembodied arm from behind his back, the arm itself giving a guilty wave towards Harry.
"Shall we then?" gestured towards the door and led him toward the actual work room of the lab. When they entered Harry quickly made his way to an examination table, where upon laying on it strapped him to it and took a seat to the side. As the greasy git, which Harry enjoyed calling him from time to time, began sewing his arm back on he began to lecture Harry.
"That is twice you've slipped me deadly nightshade and run off."
"Three times." Harry couldn't help but smugly point out. He found it strange, yet amusing, that a doctor who specialized in potion making couldn't tell when a little something extra was slipped into his food. , however, didn't seem to find this as amusing as he did however.
"I made you! With my own hands. You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for your mother and pitiful excuse for a father, coming to me and begging for me to make them a child. Especially if it were your father."
"But you can make other creations." Harry attempted to point out, which received a sneer. "Sigh. I'm just so bored being here all day with nothing to do."
"Teenagers." Mumbled . "It's a phase that will pass."
With that said, finished Harry's arm and the proceeded to lock him in his room.