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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Child_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse
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      Published: 2012-10-12 Chapters: 15/15 Words: 16227
****** Everything is Going to be Ok ******
by LadyLizzyB
Summary
     Harry is abused by his uncle and wishes he was somewhere else.
     Suddenly he finds himself transported back in time only to find
     himself faced with a young Tom Riddle, Harry promptly faints.
***** Chapter 1 *****
**** Chapter 1 ****
Harry woke up to the shrill yell of Aunt Petunia. “Get up boy! You need to have
breakfast made before Vernon comes down, you freak!”
Harry quickly got out of bed, wincing slightly at his bruised ribs. He had only
been home for a week since his last year at Hogwarts. He still woke up shaking
sometimes, careful not to scream, dreaming of the great basilisk attacking him.
The past week had not been a good one for Harry. He had maybe two meals the
entire time he was there, and those only if he could sneak food after everyone
had gone to sleep. His uncle had caught him two days ago. He called him
ungrateful for everything that he and Petunia had done for the freak. He
proceeded to punch Harry in the face, causing him to fall. He then kicked
Harry’s chest a couple times. He dragged him upstairs and locked him in his
room. Harry had not eaten since.
Harry made his way downstairs quickly, not bothering to change out of his
pajamas, just wanting to avoid punishment for waking up late. He had just
finished the eggs when Vernon and Dudley made their way down the stairs,
sounding like a herd of elephants. Harry set out plates for everyone (except
him) and served them all food. Petunia quickly dismissed him. Harry went
upstairs, finding it hard to focus, and a couple times needing to lean against
the wall for support. He really needed to get something to eat. While his
relatives were busy eating downstairs, Harry took this time to have a shower,
drinking some of the water as well. At least he could stay somewhat hydrated.
He got back to his room and changed quickly into some of Dudley’s old hand-me-
downs. He had to cinch a belt around the loose trousers as tight as possible.
They still fell down to sit low on his hips. The giant shirt he was wearing
kept slipping off his shoulder as well.
He made his way downstairs and waited to get handed his list of chores Vernon
was certain to give him before going to work. Sure enough, his uncle handed him
a list and made sure Harry knew that he would regret it if the list was not
complete by the time Vernon got home. Harry looked at the list and managed to
hold in his emotions as he watched his uncle leave for work. There was no way
he could complete all this in a few hours, especially since he was already
feeling weak. He decided to try his best though.
He started outside, weeding the garden. It was a hot day and the sun was
sapping any energy that Harry had out of him very fast. After he was done
weeding, he trimmed the hedges and mowed the lawn. It was 1pm by this time,
only 4 more hours till Uncle Vernon returned. Harry had to use the lawnmower to
help him stand as he began to sway due to the heat and lack of food. He put it
away and began to clean out the shed. It had not been cleaned properly in years
and Harry knew that if his uncle found a speck of dust in the place Harry would
be punished. He emptied out the contents, wincing with the pressure put on his
ribs when having to pick up something heavy. He swept it out and hosed down the
windows, making sure all of the dust and spider webs were clear.
He was almost done putting everything back in the shed when Vernon pulled into
the driveway. Harry panicked. He started putting stuff in the shed as fast as
possible. Vernon was faster. Once second Harry was putting the hose away, the
next he was being dragged into the house by the scruff of his neck. Vernon was
screaming at him, Harry knew better then to struggle, that would just make his
Uncle angrier. He was dragged up the stairs and shoved into his room. That was
new; normally he was punished first and then sent to his room. It was when
Uncle Vernon locked the door and turned to face Harry that Harry finally
realized that something else was going on.
Vernon was muttering something to himself as he stared at Harry, eyes lingering
on the way his shirt fell off his shoulder, and the low rise of the pants.
Harry started to get truly scared. Surely, his Uncle was not thinking of doing
that? I mean, yeah he had been beaten and starved, but surely his Uncle could
not think of committing such a heinous act, and to his nephew?
Harry was horrified when Vernon started to undo his belt. He did not know what
to do. He just stood staring as his Uncle approached him, filled with terror.
Vernon shoved Harry onto his knees. “You are going to be my good little whore.
It is all your fault, wearing clothes to tempt me. It is your evil freakishness
that is making me do this. If you resist, or try to bite me or hurt me, I will
hurt you ten times worse. I will make you bleed and you will like it. Do you
understand me you filthy whore?”
“Y-yes, Uncle V-Vernon” Harry managed to stumble out, truly terrified now.
There was nothing he could do. Not even magic could save him, as he would
surely be expelled for performing any more in front of a muggle.
Vernon pulled down his pants and boxers enough to release his cock. It was hard
and pulsing. Tears finally started to stream down Harry’s face. He wanted to
resist but knew his uncle would just hurt him further if he did. Vernon’s hand
caught Harry’s chin and pulled it up, forcing Harry’s mouth open he shoved his
cock in.
Harry couldn’t breathe as his Uncle shoved mercilessly down his throat. The
only stroke of luck he had was that Vernon seemed unable to last too long.
Harry soon felt warm liquid shooting into the back of his throat. “Drink it all
up, whore” His uncle whispered in his ear. Harry tried to swallow around the
softening cock. His uncle finally pulled out of him. “Now clean me up, you
little slut.” Harry looked at his Uncle’s cock and slowly licked around it till
all the cum was gone. Vernon pulled up his pants and redid his belt. “This is
our little secret, Freak. If you tell anyone, I will kill you, slowly and
painfully. Oh, and tonight was just a preview, tomorrow is when the real fun
will begin.” Vernon left the room after that, locking Harry in. Harry just
collapsed on the floor where he was, tears still streaming down his face. He
curled up into a ball and tried not to think about what was going to happen
tomorrow.
***** Chapter 2 *****
**** Chapter 2 ****
The next day, Harry awoke to find himself still curled in a ball on the floor.
He slowly stretched out his limbs. He waited for his Aunt to unlock the door so
that he could start breakfast. He was working on autopilot, trying not to think
about the things that happened last night. His aunt noticed his lack of
reaction. She handed him a piece of toast, thinking it was due to lack of food.
He went upstairs after he finished making breakfast. He made his way to the
bathroom and threw up. He was slightly grateful he saw nothing noticeably
white, although there was little in his stomach to begin with. He turned the
shower on as hot as it would go and climbed in, sinking to the ground.
He let the water wash over him awhile, unable to get up the energy to clean
himself properly. He could hear his uncle screaming for him downstairs. He
realized, with a slight panic, that it was Saturday. His uncle would be there
all day. He heard his uncle coming up the stairs yet he could not force himself
to move. He just sat there in the shower, unable to do anything.
His uncle came bursting into the shower and took one look at Harry. He smirked
at the sight of the boy. “Your Aunt and Cousin are going out for the day; they
may even be staying the night in London. I said I would make sure that you did
not blow up the house while they were gone.”
Harry stared back at Vernon in dread. He was suddenly aware of his lack of
clothes. He tried to cover himself but Vernon just laughed evilly. “Oh, no boy,
there is no point in that, you are already just how I want you.” Vernon pulled
Harry forcefully from the bathroom and down the hall to Harry’s room. He pushed
him down on Harry’s bed; face up so that he could admire his 12 almost 13 year
old nephew.
Harry did not know what to do; he just lay there tense, waiting for his uncle’s
next move. He figured that it was pointless to try to fight back. He tried to
detach himself from the situation, but found it impossible due to the terror
coursing through his veins.
Vernon was staring at the boy, taking in the slight musculature of his arms and
stomach. He stared down at the little prick in between his nephew’s legs, only
a smattering of hair surrounding that sweet little thing. He glanced back up at
the boy’s face and was delighted to see the fear in his eyes.
Vernon quickly stripped and began stroking himself, although he was already
quite hard. He then leaned over his nephew, kneeling on the bed. He grabbed
Harry’s prick and started stroking him too. Watching with glee at the horror
the boy showed to responding to his uncle’s touch. “You like that, don’t you,
you little slut. Just wait until I’m in you, you are sure to enjoy that even
more.” Harry just stared back in increasing alarm. Vernon flipped Harry over,
and harshly stuck a finger in Harry’s ass, only willing to stretch him enough
to allow Vernon easier access. Harry was moaning into the sheets, in pain and
pleasure. Each noise made Vernon’s cock twitch and get harder. He removed his
finger and quickly shoved his cock in his nephews ass, making Harry scream out
in pain.
Harry could feel the blood trickle down his legs as he felt as if he was torn
open. He felt as if he were on fire and could barely breathe from the pain. His
uncle kept slamming into him, harder and harder. Harry felt tears streaming
down his face and found himself wondering if he would ever run out of tears.
His uncle suddenly came and Harry could feel the unwelcome warmth deep inside
him. His uncle pulled out of him and forced Harry over. He then forced Harry to
clean him up again, making sure Harry swallowed everything.
Vernon began to get dressed again, watching as his nephew curled up on himself.
When he got to his belt, he had another idea. He grabbed Harry’s shoulder
roughly and forced him to lie on his stomach. He then began whipping Harry with
his belt, making sure the buckle dug into Harry’s flesh. With each pained cry
from Harry, Vernon found himself becoming more and more aroused. He had just
wanted to cause Harry more pain, but if he could get off again, that would be
brilliant.
He kept whipping Harry, mostly across his back, but sometimes down his thighs,
and even over his ass. Once Vernon was fully hard again, he flipped Harry over.
He climbed on top and forced himself into Harry’s mouth, reminding him that if
he bit him there would be hell to pay. Vernon then took Harry’s young cock into
his mouth, taking pleasure in the whimpers that Harry made at being forced to
respond to Vernon. This time Vernon did not stop until Harry came.
He collected as much of Harry’s cum in his mouth as possible, removed his cock
from Harry’s mouth and then kissed the boy, forcing the boy to swallow his own
cum. Vernon had yet to come a second time, so once he was satisfied that the
boy had swallowed everything, he flipped him over again. He quickly shoved his
cock into Harry’s ass again, using Harry’s blood and the cum already in Harry
as lube. It only took a few minutes until he came again. He made Harry clean
him off one more time, blood and all. As Vernon left the room, he turned back
once more to look at his nephew. He was laying on his side, curled in on
himself, staring straight ahead of him, with the remnants of tears on his face.
Vernon smirked and left the room, making sure to lock the door.
***** Chapter 3 *****
**** Chapter 3 ****
Harry just lay there. He had no idea how long it had been since his Uncle had
left. He just hugged his knees to his chest, while laying on his side (anywhere
else was too painful). He stared in front of him, reliving what his uncle had
done to him. After awhile, he felt he was going to be sick. He crawled off the
bed, and tried the door. Miraculously it worked; maybe he had done accidental
magic. Not caring about his state of undress at the moment, he managed to make
it to the bathroom in time for him to empty his stomach into the toilet. He sat
there on the cool floor for awhile, throwing up occasionally. This time he
could see the red and white clearly in the mixture. He felt something dripping
out of him and slowly felt around his backside until his hand came away in a
pink mixture of blood and cum. He threw up again after that. He just wanted to
be clean. He felt so dirty after what his Uncle had done to him.
Harry climbed into the shower, turning it to the hottest it could go again. He
had made sure to lock the door so that Vernon would not be able to get in.
Harry slowly slid to the floor of the shower and let the water wash over him.
He had no more energy to do anything else.
Harry found himself waking to pounding on the door. He could hear Dudley’s
voice yelling at him to get out of the bloody bathroom. Harry realized that he
must have passed out in the shower. The water was now freezing, as was Harry.
He slowly picked himself up from the floor. Wincing at the red streams of water
coming off of him as well as the pain he felt with each movement. He turned the
shower off and looked around for something to cover himself with. He found a
dark towel, knowing that if he stained one of Petunia’s nice cream colored ones
he would be dead. He wrapped the towel around him, trying to cover as much of
the beating as possible. He made his way to the door, and as soon as it was
unlocked found himself being pushed backwards as Dudley walked in. Dudley
barely glanced at Harry as he made his way to the toilet. Harry quickly left
the room, not wanting to be near anyone at this point in time.
He walked back to his room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alert anyone
to his presence. Once inside he set about putting on the most covering clothes
he could find. Some of Dudley’s pants that actually sat properly on his hips.
He wore three shirts so that none of his shoulder or collar bone was showing.
He also hoped no blood would soak through three shirts. He then stripped his
bed of the blood and cum covered sheets. He rolled them into a ball and threw
then into a corner. He quickly got out the one spare ratty blanket that he was
allowed to use in winter and sat on the bed wrapped up in it.
He drifted in and out of sleep, waking from terrible nightmares of his uncle.
He was surprised to find that he no longer dreamed of Voldemort. He woke once
more with a start when he heard his Uncles voice coming up the stairs. Harry
quickly scrambled under the bed; he was still way too small for an average 12
year old. He started shaking and rocking back and forth, curled in on himself.
He heard his uncle come into the room and tearing through his things, looking
for Harry. Harry found himself rocking harder and harder, thinking over and
over “I want to be safe, please let me be safe, please, no more, please!”
The next thing he knew he was sitting in a cold stone hallway. He recognized it
immediately as part of Hogwarts. What really startled him was the voice that he
knew so well, and yet not at all asking “Are you ok?”
***** Chapter 4 *****
**** Chapter 4 ****
Harry looked up from his position on the floor and gasped when he saw, standing
before him, Tom Riddle. Except, this was not the Tom Riddle that Harry knew
from his foray into the diary last year, no, this was a younger Riddle, a
Riddle who was looking at Harry with eyes full of concern. Harry just stared up
at him for awhile and then, finding that he could no longer hold onto
consciousness, slipped into the comforting blackness that surrounded him.
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Tom Riddle was astonished to see a young boy hunched over crying when he turned
the corner to go to the Slytherin dorms. He was even more surprised when he
ventured closer to the boy to ascertain if he was ok only to have the young boy
faint upon seeing him. He looked over the boy, and could see that he needed the
hospital wing due to the blood seeping through some of his clothes. He also
wondered about the curiousness of those clothes. They were muggle, and much too
large for such a small child.
Tom quickly reached down to pick up the boy. When his skin brushed the boy’s
hand, however, Tom was shocked at the feeling coursing through him. It just
felt…different…good different…but still quite odd. He picked up the boy and
could feel the sensation sweep over him again. At first it was calming but then
it was if he had a connection with the boy and could feel how much pain he was
in. He hurried to the hospital wing.
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Poppy Pomfrey may be new to her position as Hogwarts school nurse but she
certainly knew what she was doing. When Tom rushed in with a young boy
unconscious in his harms, she quickly led him to a bed where Tom could put him
down. As she settled the boy and started running diagnostics she asked Tom what
happened.
“I don’t know. I found him in the hallway near the Slytherin dorms. He was
crying at first. I walked up to him to ask if he was ok. He looked up at me,
panicked and then fainted. I brought him straight here.” Tom was quick to
reply, wanting to give the nurse as much information as possible.
“Hmm…I don’t recognize him and he is not in school uniform. Could you go get
the headmaster for me Tom? I think he needs to know about this strange new
addition to our school.” Poppy said. She hoped giving Tom something to do would
calm him down some; he seemed quite upset by the state the boy was in, which
was surprising in itself. Tom never showed emotions so openly.
“Will he be ok Madame Pomfrey?” Tom practically begged.
“I believe he will, though I still need to run several more tests. The
headmaster please Tom” Poppy said gently, not wanting to cause the boy more
worry
“Oh, of course, I will be right back” And with that Tom hurried off to get
Headmaster Dippet.
Poppy continued with her diagnostic spells. Her frown increasing as the results
came back. She gently removed the three shirts the child was wearing and
gasped, what has happened to this child? As she went along she healed the
obvious cuts, leaving faint scars only where the deepest had been. She gently
turned the boy over so that she could have access to his back, there were
several more wounds here, many of which were deep.
Once the blood was cleared she noticed the bruising along the boys ribs. She
checked to see if anything was broken and was relieved to find they were only
bruised. She healed them as much as she could, they would still be sore for a
day or two. Then she turned the boy over again. She was aware that the boy had
been raped, could tell by her diagnostic spells, and the small amount of blood
that had seeped through the boys pants. She made sure that the child was still
deeply unconscious; not wanting to scare him, then she slowly began to remove
the child’s pants. She healed the wounds on his thighs and then carefully
removed the child’s bloodstained boxers. She had him laying face down again,
and gently healed the wounds to the best of her ability. The internal injuries
would take a few days to fully mend. She stopped the rest of the bleeding and
cleaned the boy. She then dressed him in a hospital gown so he would not wake
feeling exposed. She spelled a blood replenishing and a pain relieving potion
into his system. She did a few more diagnostic spells only to find that the boy
was severely malnourished. She spelled a nutrient potion into him as well.
By the time she was done, Tom had returned with the headmaster. Tom had calmed
somewhat but was still showing his concern more openly than normal. “Is he
alright Madame Pomfrey?”
“He will be alright Tom; I am only worried about the emotional trauma he will
face upon waking up.” Poppy replied calmly.
“Do you have any idea who the boy is?” Headmaster Dippet asked. Poppy just
shook her head. “Well I guess we will just have to wait until the boy wakes up
to find out. Please inform me when that happens Poppy; I shall be in my office
making inquiries as to who this young boy is.”
“Of course headmaster” Poppy said. She watched the headmaster leave and then
turned back to her ward, surprised to see Tom there holding his hand. He was
gently rubbing his thumb over the back of the young child’s hand in a show of
comfort. Poppy was surprised, why did this child have such an effect on Tom? He
would never allow himself to act like this if he knew his peers were watching.
“Tom, perhaps you should head to bed now, it is nearing curfew.”
Tom started, having been lost in thought. He looked pained for a moment,
clearly not wanting to leave the young boy. “Of course Madam Pomfrey, I will
leave in a minute. You are sure he will be ok? What happened to him?” He almost
pleaded.
“Again Tom, physically he should be fine, it is the emotional harm that comes
from these sorts of situations that I am worried about. I cannot tell you
details of his injuries but I can tell you he may need a friend in the days to
come.” She replied, with a soft sigh at the end. Maybe Tom could finally have
someone he thought of as an equal, instead of treating everyone with disdain
and suspicion.
Tom got up to leave, lowering the child’s hand gently. When he moved away from
the bed, the young boy gave an almost silent whimper. Poppy was sure Tom heard
it and saw his pained expression as he turned to leave. “You may return
tomorrow Mr. Riddle, however if the boy does not wish for company then I must
ask you to leave. The ward opens at 7:30.” She lightly reminded him. He looked
up at her gratefully and then nodded.
“Of course, Madame Pomfrey.”
***** Chapter 5 *****
**** Chapter 5 ****
When Harry woke next he could feel someone next to him. They were holding his
hand, gently rubbing circles on the back. He sat there for a minute, relishing
the comfort he took from the gentle touch. Then he began to remember, his
uncle, the blood, hiding under the bed, all of a sudden being in Hogwarts, and
Tom, the last thing he remembered was Tom Riddle asking if he was ok. He
suddenly opened his eyes and began hyperventilating. The person next to him
called for the nurse and then was muttering soothing words, never letting go of
his hand.
Harry realized that he could not see, someone had removed his glasses. As if
his mind had been read, his glasses were all of a sudden placed gently on his
nose. He blinked a few times, the world coming back in focus. He was in the
hospital wing and someone was holding his hand. He turned to face his source of
comfort and just stared in shock (yet surprisingly not horror) at the sight
next to him. Tom Riddle was holding his hand. Tom Riddle was giving him
comfort. Upon noticing Harry staring, Tom let go of his hand. Harry immediately
reached out for it again. “No, please don’t...please…just…please…” Harry did
not know how to ask for the comfort that he all of a sudden desperately needed
from Tom and was barely fazed that he craved it at all.
Tom looked at him for a minute then gently took the boys hand in his own again.
The boy let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Tom’s spirit lifted, was it possible
the boy felt the connection as well? Tom quickly found himself asking “What is
your name?” before he could inquire as to how the boy was feeling.
“Harry, Harry Potter” The young child said
“Hello Harry, my name is Tom Riddle” Harry just nodded
At that point Madame Pomfrey showed up. She made Tom leave as she started
running diagnostics on Harry again; making sure everything was healing well.
She asked him how he was feeling. “Fine” was his unhelpful response. She
spelled another dose of blood replenishing potion into the boy. She asked if he
was in any pain “No” was the simple reply. She then called a house elf to bring
the boy breakfast, Tom as well as he had skipped to see the young boy.
“Harry dear,” she said, for she had heard the response to Tom’s question, “the
headmaster and I are going to have to ask you some difficult questions. Do you
think you could answer them for us? It won’t be until later and Tom can stay
with you until then if you wish.” Harry just gave a small nod. With that, Poppy
left and Tom came back to Harry’s side, gently holding his hand and providing
comfort.
The two boys did not converse much. Although Tom was filled with what felt like
a million questions, he did not want to overwhelm Harry. Harry did enquire as
to Tom’s age “14, I just entered my fourth year at Hogwarts.” At this Harry
gave a small smile, this was the Tom before he opened the Chamber of Secrets.
Tom then asked Harry how old he was. Harry stared at him for a minute, trying
to figure out just how to answer that question. He had been 12 when he left the
Dursley’s but he had been about to turn 13 in a few weeks. And obviously it was
later here, as school had just started. “I’m 13,” Harry responded in a small
voice, “and I think I would be entering my 3rd year.” Tom smiled and yet Harry
could see the slight worry in his eyes.
Tom was concerned because Harry was so small. He may have passed as a small 1st
year, but to be a 3rd year! This boy just seemed so fragile.
The two spent the rest of the morning in near silence, taking comfort in the
others company. When breakfast had shown up, Tom dug in heartily, quite hungry
from skipping the meal earlier. Harry, however, looked at the food as if it was
a miracle. He ate slowly, relishing every bite. Although Tom finished faster
than Harry, it soon became obvious that Harry was eating much more than Tom
had. This was perfectly acceptable to Tom as he could see how skinny the boy
was.
After breakfast Madame Pomfrey came by to let Tom know he had been excused from
his morning classes yet was expected to go to his afternoon ones as that was
when the headmaster would be coming down to talk with Harry. Harry grasped
Tom’s hand a little tighter at this. Tom just squeezed gently. “I’ll come back
for dinner ok?” He asked the small boy. “Ok” was the meek response.
After lunch, where Harry continued to eat large amounts of food, much to Tom’s
delight, the headmaster came down and Tom was excused. He reminded Harry that
he would be back for dinner and then reluctantly left.
Harry had known the headmaster would be Armando Dippet and not Albus
Dumbledore, but it was still a shock. The headmaster and Madame Pomfrey sat on
either side of his bed. Harry just kept his eyes turned down.
“Now Harry, could you tell us how you got to Hogwarts?” Dippet asked
“I don’t know sir. One moment I was under my bed, the next I was in the hall
being found by Tom.”
“Why were you under the bed Harry?” Madame Pomfrey gently asked
“I was hiding from my uncle.” Harry mumbled
“Is your uncle the one who hurt you?” Madame Pomfrey inquired
“Yes” Was Harry’s mild response. He really wished Tom were still here, except
he didn’t want Tom to hear how weak he was.
“What about your parent’s Harry, should we contact them?” Dippet asked
“My parents died when I was a baby. I grew up with my muggle relatives.”
“And these are the ones who hurt you and starved you?” Poppy asked
“Yes.” Harry was resolutely staring down at his sheets, unable to make eye
contact with anyone.
“Harry, I looked into trying to find where you had come from. There are no
records of a Harry Potter at the ministry.” Dippet said
Harry just sat there for a moment, wondering what he should say. “Maybe the
papers got lost when my parents died? Because I was raised by muggles who hate
magic, maybe they just didn’t keep records?” was Harry’s weak response.
Poppy just looked at Dippet. “Harry, have you any magical experience? Have you
studied any magic before now?” Dippet asked
“Yes, I think I am at a 3rd year’s level sir. I found some of my parent’s old
stuff once and used their books to learn.” Harry quickly made up to explain his
magical experience.
“Would you like to stay and take classes here at Hogwarts? We would have to
have you tested to make sure you were at the proper level but I am sure we
could manage it.” Dippet said kindly
“Oh yes sir! Yes please!” Harry was excited. If he stayed here he would never
have to see the Dursleys again, they had not even been born yet.
The rest of the meeting was spent going over the details, assuring Harry that
he would be able to get school things using the Hogwarts scholarship fund.
Saying he would be sorted as soon as he was well enough. And then the
headmaster said he would try to find a way to get guardianship over Harry, so
that his muggle relatives could no longer harm him. Harry beamed at this. By
the time the headmaster left it was nearing dinner. And Harry was waiting
excitedly to tell Tom the news.
***** Chapter 6 *****
**** Chapter 6 ****
During the next couple days Harry spent most of his time going over schoolwork
with Tom. He wanted to make sure that he would be able to pass the tests,
especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts seeing as he had had Lockhart the
Utterly Hopeless last year. He was surprised that he did well in all of his
subjects when the time came and was pleased when Dippet announced that he could
officially attend Hogwarts.
It had been a week since Harry had arrived. Although he had been injured so
recently, Harry somehow managed to detach himself from those emotions of fear
and pain. Maybe it was because those events were so far away in the future, or
maybe it was because he never had to worry about the Dursley’s again. Whatever
it was Harry was glad that he was dealing with this in such a manner. He did
not wish to talk about it, and preferred to focus on the future.
The next day at dinner Harry was introduced to the school as a transfer
student. He was only two weeks behind so hopefully the workload would be easy.
He felt nervous standing in front of the entire school getting sorted all by
himself. Just before the sorting hat covered his eyes he locked onto Tom who
gave him a big smile of encouragement. And then all was silent.
“Hmm, you are not of this time I see. I have already sorted you once before.”
The hat said peevishly in Harry’s ear.
“Please don’t tell anyone!” Harry replied, panicked that he was going to be
found out
“Don’t worry little one, I shall keep your secret. Now, where to put you…I see
in the future I put you in Gryffindor, but only by your choice. Do you have a
different choice this time young Harry?”
“Slytherin is where Tom is, Tom is safe” Thought Harry to himself
“Ahhh, Slytherin would suit you well, yes…I see…better be… SLYTHERIN!!!” The
hat shouted the last bit to the rest of the school.
Harry pulled off the hat and just beamed at Tom who was beaming back. He made
his way over to the Slytherin table and slid next to Tom. The others sitting
around them were startled that Harry had chosen to sit next to Tom, and that
Tom had allowed it.
Harry could see that they were about to begin questioning him but before they
could Tom gave them all a sharp look. They all settled down and began to eat
dinner.
After dinner, Harry followed the others down to the Slytherin dormitory. Behind
the stone wall was the familiar common room basked in that eerie green glow
from the lake. This time however, Harry felt that it was cozier than before.
The fire was warm and there were lots of comfortable looking chairs strewn
around the common area. They made it up to their dorms and Tom made sure Harry
knew where his dorm was in case Harry needed him. Tom also helped Harry settle
in to Harry’s new space.
That night Harry was happy. No nightmares came, and if asked in the morning
Harry would only be able to remember the sense of calm that followed his dreams
that night.
***** Chapter 7 *****
**** Chapter 7 ****
Over the course of the next month, Harry settled nicely into the Slytherin
house. He was quite shy so the only true friend he had was Tom, but the others
in his dorm were nice enough. However, when some of them learned he had been
raised by muggles, they were not quite as nice as they had been before. Harry
didn’t mind though. He was happy. There was no burden on his shoulders to deal
with Lord Voldemort, as Tom had not become him yet. Harry sometimes worried
about what would happen later on, but convinced himself that it wouldn’t
matter, and sometimes he secretly hoped that due to his friendship with Tom,
Lord Voldemort may never exist. He was finally able to just focus on his class
work for once. No crazy monsters lurking around killing people in the corridors
and no lunatics with dark lords on the back of their heads trying to get past
three-headed dogs. Life was pretty good.
It was obvious to everyone that Tom had taken particular interest in Harry. He
made sure to save Harry a seat at every meal, fussed at him when Harry did not
eat enough, he helped Harry with his homework whenever he could and they both
spent all of their free time together. Their friendship just kept growing and
to those who had known Tom before, they were not sure how to act around this
new, almost nice Tom.

One day in early November Harry was walking back from potions. He had been held
up because Professor Slughorn had wanted to talk to him about joining something
called the Slug Club. Harry had tried to refuse at first but when Slughorn
mentioned that Tom would be there as well, Harry agreed to come. Because he was
held back he ended up walking through the corridors by himself. It was quite
cold in the dungeons as winter approached and Harry was looking forward to
getting something warm to eat at dinner and then heading to sleep early. He was
not paying attention to his surroundings and all of a sudden he found himself
running into someone.
“Oh, sorry Abraxas, should have been looking where I was going. Have you seen
Tom? I am just heading to dinner and was wondering if he was already there.”
Harry rambled off quickly. Abraxas Malfoy had always given Harry an odd
feeling. He looked a lot like Draco, had the same sneer and everything. Abraxas
had been one of the ones who believed themselves to be Tom’s friends if Harry
had guessed right.
“Potter” Abraxas spat out as if addressing an insect. “Watch where you’re
going, you little freak.” He gave Harry a shove with the last word and Harry
found himself hitting his head against the stone wall. Slightly dazed he just
stared back at Abraxas confused. “You think you’re so special, being friends
with Tom don’t you? Well let me tell you something, the only thing Tom could
want out of you is for you to be his little whore. You would make a great one,
so young, I bet your tight at well. Is that what you and Tom do when no one is
watching? Do you two go off to some abandoned classroom and shag like rabbits?
I bet you just love feeling wanted. Your mouth looks like it would feel amazing
around my cock, shall we try it?”
Harry had come to his senses at that point in time. He was in a full blown
panic attack. Of course Tom had never wanted him as friend. He should not have
been so stupid! Tom obviously only wanted him as his whore, why would he be
friends with Harry when he could be friends with normal people like Abraxas
Malfoy? Harry was hyperventilating and barely noticed when he crumpled to the
floor, holding his knees to his chest with his head bowed over them. He was
sobbing.
Abraxas looked slightly taken aback by what had happened. He had expected the
Potter boy to deny it. He had wanted a duel. He knew the boy was very good at
defense. He had only wanted to let off some steam and his anger towards Tom had
led him to Harry.
Suddenly Abraxas heard footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly retreated not
wanting to be found next to the sobbing boy.
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Tom had been worried when Harry did not show up for dinner. Sure, Harry was
late sometimes, but not this late. Tom refused to eat anything until Harry
came. After about half an hour he took it upon himself to find the missing
snake. He quickly asked the other Slytherin 3rd years when they had seen Harry
last. They all said that Harry had stayed behind in potions. Looking up at the
staff table Tom saw that Slughorn was sitting there stuffing his face and
gulping down wine, he was now truly worried about Harry.
He left the Slytherin table and made his way down to the dungeons, making his
way along the path that Harry would have walked coming from Potions. Suddenly
he heard sobbing, he broke out into a run and turned the corner to see Harry
sitting there with his head on his knees and his arms curled around him crying
his eyes out.
Tom moved to sit next to Harry and noticed when Harry flinched. He laid a
comforting hand on Harry’s arm and could feel the sadness coming off of Harry
in waves. “What happened Harry? Who did this to you? Please let me help you.”
Tom pleaded with the crying boy.
Harry’s tears slowed down after he recognized the presence as Tom and even
though he knew that Tom only wanted him for his body he threw himself into the
older boys arms and clung to Tom’s chest. Tom gently lifted Harry into his lap
and began rocking him back and forth. Harry slowly calmed and began to breathe
properly again. “Please Harry, tell me what happened.” Tom asked again. This
time Harry slowly took a deep breath, trying to decide what to tell Tom. He
wanted to know if what Malfoy had said was true, but was afraid to ask only to
have it confirmed. He decided to start off simple. “I accidently ran into
Abraxas on my way to dinner” Harry almost whispered into Tom’s shoulder.
Tom let out a low growl. “And what did Abraxas say to you?”
“H-he told me I w-was a f-freak. But I a-already knew that. My a-aunt and u-
uncle always told me I was. I just th-thought, that being here, meant th-that I
wasn’t a f-freak anymore.” Harry breathed.
“Harry, you are not a freak!” Tom declared “No listen,” when he heard Harry
trying to interrupt him, “you are not a freak. I don’t care what anyone says.
Doing magic is not freakish and being you is not freakish. Believe me, I know
and if you think that you are a freak you also must think I am a freak. Do you
think that I am a freak Harry?”
“N-no, but you’re different, you are amazing. You could never be a freak”
“Well I think that you are pretty amazing Harry and I do not want to hear that
word come from your mouth again, ok? You are not a freak!”
“Ok Tom”, Harry just leaned into Tom’s arms again, taking pleasure in the
comfort given and secretly relishing the fact that Tom did not think he was a
freak.
“Is that all Abraxas said Harry? Did he do anything else to you?” Tom asked
quietly, slightly dreading the answer.
“He pushed me into the wall; I hit my head and was kinda dazed while he called
me your whore.” Harry whispered sleepily against Tom’s neck, not quite
realizing what he had just admitted. His head did still feel kind of woozy.
Tom stiffened against Harry but when he felt Harry’s soft whimpers he gently
rocked him back and forth some more. He ran his finger along the back of
Harry’s skull to try to determine if he was severely injured. He felt a small
bump, but no blood. He would still have to take him to Madame Pomfrey. He
gently stood up and as they were walking he gently whispered to Harry “You are
not a whore. You are not my whore. You are my best friend. The reason I hang
out with you is because I want to. I find you interesting and I find myself
drawn to you. You are just so real Harry, everyone else is so fake. They only
wanted to befriend me for my power. You were just so innocent. Never let anyone
say you are a whore. If anyone ever does so again, please tell me and I will
set them straight. I promise you Harry, I do not view you as my whore. I care
about you and want to protect you.”
“Thank you Tom” Harry whispered and then swiftly fell asleep in Toms arms. Tom
carried him the rest of the way to the hospital wing and then back to the dorms
when Madame Pomfrey had assured Tom that Harry would be ok.
Once Tom had put Harry to bed and set protective charms around him to let Tom
know if Harry needed him in the night, he went back to Slytherin common room.
Everyone had stared when he walked in carrying an unconscious Harry. Now they
all looked at him and quickly averted their eyes, seeing the wrath in his.
“Where is Abraxas Malfoy?” Tom asked steadily
***** Chapter 8 *****
**** Chapter 8 ****
“Um, I think he went up to the dorms earlier…um would you like me to get him
for you…um..Mr. Tom…sir?” A small second year asked. She was clearly more
frightened of the 4th year Tom Riddle then the 5th year Abraxas Malfoy.
“Yes please Ms. Parkinson.” Tom said smoothly. The girl gave a squeak at Tom
knowing her name then ran off to get Malfoy.
When Malfoy returned it was obvious he had not been told why he was being
summoned. Tom had to hand it to the 2nd year that she could convince the boy to
go somewhere without telling him why. When Abraxas saw Tom his face paled. He
made to head back upstairs but was quickly stopped by a flick of Tom’s wand.
Tom levitated the boy to the middle of the common room. All eyes were on them.
“Mr. Malfoy, do you know why you are being held here?” Tom asked
“Ah…umm..no?” Malfoy tried
Tom quickly flipped him upside down and asked again.
“I..umm…whatever Potter said it was a lie!” He finally got out.
The students surrounding the pair just stared open mouthed at the Malfoy boy
hanging upside down. He had done something to Harry? And Harry had been carried
in unconscious! It could not be too bad or he would be in the hospital wing,
but still! Also, how could one be so stupid as to harm Harry in any way when
you knew he was Tom’s friend and that Tom would do anything for the small 3rd
year?
“I do not believe it was a lie Mr. Malfoy. I believe that you insulted him in a
way that you had no idea would affect him in such a manner. I believe you were
jealous and lashing out. I believe, Mr. Malfoy that you proved yourself to be
far more immature than any 1st year in you handling of this matter. And if I
hear that you ever insult Harry again, your punishment will not be so lenient.”
The common room was deadly quiet. They knew the threat was not just for Malfoy,
but for all of them. That was why Tom had done this in the middle of the common
room.
Malfoy looked quite odd. He was pale yet there was blood rushing to his face,
giving him a mottled purple sort of look. Tom flipped him back over and then
flicked his wand again and Malfoy was lying in a heap on the floor, his cheeks
burning with embarrassment. Except, maybe that wasn’t embarrassment, they
seemed an almost unnatural red. “Your face will go back to normal in a week’s
time Malfoy, I assume you will have learned your lesson by then.” And with that
Tom swept out of the room and back upstairs.
Later that night the charms around Harry’s bed went off. Tom quickly went down
to see that Harry was tossing and turning in his sleep. As soon as Tom touched
his forehead, Harry calmed down. Tom closed the curtains around Harry and put
up a security and silencing charm. He then lay down and held Harry in his arms
for the rest of the night.
***** Chapter 9 *****
**** Chapter 9 ****
After the incident with Malfoy, no Slytherin would dare to harm Harry. They
knew their punishment would be worse than just embarrassment and red cheeks.
Tom found himself putting the protective charm around Harry’s bed every night.
And when it went off he would go down and hold Harry until they both fell back
to sleep. Neither mentioned it in the morning. They would just smile at each
other and get ready for the day. Harry knew that Tom was doing it out of
friendship and he was glad that he had someone he could count on to help him
through his nightmares. Tom ended up spending the night in Harry’s bed at least
once a week, but neither one minded.
The next couple years went by fast. Harry and Tom’s friendship grew and was
well known by the entire school. Over breaks the two would stay in the castle
whenever possible otherwise they both went to stay in the muggle orphanage that
Tom grew up in. It was not as horrible as Tom remembered it, but that was
probably because Harry was there to distract him.
Tom mentioned the Chamber of Secrets to Harry once during Harry’s 4th year,
wanting his opinion of where it could be. Harry told him that he would show him
where the Chamber was as long as he would not hurt anyone. Tom looked surprised
but promised Harry anyway. Harry took him to the Chamber and together they kept
the basilisk under control. Tom was shocked to learn that Harry was a
parslemouth and then relishes the fact that they now can speak in privacy.
They start to use the Chamber as their own private study area, using Salazar’s
library to help them with their work and to further their education. They spent
most of their time in the Chamber learning its secrets.
When Harry enters his 5th year at Hogwarts he gets made a prefect. Tom had been
made one the previous year and so now they could spend even more time with each
other while on duty.
Most of the school has accepted Tom and Harry’s intense friendship, often
joking that you never see one without the other. There were a couple though
that thought this friendship was more than it appeared.
Harry was patrolling the corridors late one night, for once without Tom as he
had come down with some sort of food poisoning at dinner. Harry would normally
have been with Tom, helping him to get better, but Tom had insisted on him
fulfilling his prefect duties. Harry had reluctantly agreed. He was extremely
tired and hadn’t seen anyone all night. It was getting close to midnight and
Harry was about to call it a night when he heard something behind him. He
whipped around, wand at the ready but was too slow for the stunner that had
been cast. Harry went down without a sound.
When Harry next woke up he did not recognize his surroundings. He supposed he
was still in Hogwarts. It seemed as if he was in some sort of torture cell in
the dungeon if the cold and gloom were anything to go by, that and the
handcuffs that were currently keeping him sitting against the wall. He also
noticed that he seemed to have some sort of collar on. He become aware that he
was cold and suddenly realized he was naked. He started to panic and tried to
get his breathing under control. He assessed the situation, chained to wall, no
wand, no clothes, this was not looking good. Besides some chafing from the
cuffs he did not seem to have any injuries though, yet…
About five minutes after Harry woke up, the door in front of him burst open.
Three figures came in. Harry thought he recognized them as Gryffindors, maybe
7th years? All of them look at Harry in disgust.
“You are a disgusting example of a wizard Potter.” One of them started.
“You make me sick the way you and that Riddle kid go on and flaunt your selves
to the whole school.”
“You realize that what you are doing is wrong, right?”
“It is a sin and shows impurity of blood”
“We are here to show you how wrong it is.”
“We are going to make sure you never participate in such heinous acts again.”
Harry was confused. What were they talking about? Him and Tom? What did they do
together? What acts? Was opening the Chamber the issue?
“I don’t understand what it is I have supposedly done?” Says Harry.
The three burst out laughing. “Oh, the little Fag doesn’t know that being a
whore is wrong. Don’t worry Potter, we are going to teach you exactly what you
are doing wrong.”
Harry suddenly realized what they are talking about. “Tom and I are not in a
relationship! We are just friends!” He says desperately.
The other three laughed again. “Surely you don’t expect us to believe that do
you?”
Harry’s eyes widened, knowing that there is nothing he could do.
One of the boys came closer to Harry, carrying a knife. Harry backed as far as
he can away but there is no room to hide. The boy used his wand to restrain
Harry even further, making it impossible for him to move. The boy sliced
something into his arm, and it burns! Something must have been on the blade.
When the boy left Harry looked down and sees the word “Fag” carved into his
left arm. Another boy came over and carved “Homo” onto his other arm. The third
came and carved the word “Whore” across his chest in deep long strokes.
Finally, they flipped him over and carved the word “Freak” into his back,
telling him what they are doing since he could not see it.
Tears were streaming down Harry’s face from pain and humiliation. He could feel
the potion that coated the blades working through his system. He was on fire
and then all of a sudden everything started to have a hazy edge to it. Harry
felt that he would not be able to move even if he was not bound. The boys
stepped back for a moment.
They whispered amongst themselves for a minute then one stepped forward and
said, “None of us wants to fuck your dirty ass, so we will have to make do with
your little mouth. We do, however, have something else to stick up your ass.”
He pulled something out of his robe, it was shaped like a cone with something
else at the end, it was huge. Harry whimpered at the thought of that going
inside of him. The boy approached and started pushing the thing inside of him;
it was slow and agonizing because the boy did not stretch him. Harry could feel
himself tearing, blood helping to ease the monstrosity inside of him. Finally
he could feel that it is all the way inside him and was horrified by the
pleasure he felt when it bumped up against something deep within him. His cock
twitched and the others take this as their cue. One by one they came up and
fucked Harry’s mouth, forcing him to swallow. Tears continued to fall as Harry
began to just think one thing, over and over again.
“Tom, please save me. Tom, please. Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom”
***** Chapter 10 *****
**** Chapter 10 ****
Tom was feeling a lot better after his visit to Madame Pomfrey. After dinner he
had suddenly become very ill having to run to the nearest bathroom to throw up
with a worried Harry following behind him. Harry had taken him to Madame
Pomfrey and then Tom had forced Harry to go do his prefect duties. Madame
Pomfrey had taken care of him immediately yet insisted he stay for a couple
hours just so that she could make sure he was fine. He spent the rest of the
evening bored out of his mind wondering what Harry was up to.
When Tom left, Madame Pomfrey made him promise he was going straight back to
the dorms. He was not to go try to find Harry on his prefect rounds. Tom
reluctantly agreed. He headed back to the common room. It was about 9pm,
Harry’s rounds were done at about 12am, Tom could wait three hours to make sure
Harry came back. He silently worked on homework while the common room emptied
around him.
At about 12:30 Tom was getting antsy. Surely Harry was done with rounds? He
should have been back by now. At 1, Tom was pacing back and forth, trying to
determine what he should do. If he just went out searching for Harry, Harry
could return to the common room without Tom knowing. A couple more turns and
that was when Tom felt it, overwhelming panic and terror. He was confused, it
was almost as if he was feeling someone else’s emotions. He stopped in the
middle of the common area frozen by what he could feel. Then he heard it,
Harry’s voice inside Tom’s head “Tom, please save me. Tom, please. Tom. Tom.
Tom. Tom”
Not waiting around to figure out what had just happened Tom raced out of the
dorms. As he moved out of the Slytherin dorms Harry’s chanting of Tom’s name
got louder. He followed the sound through a couple of corridors until it was
practically screaming inside his head. He turned one last corner and saw it,
light filtering under one of the old torture chamber doors. Tom was furious.
With one swift movement he blasted the door out of his way. What he saw just
fueled his fury. Three boys, Gryffindors if their robes were anything to go by
were standing over Harry. One of them had his cock in Harry’s mouth. Within a
second of stepping into the room the three boys were tied up unconscious on the
floor. The next second Tom was by Harry’s side.
Harry let out a soft sigh of “Tom” and then promptly fainted.
Tom was frantically undoing Harry’s bonds. He was horrified to see the words
carved into Harry’s skin. This was all his fault wasn’t it? Harry had been
harmed because people thought they were together. Tom knew he should never have
befriended the boy. Only bad things happen to those who try to be nice to him.
Once the bonds were undone he tried to lift Harry into his arms but Harry
squirmed and let out a soft moan. Tom looked worried for a minute until he
realized that there something stuckinside Harry. He laid Harry down again and
gently removed the foreign object with utmost care. He was appalled to see how
much blood was flowing from Harry as the object was removed. It was huge, they
must not have stretched Harry at all by the amount of tearing there was around
the intrusion. Tom sat there for a minute; carefully taking all of Harry’s
injuries in, making sure he did not miss anything. He then took off his outer
robe and wrapped it around Harry’s naked form. He gently picked him up and
carried him to the hospital wing.
Harry seemed to relax more when his cheek rested on Toms shoulder, nuzzled into
Tom’s neck. Tom felt the comfort he always seemed to feel when he was touching
Harry.
When he reached the infirmary he shouted out for Madame Pomfrey. She quickly
came out and motioned them to one of the beds. Tom was reluctant to let Harry
out of his sight but Madame Pomfrey insisted. She drew up the curtains around
Harry’s bed and asked Tom what had happened while she ran diagnostics. Tom
explained how Harry had been late and how Tom had found him when he went
looking. He did not mention the fact that he could hear Harry’s voice inside
his head, that seemed like something he should not tell anyone else. He then
told her how he found him, with three boys around him, one of them violating
Harry’s mouth the other two looking like they had just had their turns. He told
her of the handcuffs and the collar. But he just could not seem to get the
words out that something had been shoved into Harry’s bum. Tom realized he was
crying and shaking slightly. He moved to sit down on another hospital bed.
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Madame Pomfrey could hear the boy breaking down. She wished she could help him
but Harry needed her help much more right now. She confirmed all of the
injuries that Tom mentioned. She tried to heal everything as best she could.
The chaffing that had occurred at the wrist and neck mended easily. It was the
words carved into Harry’s skin that were the problem. They must have used some
sort of potion on the blade because even though she could heal the cuts, the
scars remained vivid against Harry’s pale skin. She could not get them to fade.
She listened to Tom as he tried to tell of one more injury but seemed unable to
vocalize this last horror. She ran her wand up and down the boy and found the
source of Tom’s alarm. Blood was steadily flowing from Harry’s torn opening.
She fixed him up as best she could, spelling pain relieving and blood
replenishing potions into him like she did those few years ago. She spelled a
hospital gown onto Harry and then came out from behind the curtain.
Poppy saw Riddle sitting there, tears track glistening in the candlelight. He
was silent and just staring straight ahead. He looked as if he were planning
something and a little like he had no idea how his world had come falling down
around him so fast.
“Where are the boys who did this to Harry?” Poppy softly inquired
“Stunned and tied up in the dungeons.” Tom replied almost on autopilot. His
eyes tightened slowly though.
“Do you think you could get the headmaster and inform him of what has happened?
Take him to the boys so that they can be dealt with properly.” Poppy instructed
Tom, hoping that he would not take it upon himself to deliver the justice that
Harry deserved.
“Of course Madame Pomfrey” and with that Tom was out of the hospital wing
walking fast towards the headmasters rooms.
Why is it always these two? Poppy thought to herself, going back to check on
Harry once more.
***** Chapter 11 *****
**** Chapter 11 ****
Tom returned to the hospital wing sooner than Poppy thought he would. He told
her the headmaster had the three boys detained and were waiting upon ministry
officials to take them away from Hogwarts. They had all been expelled and were
to be tried for their crimes against Harry. Poppy sighed in relief. Tom went to
go sit beside Harry but Poppy stopped him. She could not allow Tom to see Harry
right now, after such a brutal ordeal Harry would surely wish to be left alone.
Tom refused to leave the hospital wing though so Poppy finally conceded to him
staying the night in the bed next to Harry’s.
Poppy checked on Harry one last time, putting a charm on him to let her know
when he woke up and another one preventing anyone but her from stepped inside
the curtains. She told Tom that he was not to try to sneak past the curtains
and that he was lucky she was allowing him to stay in the hospital wing at all.
A few hours later she woke up to screams coming from Harry’s bed. She ran out
quickly to see what was wrong. Harry was screaming at the top of his lungs, Tom
standing at the edge of the curtain looking frantic unable to move past her
barrier. All of a sudden she realized that Harry’s screams were not just
screams of agony he was calling Tom’s name, pleading with him to save Harry.
She glanced at Tom again realizing that for the second time today tears were
streaming down his face at his inability to help his best friend.
She took down the barriers immediately and Tom rushed to Harry’s side. As soon
as Tom touched Harry, Harry stopped screaming, instead leaning into the touch.
Poppy quickly ran a few tests to make sure that Harry was still healing
properly. Everything looked fine, she looked back at Tom starting slightly to
see that he had climbed into the bed with Harry and wrapped his arm around the
younger boy gently. Harry’s face was pressed close to Tom’s neck and Tom was
rubbing his back soothingly. Poppy decided that they were in safe hands;
placing the protection charms up again, she left the room.
The next morning when she went to check on the boys she found them both sound
asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. She decided not to wake them, checking
Harry silently and pleased that he was healing nicely. The headmaster came down
just before breakfast to check on the boy and was slightly surprised that Tom
Riddle was sharing the boy’s bed. Poppy explained about the night before and
updated the headmaster on Harry’s condition. The headmaster seemed pleased and
left again informing Poppy that Tom was excused from classes until Harry was
better seeing as they were basically inseparable. Poppy thanked the headmaster
and watched him leave.
She ordered breakfast for the two boys and then went back to her office to wait
for them to wake up.
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Harry was the first to wake up. He felt warm and happy, so different from what
he felt before. He nuzzled into the warmth next to him suddenly realizing it
was a body. Tom and he had stopped sharing a bed ages ago as Harry’s nightmares
had all but disappeared. Harry slowly stretched and then realized they were in
the hospital wing. All of a sudden everything came rushing back to him and he
started to hyperventilate. It was true, he was a whore, the boys proved that
last night.
Just as Harry was about to pass out from the lack of air Toms arms found their
way around him again. Tom was there, Tom was safe, Tom had found him, and Tom
had saved him. Tom was murmuring comforting words into Harry’s ear, calming him
down. Then he sat up carefully, trying not to jostle Harry too much and pulled
Harry up into his lap, gently rocking him back and forth. Somewhere in the back
of Harry’s mind he thought that he should not be ok with this, another person,
especially a boy, holding him so tightly after what he had just gone through.
But Harry did not care, Tom made everything better, and Tom had not left Harry.
Madame Pomfrey came in and checked up on Harry. Harry spent most of the check
up hiding in Tom’s arms. She brought in breakfast and Tom coaxed Harry into
eating a bit. They spent the rest of the day talking about school and other
safe topics. It was only when the headmaster came in and Harry gave a
frightened squeak and practically clung to Tom that they realized that they
should probably talk about what had happened.
Harry slowly told Tom what the Gryffindors had done to him. It made it easier
knowing that Tom had already seen his injuries. However, when Harry got to the
part about the cone being shoved into him he realized that Tom must have seen
him like that. He curled in on himself and Tom rubbed his back and spoke
soothingly until Harry could look up at him again. Tom said that Harry did not
need to tell him about that part as he had already seen what it had done to
Harry. That night Harry had nightmares and every time he woke up Tom was there
to calm him back down and soothe his worries away.
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Tom made sure to tell Harry that he was not a freak or a whore. That what those
boys had said was not true and that Harry was perfect. Harry mumbled into Tom’s
chest at that.
“What was that Harry?”
“They weren’t wrong about everything…”
“What do you mean Harry?”
“Tom, I-I’m…I…I like b-boys” Harry managed to get out quietly
Tom sat stunned for a moment. He never thought that Harry was gay. He had often
fantasized about it but never actually thought those fantasies could come true.
“Harry, liking boys is fine. What those boys did to you though was wrong! They
had no right to call you names and harm you in any way. I just wish the
headmaster had let me deal with them. At least they can never hurt you again.
And Harry, I think I should tell you that I like boys too. So if you think that
what those boys said is true about you then they must be true about me too.”
Tom said, hoping that Harry would understand that those boys were wrong about
him.
“Y-you like boys too?” Harry asked incredulously. He had been dreaming about
Tom for years but had never thought that Tom would even consider dating a boy.
“Yeah” said Tom softly. And then they both drifted off to sleep for the night.
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It was a week after Harry’s attack and he was finally allowed back into the
castle. No one knew for certain what had happened. They just knew that Harry
had been attacked and that three Gryffindors had been expelled. Tom stuck close
to Harry’s side, not wanting to leave him alone. Unfortunately, Harry and Tom
were in separate years so they did not attend the same classes. But
surprisingly the other Slytherins took up the slack. You did not harm one of
their own. Harry was never left alone, something he was mostly grateful for.
Harry had some difficulty adjusting to people surrounding him again. There were
a few instances where Tom had to be called to calm Harry down. But those lasted
only for the first two weeks. Finally Harry was getting back to normal.
***** Chapter 12 *****
**** Chapter 12 ****
Halloween was approaching and Headmaster Dippet had decided to hold a dance.
All of the students were excited.
Harry found himself wondering what he should go as one evening while
absentmindedly staring straight at Tom.
“Harry? Did you want something?” Tom asked, slightly laughing at the shocked
look on Harry’s face
“N-no, um…I was wondering what you were going to go as for Halloween?” Was
Harry’s hasty response, he could not believe that Tom had caught him staring!
“Hmm…I don’t know. I think I may just put some dress robes on and get a fancy
mask.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Do you think I could do the same? I mean…we
wouldn’t be matching or anything…and we wouldn’t be going together…so would
that be ok?” Harry managed to get out.
“That would be fine.” Tom said with what seemed to be a pleased smile. Harry
smiled back.
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The night of the Halloween dance everyone was frantically getting ready. Harry
just kept smoothing his unruly hair down, trying to get it to stay in place. He
knew that Tom would never be interested in him, but he still wanted to look his
best. When he made it downstairs he found that people were milling around in
the common room waiting for their dates to come downstairs. Harry spotted Tom
near the exit and beamed. He made his way over and when Tom saw him was greeted
with a smile. They left together and made their way down to the great hall.
Throughout the night, anytime Harry looked at Tom he found Tom staring right
back at him with a small smile gracing his lips. Harry tried not to think too
much about those lips and what they would feel like.
The two of them were laughing when Tom went to go get some drinks. While he was
gone Harry just thought how happy he was, all he needed was Tom’s friendship,
nothing more. He was still lost in these thoughts when someone grabbed him from
behind and dragged him into the corridor outside. The other person, a guy from
what Harry could tell was pressed up against Harry. Harry could feel the
arousal in the others pants rubbing against Harry’s thigh. Harry tried not to
panic and tried to force the other boy off of him. The other boy was much
larger than Harry and from what Harry could tell was very drunk, given the
smell coming off of him. Panic rose as the other boy forced his tongue into
Harry’s mouth and seemed to be trying to pull Harry’s clothes off of him.
Harry kept struggling, not wanting to give into the boys obvious wishes. All of
a sudden he found the boy pulled off of him. Harry sank to the floor, shaking
slightly. He looked up and found himself staring at Tom punching the other boy
in the face and then kicking him in the groin before immobilizing him and
turning towards Harry. The rage that had been in his eyes a moment before had
turned to worry as he slowly approached Harry. Harry was having none of that;
he launched himself into Tom’s arms as soon as the older boy was close enough.
“Please take me away, please, I need to leave.” Harry pleaded against Tom’s
chest.
Tom lifted the boy up, cradled in his arms. Harry was still so small even
though he was now in his 5th year. He made his way to the second floor girls
bathroom and down into the Chamber. He knew that this would be a source of
comfort for Harry, knowing that only Tom and he could get in. Tom made his way
to the master suite and sat down on the sofa there, near enough to the fire
that a comforting warmth reached them.
Harry seemed to be calming down, as he always did when Tom held him. He rested
his head against Tom’s shoulder with his arms wrapped around Tom’s neck and his
legs wrapped around Tom’s waist. Tom just sat there for awhile, rubbing Harry’s
back in a comforting manner.
Harry broke the silence with a small whisper of “I didn’t want him to do that.”
“I know Harry. I promise no one will ever touch you without your permission
again, as long as I have anything to say about.” With that Harry just clung to
Tom harder.
“What happens when you leave me Tom?”
“I will never leave you Harry. I love you too much to leave you.” Tom replied
without realizing what he said. Harry stiffened slightly in Tom’s arms.
“You love me?” He asked in awe, no one that Harry could remember had ever said
they loved him before
Tom hesitated for a second, not sure if he wanted to make this confession quite
yet but one look at Harry made up his mind. “Of course I love you. How could I
not love you? You are the most perfect person I have ever met Harry. When I am
with you I feel complete. Tonight when you disappeared I panicked. Then somehow
I could feel your fear, just like I could when those bastard Gryffindors had
you and I followed it out into the hall to find that monster trying to force
you into doing something you didn’t want to do. I feel as if we are connected
somehow Harry, with you by my side I feel as if I could do anything. The only
reason I have not told you of my love before was because I did not want to
scare you. I could not bear to lose our friendship.”
Harry just stared up at him for a minute then said confidently “I love you too
Tom.” Then he did something Tom never expected Harry to do, only in his dreams
had he even considered it, Harry reached up, looked Tom in the eyes, he seemed
to be devouring him, and then he gently pressed his lips to Toms. It took a
second for Tom to realize what was happening but he then quickly returned the
pressure, carefully, gently so as not to scare Harry. After a few minutes of
this Harry pulled back and lay his head on Tom’s shoulder. He sighed in content
once and then Tom found himself with an armful of sleeping Harry.
He gently lifted Harry up, trying not to wake him up and moved to put him on
the giant bed behind them. They had never spent the night in the Chamber,
worried that their dorm mates might notice their absence, and never having a
true reason to make use of the bed. Tom pulled back the covers and lay Harry
down, he went to move away but found himself grabbed by one of Harry’s hand and
with a small “Stay” from Harry’s lips that was all it took. Tom transfigured
both of their robes into more comfortable sleepwear and climbed into bed. He
kissed Harry’s forehead gently and then curled around the smaller boy,
promising himself that he would never let anyone harm Harry again. Harry moved
into Tom’s embrace and nuzzled into his chest as they both fell into a peaceful
sleep.
***** Chapter 13 *****
**** Chapter 13 ****
Over the course of the next few months Harry and Tom’s relationship grew. They
spent most of their time studying and cuddling down in the Chamber so that no
one could bother them. Most of the castle seemed to think that they were up to
something, but they ignored these rumors and simply enjoyed each other’s
company. After their confessions of love their relationship became easier, soft
touches to the shoulder or face were now acceptable without feeling awkward and
gentle kisses were often exchanged. Tom was more protective of Harry than ever,
but word seemed to have gotten around the castle and no one bothered the pair.
Harry’s OWLS were coming up and this led to them spending even more time down
in the Chamber studying than normal. Many a night found Harry passed out on the
sofa with notes surrounding him. These nights Tom would lift Harry up and carry
him to the bed, they would then spend the night wrapped in the comfort of each
other’s arms. They had gotten around their dorm mates noticing their absence by
simply placing charms around their beds to make it seem like they were there.
Their physical relationship had not moved too much further than passionate
kisses and a little bit of rubbing against one another. Anything further and
Harry would pull back. Tom never seemed to mind.
When Harry’s OWLS were over they had a week until summer began. Harry was
laying in Tom’s lap having Tom run his fingers lovingly through his hair when
Tom broached the subject.
“Harry, would you consider moving in with me? I am 17 now and do not plan on
returning to the orphanage. I have acquired an apartment in London near Diagon
Alley.”
Harry sat up and looked at Tom to see if he actually meant it. “Of course! I
have lived with you since 3rd year; I cannot imagine not spending the summer
with you. The orphanage would be horrid without you. Please let me come with
you.”
Tom laughed, “Well, I am glad that is settled.” He swooped down to kiss Harry.
Harry moved so that he was straddling Tom, passionately kissing back. He ran
his hands up and down Tom’s back and through his hair, bringing him closer to
Harry. Tom’s hand wandered up the back of Harry’s shirt and Harry got the hint.
He lifted his arms and reluctantly pulled away so that Tom could tug off his
shirt. He was too involved in devouring Tom’s mouth to be self conscious at the
moment. It was then Harry’s turn to tug Tom’s shirt off.
They both spent awhile exploring the newly exposed skin with both mouths and
hands. Harry was sucking on Tom’s nipple when he felt Tom moving to undo
Harry’s pants. He stiffened for barely a second and then let Tom continue, this
was Tom, and he would not hurt Harry. Harry stepped out of his pants and then
helped Tom out of his. When he looked into Tom’s eyes he saw the desire in
them. Tom moved them over to the bed.
Harry was getting slightly nervous but convinced himself that it would be ok,
Tom would never hurt him. They fell back onto the bed and continued with their
exploration of their bodies. Their hips were bucking into each other
unconsciously, seeking the friction needed for release. It was not until Tom
moved them so that Harry was underneath him and started to reach into Harry’s
boxers that Harry finally panicked. His eyes glazed over and he became rigid.
He was back in Privet Drive, his uncle standing over him forcing him to cum
into his mouth, stuffing his thick cock into Harry’s mouth and bum.
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Tom realized almost immediately that something was wrong. Harry was not
responding. He quickly removed his hand from Harry’s pants and moved off of
Harry. Harry just lay there staring into nothing. Tom felt stupid. Of course
Harry had freaked, hadn’t those Gryffindors done enough damage? Combine that
with that stupid idiot from Halloween and Tom should have known that Harry had
an issue with the more physical aspects of a relationship.
It took Tom a minute to realize that Harry was mouthing something into the air.
He got closer and heard “No, no please, no uncle, please, not again, please,
uncle, please, no, no, no”. Tom straightened, shooting a terrified glance at
Harry. Harry never spoke of his relatives. Tom had known that all those years
ago when Tom had found Harry in that hallway covered in cuts and bruises that
his Uncle had done that. But surely that was enough; surely his uncle had not
committed this most heinous act to his nephew. One look at Harry proved him
wrong.
Tom moved closer to Harry now, carefully reaching out to him, not wanting to
startle him. Once his hand touched Harry’s shoulder the other boy seemed to
snap out of the trance he had gone into. He took a deep breath, looked around
and then Tom found himself with an armful of sobbing Harry.
“I-I’m so s-sorry! Please don’t leave me. I will be good. We can do whatever
you want. Please don’t leave me. I will be a good boy. I will. I promise. Just
please don’t leave me.”
Tom slowly started to rock the crying boy back and forth, rubbing the familiar
comforting circles on Harry’s back. “Harry, I promised that I would never leave
you. I also promised that no one would ever touch you unless you wanted them
to, that includes me Harry. Please, my little snake, please tell me what has
upset you this much. I promise I will never leave you and we will never do
anything you don’t want to do. I will wait as long as needed for you to feel
comfortable going further. I love you Harry, please let me help you.” By the
time Tom had finished talking, Harry has calmed down a considerable amount. He
was no longer crying but was still curled around Tom with his face pressed into
his neck, hiding from Tom.
“What if I am never ready Tom? What if every time we try I freak out? I love
you Tom and I want to give everything to you, but I just don’t know if I can.”
Harry whispered his concerns against Tom’s shoulder, still refusing to look at
Tom.
“I will never leave you Harry, just because we are unable to have a physical
relationship does not meant that I will abandon you. I will never love anyone
else Harry, I can feel that. You are the one for me, and I shall stay by your
side and help you with anything and everything you ever need. If that includes
helping you get over these concerns, then I will, I promise. I love you Harry.”
At this, Harry finally looked up into Tom’s eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on
Tom’s lip and then settled back into Tom’s arms. “It was my uncle…” Harry
started and he found it quite difficult to stop again until the whole story was
out. At points where it became difficult for Harry to speak, Tom just rubbed
his back, calming him once more, occasionally adding a kiss to Harry’s
forehead. Once Harry had finished telling Tom the truth he found himself
drifting off, being very emotionally drained. Tom shifted them so they are
laying on the bed under the covers. He held Harry to him and softly whispered
into his ear the same thing over and over again until they both fell asleep.
“I love you Harry. I love you Harry. I love you Harry.”
***** Chapter 14 *****
**** Chapter 14 ****
Tom helped Harry to overcome some of the traumas his uncle had inflicted on him
over the next few months. When school had ended they moved into Tom’s flat in
London. They spent their days studying and learning more advanced magic. Their
nights were spent in each other’s arms. Tom talked everything out with Harry
and kept reassuring Harry that he was not a Freak or a Whore. By the time they
returned to Hogwarts for Tom’s final year and Harry’s sixth year, Harry was
finally starting to accept the fact that Tom was right, Harry was worth
something.
Tom never pressured Harry to do anything physical that Harry did not want to
do. He let Harry initiate everything beyond kissing. It took awhile but Harry
slowly became more comfortable with making out with their shirts off. Harry was
very shy at first due to the scars left on him by the Gryffindors. Tom got rid
of that worry by assuring Harry that he was beautiful and kissing along each
cut. When Harry became comfortable with that they moved on to just boxers. It
was while making out and rubbing up against each other during one of these
sessions that they finally came for each other. They collapsed onto the bed in
the Chamber sleepy and happy. Harry curled into Tom’s arms and fell asleep with
a smile on his face.
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When Christmas came along the boys went back to spend it in Tom’s flat. They
spent their first Christmas in the flat wrapped up in warm blankets in front of
the tree that Harry had insisted on getting. That night was the first time that
Harry allowed for Tom to see him completely bare. Tom had seen him bare when he
had saved him from the Gryffindors, but this was different, this was Harry
choosing to let Tom see him. The sight was extremely erotic and Tom found
himself with a hard-on almost immediately.
Harry slowly approached him and gently removed Tom’s boxers as Tom stood in
front of the bed just staring at Harry. Seeing the desire and lust in Harry’s
eyes almost made Tom come right there, how had he been so lucky as to have
Harry trust him enough to be in this position with him?
Harry slowly knelt in front of Tom and took him in his mouth. This was
different than all the times he had been forced to do this in the past. Harry
was choosing this and Tom was completely still, letting Harry control the pace
at which he went. Harry bobbed up and down, sucking gently. He teased Tom’s
balls with one of his hands, holding onto Tom’s hip for stability with the
other. Tom was moaning and trying to make this last while Harry just kept
sucking, flicking his tongue out to caress the smooth skin beneath it. When
Harry began to flick his tongue in and around Tom’s slit Tom could not control
himself anymore. He cried out to Harry that he was going to come, expecting
Harry to move away, instead Harry just started sucking harder. As Tom released
into Harry’s mouth, Harry swallowed every drop, sucking Tom until he was dry.
Harry removed Tom’s softening cock from his mouth, licking his lips. He gave
the head one last kiss and then looked up into Tom’s eyes.
Tom looked down on Harry and saw the lust and love that consumed the boy. He
kneeled down next to him, not sure of what he should be doing, he knew Harry
was skittish about Tom touching him there. He slowly began kissing him, able to
taste himself on Harry’s lips. Harry moaned into his mouth. Harry then grabbed
Tom’s hand and brought it to Harry’s erect member. That was all Tom needed to
start pumping Harry’s hard cock.
He started slowly but began to increase the pace as Harry made little moans of
encouragement. Harry broke apart from Tom’s mouth and whispered “Mouth,
please.” Tom lifted Harry up to the bed and lay him down. Harry was squirming
from the feeling of the fabric on his over sensitive skin. “Tom, please” he was
begging “I need to cum, please.” Tom needed no more encouragement. He quickly
knelt between Harry’s legs and began sucking him. Harry tasted so good. Tom was
so lucky that Harry was his, that he was Harry’s.
As he slowly licked up and down Harry’s arousal his hand wandered upwards,
slowly rubbing up and down Harry’s chest finally reaching one of his nipples
and giving is a quick twist. Harry arched off the bed, panting. “More” was the
quiet response. Tom continued his exploration of Harry’s chest, working both
nipples as he continued to suck Harry down. He used his other hand to work on
Harry’s balls, gently rolling them in his hand. All of a sudden Harry made a
cry and jerked upwards, the next thing he knew Tom’s mouth was being filled
with Harry’s delicious seed. He made sure to swallow ever bit. He removed his
mouth from Harry’s cock once he knew that Harry was done. He moved up to lie
next to Harry, kissing him over and over again.
Harry was covered in a light sheen of sweat and was panting slightly. “Merry
Christmas” he murmured against Tom’s lips.
“And Happy New Year” Tom replied
***** Chapter 15 *****
**** Epilogue ****
It was nearing the end of the school year. Harry and Tom had spent every second
they could together, knowing this was Tom’s last year at Hogwarts. They spent
the majority of their time studying. Tom had his NEWTS coming up and Harry was
helping him prepare. They also continued to further their education by reading
more advanced books in multiple subject areas. They were both at the top of
their classes.
It was late one afternoon the week before NEWTS and Harry could not find Tom
anywhere. He checked the Great Hall and the library, he even went down to the
Chamber even though they tended to only go there together. When he returned to
the common room he was starting to worry slightly. Suddenly the door to the
common room burst open and Tom came tumbling in. He looked extremely pleased
with himself. Harry shot him a questioning look when Tom came over and
basically dragged Harry out into the hall.
“I have some excellent news.” He said as he dragged Harry along. Harry soon
realized they were on their way to the Chamber and figured Tom wanted to wait
until they got there to tell him what was going on.
When they reached the Chamber Tom led Harry into the master bedroom and sat
Harry down on the sofa while he just paced excitedly in front of him.
“Tom, what’s going on?” Harry asked, genuinely curious as to what could have
made Tom so happy.
“The headmaster has just informed me that Professor Merryweather is retiring at
the end of the year. He has offered me the position of Defense Against the Dark
Arts teacher.”
Harry stared at Tom in shock for a moment until he jumped him. “That means you
will still be here. We will still see each other! I won’t be alone!” Harry was
almost crying with joy at this new proclamation.
Harry began kissing Tom’s lips and then moved to kissing all over his face. It
started to get heated as Harry began to tear at Tom’s clothes, wanting nothing
to be between them. Tom caught on quickly and maneuvered them onto the bed, in
the process managing to remove both his and Harry’s outer robes as well as
shirts.
Harry was on top of Tom, kissing and nipping up and down his torso. Tom was
moaning beneath him. Both of them could feel the others erection rubbing
together between them. Harry moved further down and undid Tom’s pants, quickly
removing both them and Tom’s boxers. He moved back up Tom’s body, kissing his
way to Tom’s lips, but avoiding touching the one place Tom was desperate for
him to. When he reached Tom’s lips he whispered the one thing Tom had been
waiting to hear but never dreamed the day would come when Harry said them “I
want you inside of me.”
Tom looked at Harry to make sure he was completely ok with this decision, Harry
just nodded. Tom knew that Harry’s uncle had taken him from behind, so he
carefully laid Harry on his back, kissing him everywhere he found bare skin.
“Tell me if I hurt you, or if you want me to stop. I promise I will.” Tom said
as he kissed his way down to Harry’s navel before dipping his tongue into it.
Harry replied with a simple “I know.”
That was almost Tom’s undoing. He made his way to Harry’s pants and slowly
unbuttoned and removed them. He could now see the obvious tent of Harry’s
arousal. He looked up at Harry for confirmation once more, not wanting to
frighten him. Harry just nodded in a slight daze of arousal. Tom removed
Harry’s boxers and threw them to the side. He took a minute to just stare at
Harry’s beauty; he always did when he and Harry were naked with one another.
Then he made his way back up to Harry’s face and kissed him passionately. He
looked into Harry’s eyes again, still seeing that Harry was with him and
enjoying himself he moved back down. “This may hurt a bit. Let me know if you
want to stop.” Came Tom’s soft voice. Harry just nodded in assent.
Tom took Harry’s length in his mouth, hoping to distract Harry from the pain
with this pleasure. Harry just moaned and started to wriggle a bit on the bed.
Tom cast a wandless lubricating charm on his fingers, wanting to make sure that
he would hurt Harry as little as possible. He slowly traced one finger around
Harry’s opening as he continued his lazy movement up and down Harry’s cock.
Harry squirmed even more at the new sensation.
Slowly, Tom breached Harry’s opening and inserted a finger inside of him. He
stayed still until Harry started wriggling some more, muscles seemingly drawing
Tom’s finger further inside him. Tom slowly explored Harry’s insides with his
finger. Every once in a while he would brush against something that made Harry
gasp out in pleasure. He made a note to aim for that spot when he was fully
inside Harry. He added another finger and began to scissor Harry, gently
widening his opening. By the time he had added the last finger Harry was one
heap of over-sensitized nerves. He was bucking up into Tom’s mouth and back
onto his hand, and yet trying his best not to come, he wanted to wait until Tom
was inside him. “Tom, now, please.”
Tom removed his mouth from Harry’s cock, looked up into Harry’s lust filled
gaze and then removed his fingers. He quickly cast another lubrication spell on
his rock hard member. Harry was writhing on the bed from the loss of
stimulation. Tom gently guided his cock into Harry, slowly moving forward,
stopping occasionally for Harry to get used to the feeling. The whole time he
was looking at Harry, making sure that it was Tom that Harry was seeing and
none of his past tormentors. Harry moved his hips letting Tom know that he
could move further in. Finally he was completely inside Harry. It felt amazing;
Harry was so tight and hot around him. He gave Harry another minute to get used
to the feeling. When Harry wriggled his hips a bit Tom started a slow but
steady rhythm. He continued until he felt Harry rocking up harder into his
hips. Then he started faster and harder. They made up a good rhythm and soon
found themselves screaming each other’s names as they came together. Both were
panting heavily as Tom removed himself from Harry. He cast a quick cleaning
charm and then collapsed next to Harry, pulling the younger man into his arms.
They fell asleep wrapped in the comfort of each other, knowing that everything
was going to be ok.
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