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His obsession had grown and that he knew. As he allowed that curse to hit him, and watched Voldemort falter, as if it seemed too easy. He knew he couldn’t kill someone who use to be known as Tom Riddle. He could not kill a man he was obsessed with, a man that haunted his dreams almost every night, these without pain. One’s that made his body seem like he had come out of the freezing weather into the warm fire. A fire that made him cry out while his forbidden pleasures were masked with silencing charms.

He opened his eyes to the foggy scene around him.

“Harry,” He whipped around to see green eyes, and red hair. His heart almost stopped. He’d only had pictures to look at, but he could pick his mother out of a crowd.

“Mum,” The woman nodded and a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Da,” James nodded and smiled.

“Someone wants to talk to you, Harry.” The boy couldn’t even ask a question before the two were gone and Tom was standing in front of him. The green eyed boy’s knees almost buckled.

"Tom... Tom..." Harry cried, embracing the boy's waist. "I missed you so much Tom..."

"Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but if you get any closer, Harry. There won't be room for the heat." The older student said jokingly, a small chuckle escaping him.

The tears fell hard as he held Tom's body close to him. The warmth he had missed so much. "Oh Tom... I missed you so much..." He whimpered and hugged Tom tighter.

"Harry..." The man whispered at a loss for words. He'd never had someone care. It had shocked him the first time Harry had looked at him with those open emerald orbs; just wanting to help him, only ever wanting to help. He'd only known the boy for a short while, but perhaps that was what made this such an intense relationship. "You can't stay here. You have to go back and kill him." If possible, he clung more.

"I want to be with you, Tom. I don't want to lose you."

"Harry, you can't lose me. I've been lost to time for many decades now; even before you met me. You can't lose something that will always haunt you. I'll always wait for you," Tom said as he leaned down to kiss the boy's forehead. "I've waited this long, what's a few more decades watching you smile?"

Harry grasped at him desperately, with need; He brought himself to standing and forced his tongue through Tom's mouth, clawing at the other boy's shirt.

The boy in defense rolled his eyes before grabbing the younger's hands and intertwining them with his own as he slowly lulled the boy into a soft kiss.

He was crying as his tongue explored the familiar territory... and more fell at Tom's gentle touch. He gasped softly for air. It was like one of those movies you swore to yourself you'd never watch. The ones where the movements could be recited in old love coated poetry. Where your lover's touch was like heaven caressing the sky as the sun shone against the moon. Though as Harry felt Tom's fingers work on his clothes. The digits taking care to trace the ridges of his clothes - sending shivers down his spine as he felt the shirt and robes fall away in almost slow motion.


Worse... were the words that left Harry's lips... "Tom... I love you..." he could almost hear the sob that left Tom's mouth as the man lost his reserve, pulling the younger man to him fiercely. Tom's mouth becoming more demanding as he pulled Harry to the ground, laying down with the green-eyed boy straddling his waist.

Harry's hips moved in circles, the barrier of their clothes making the situation worse. "Tom...!"

The man had his hands on Harry's hips, his body arching back so that his eyes were looking behind him. Harry seemed to realize that the man was just as out of it as he was and let his body weight fall on to him; his mouth moving to Tom's neck.

Their hands grasped among their clothes, soft grass was their cushion as they rolled wildly. Once Tom's boxers were torn away, Harry ran his tongue teasingly up his lover and then moved his mouth back up to Tom's.
Who was almost whimpering at the lost of heat to his erection, but as Harry straddled that part of his anatomy and grinded against the other boy with nothing between them they both almost screamed.

Harry adjusted himself, his nails digging into Tom's skin. He wanted to lengthen their time together, and yet... his skin burned for more and more and more. He let Tom inside of him with a soft cry

The man's fingers still tracing his entrance as he adjusted to the man's cock; a small discomfort compared to the tingles that jumped up his spine with every small caress of the man's fingers.

Harry screamed, whether for more or from the sheer pain, he hadn't the idea, but to just leave it to Tom to figure out for him and it had to be one of his better decisions because for a moment he felt empty when the teal eyed boy pulled out before slamming back in.
Harry's hands flew to his own situation and stroked at the organ, while pleasuring the love of his life. He sighed heavily, trying to catch his breath, and hoping more than ever that their time together wouldn't be so short.

Tom must have been reading the little thoughts he could form however, because his hands were taken again and the older boy slowed the rhythm of their thrusting. Slowing time down so that one second seemed too be five minutes as Harry stared into Tom's eyes; his breath catching in his throat.

Just when Harry felt himself hitting close to a climax, he tried to repress it and took several deep breaths. "Tom... I will always love you..." He bit his lip and took another deep breathe.

"It'll hurt to kill him, I know he's not you...but that's what I was taught....and it'll always be at the back of my mind....even if - ahh - I don't like it."

“I never said you had to like it, but as long as you love me as you say you do. You should be able to do it. Put my legacy to rest, Harry. It isn’t fair to the world to let the monster roam. I’ll be here; I’ll help you, remember that. You are the master of the Hallows. We are at your beck and call.” Tom said as he leaned up to kiss the younger man’s forehead. The small gesture seemed to be the breaking point for Harry because he screamed loudly, the slow movements of their hips jump starting as he bucked wildly with his release.
Right onto the floor. I love you, Harry. Always, I am with you.

“Potter!?” The exclamation came from the Dark Lord who was currently looking down at the Boy Who Lived Again.

“Miss me?” Harry asked playfully as he watched Nagini go down, Harry looking at Neville with a small sense of pride.

“You’ll never win, Potter!” Voldemort spat after his falter, “I have the wand of the elder, and there is nothing you can do!”

“Watch me, Voldemort! I master of the three Hallows call to me the Elder Wand!” and as cliché as it was, the wand came when called, and the look on Voldemort’s face almost made Harry laugh as he cast the spell that had cost him his parents.

“Avada Kedavra!” but then he smiled, because Tom was now completely free.