My Dear Dark Lord

Chapter 30: Riddles and Gaunts

Tom snuggled closer to the warmth. It felt like forever since he had such a nice sleep. But something was bothering him.

'Was that laughing?'

Yes. He heard someone laugh. Frowning, he wondered who had the gall to enter his room. He wanted to curse the bastard who entered his room, but that meant getting up and he was very, very comfortable right now.

The warmth too started moving. Frustrated, he opened his eyes.

Immediately, he was greeted with bright light. Too bright light. He closed his eyes, headache already on its way.
'Why is it so bloody bright in the dungeons?'

"It's bright because you're not at Hogwarts in the Slytherin dorms, but at my godfather's old house."

He knew that voice. That deep, warm, hot, voice.

Harry.

Tom shot up from his sleeping position, wide-eyed.
And was promptly pulled back by the hand, which he now noticed, on his waist.

"Don't tell me you always wake up like this." Harry said, amused.

Tom, who was now facing a (thankfully) clothed chest, looked up at Harry, face red.

"Uh. No."

"Good. Cause I like lazing in the bed for some time in the morning." He said, smiling.

Tom only flushed at the insinuation.

"Good morning, sweet."

"G' morning." He mumbled, still sleepy and a bit embarrassed.

Slowly, yesterday's memories came back to his mind. He exhaled slightly, thinking about yesterday night.

"I'm sorry." He heard Harry whisper.

"Why?" He asked, confused.

"For yesterday. The torture and Dark magic." Something was clearly bothering him.

"You had warned me." Tom pointed out softly.

"I know. I- You saw me yesterday. The real me. The monster that I am. You're clearly bothered by the torture, but I, on the other hand, enjoyed what happened yesterday. Always have." Harry looked away.

Tom could see some traces of guilt on his face. He knew it wasn't for what he had done, but for the fact that Tom had seen him like that.

The Slytherin raised his hand and touched Harry's cheek.
"Yes, last night's events bothered me. But not the way you think. It's just the fact that I finally killed someone. It's so surreal. I always knew I'd do that one day." Smiling sadly he added, "And about being a monster, aren't we all? There is evil and good in every person. In the end, it's about power. The people at my orphanage had power over me, they abused it. They thought it's justified. Umbridge did the same. You have power, you did what you thought was right. And I support you, stand by you. Your Reapers support you. Maybe some will think it's wrong, but I don't think so."

Harry looked at him and kissed his hand, smiling softly at him, his eyes filled with affection for the younger wizard.

"Thank you, my sweet."

"I should thank you too, for letting me get my revenge, my dear Dark Lord."

The man chuckled at the title, pulling Tom closer to him.

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The two of them were sitting at the dining table and having their breakfast, when Tom questioned, "What about Hogwarts? Surely the others will realize our absence."