All I Ever Wanted Was the World

chapter 18

Harry grunted when he made contact with the ground, letting out a frustrated sigh as Tom landed on top of him.
"I should've killed her, I should've."
He stated, balling his fists in Tom's cloak.

The younger boy looked to Tom, anger and frustration swirling in his eyes as he tried to calm himself down.
Tom simply looked at him and tilted his head..
... Before leaning down and giving Harry a soft kiss on his head.

He paused in his repetitive chant, staring at Tom as if he'd just danced around the room butt naked.
"What was that?" He asked, cheeks blossoming with color as he realized he'd actually been kissed, by Tom Riddle no less.
Voldemort from the past.

"A distraction," He'd said, getting himself up before dusting off his cloak, "You wouldn't stop being a mess if I didn't snap you out of it somehow."
"You could have done something else..Like yell or slap me?" Harry said stubbornly, grumbling as he got up from his place on the ground in the large skirts.

Cocking an eyebrow, he gave Harry a cocky smirk, "You wanted more from me?"

Thinking it impossible that the future dark lord just did that-
Harry ignored the uncharacteristic chuckle that resounded from the other and his own flushed face.
Clearing his throat, Harry pretended it didnt happen.
"Do we have the cup?"

"Yes, quite so. Fortunately you didn't knock it out of my arm when you threw yourself at me."

Harry let out a huff, relief settling itself heavy in his chest. "Thank god.."
He muttered, feeling the back of his head where it'd hit the wall.
The sticky residue rested on his fingers when he pulled them away, and suddenly he spun away from Tom.

"Ah, well. I'm going to clean this up and- get out of this monstrosity."
He said quickly, taking off and tossing the last heel before practically running towards the bathroom.

"Do be quick." Tom muttered, eyes flashing as he set the horcruxes in the chest with the others.
In a moment, he'd vanished.

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Harry came back moments later, hair dripping water as he discarded the.. remainder of clothing into the corner.

"Do you think-"
He looked up from his place in the room as he touched the wand in his back pocket, coming face to face with..

"Professor?" Harry questioned in surprise, slowly moving his hand backwards.

"Quite so." The man started, dark onyx eyes appeared stormy as they pierced into Harry's own.
Harry broke eye contact and, instead, focused on the spot between his brows and crooked nose.
"What are you doing here?" He asked cautiously, a little conflicted and embarrassed as he hadn't heard a thing from the bathroom.

"I should be asking you the same, you stupid oaf! Of course, only you would be stupid enough to go to Gringotts AND take the Dark Lord's possesions.. what were you thinking? That you could waltz around and do whatever you want?"
Snape hissed vehemently, glaring as he stepped closer to Harry with every word.
"Did you ever stop to think they could've put a tracking spell on you- or even worse, follow you here and wait till you've arrived?!"

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it, glaring just as intensely at his professor.
"Do you realize what I'm doing?" Harry uttered back, getting louder with every word.
"I'm doing my best to try to help you! Maybe I'll get killed, but it didn't seem as if Dumbledore cared, I was there when you were talking! At Grimmuald, of all places! Sirius isn't even here anymore and you still treat that place as your own!"

Anger filled him. He felt the tears rise to his eyes at the frustration and regret that came from the reference to Sirius' passing.

"I'm doing this because I have to, and if it makes me brash and like my father, then so be it. I'm only here because I was my own idiot, now I've learned and I'm dealing with it." Harry finished, roughly pushing away at the man.

He spun on his heel and faced the wall, wand in hand as he clenched it tightly. "I'm going to get rid of him."

There was a pause, then the light sound of shoes as they hit the floor filled the emptiness.
Then there was the sheets shifting on the bed.
"Dumbledore is dead."

Harry's eyes widened as he spun around, witnessing what was the twisting of Snape's robes as he disapperated.

Dumbledore was dead.
How was Harry going to possibly know what to do now?

Harry felt color drain from his face as he dropped on the bed, feeling weak. He felt a sharp pain in his bum, and, in a split second, he shakily jumped back to his feet.

The sword of Godric Griffindor lay half-wrapped beside a pouch.

Harry stared blankly at the items as he let the words sink in.

Dumbledore was dead.