Harry Potter and the book of oneshots (English translation)

Captivity or freedom? I (Tomarry)

Heyy Guys!

I'm so sorry it is that short.
I realized that I really can't write badHarry fics.

But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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"Potter! Harry!" Abruptly Harry turned around. Malfoy really was standing in front of him, panting out of breath.

"What do you want Malfoy?" He snapped at him.

"Never mind, just come with me." With those words, Draco grabbed the surprised Potter by the arm and took him into the Slytherin common room, where they climbed into the fireplace side by side and fled somewhere Harry didn't understand.

When he found himself in a room, he jerked back in fright and would have stumbled had Draco not grabbed him tighter by the arm.

Red eyes stared down at him and a Tom Riddle in his late 20s sneered at him.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Good work Draco. Take him to the dungeons I'll deal with him in a minute."

And already he was being dragged along again. That's just great.

Suddenly everything went black and it reeked of blood and decay.

Harry's face would have been consumed by now, but then he felt a blow on the back of his head and he fainted.

When he next woke up, his eyes fell on the stone floor of his cell. His blurred vision also glimpsed a pair of bars at the end of the room.

Suddenly the cell door was unlocked and Tom Riddle stepped up to him.

With satisfaction in his voice, he whispered:

"Here you are. Saint Potter in the clutches of his enemy and not even Dumbledore will save you. Trust me."

Harry's angry glint rivalled any basilisk, but the dark lord was not impressed.

"You'll see, Dumbledore will save me, and so will Ron and Hermione!" hissed Harry, sitting up as best he could.

"Now, now Potter do you really believe everything the old sod tells you? Look here, I'll make you an offer. You help me kill Dumbledore and I'll tell you the truth about your parents."

Harry looked at him irresolutely and he didn't know with Merlin what drove him to nod, but somehow he trusted Voldemort. Absurd really, but there it was.

"All right. So I'm listening."

The Lord took another breath before he began to speak.

"Lily and James Potter were Death Eaters."

Harry stared at him, speechless.

"What....?" Now he was more than confused.

And then the truth dripped into his mind like the liquid in an IV bag.

"It's all Dumbledore's fault."

Tom nodded.

"Yeah, so Harry, what do you say to my offer?"

The 17-year-old looked at him with eyes the size of house elves and nodded wildly.

"Sure! Dumblefuck, the old fart, killed my parents and then he expects me to LISTEN to him?!!! Well thank you very much."

Harry had talked himself into such a frenzy that he had garnishly noticed how he had been carried out of his dungeon and was now leaning against a well-built chest, which was covered by a wine-red shirt.

"W..what?" confused, he looked around and promptly felt the answer to his stuttered question.

His pad vibrated and he felt a hand brush through his wispy hair.

"I didn't expect you to even take a breath at your rant. You didn't seem to catch it all. We're in my private wing in the living room now. I'm sitting on the sofa and you're snuggling on my lap. Welcome to the real world, little one."

Smirked Tom and wrapped his arms around the petite body. The latter stiffened a little and the young wizard squinted shyly at the older one.

When he realised that nothing else was happening, he relaxed and snuggled up.

Satisfied, he sighed and a little later fell into a deep sleep.

The dark lord smiled down at the Gryffindor and pressed a quick kiss to his tousled hair.

If only Harry knew that he was in the arms of his secret Chrush.

Tom hoped the 17-year-old would take the news well. He continued to ponder what Harry's reaction might be for over an hour when he decided that there was probably no solution to this "problem" and he would have to wait and see.

Shortly after midnight, the lord carried his little darling to his private bedroom.