Light in Darkness.

Home for The Holidays

A/N-this chapter is very early and if you didn't know it is because Robbie Coltrane actor who played Hargid has passed away today at 72. Despite being a Slytherin Hargid was one of my favorite characters and Coltrane will be missed by fans like me. -WJ

Harry rode the train by himself Draco, Pansy, and Blaise were all going home by floo, something most purebloods did. Luna was staying at Hogwarts, she was going to stay to look into the Stone while the others looked in their respective homes.

When Harry had finished all his Potions work for the year and almost had Defense's 16th chapter done when the train stopped and all the students started to find their families. It made Harry sad for a moment but then he saw Remus that sadness was replaced with joy. "Moony!" Harry said hugging him. 

"Hi, cub ready to head home?" Remus asked Harry nodded excitedly. "Good, Tom's finally been warming up to you, he's been asking when'll get home."

Harry didn't say anything and he didn't mention the letter he sent Tom. They apperated not to far from Gaunt Manor, just like Hogwarts you couldn't get right inside. Harry ran through the hallway in his socks on the hardwood floors, happy to be home and act like a kid. He unpacked and went off to find Tom. 

After searching for Merlin knows how long without luck Harry knocked on the door to the second master bedroom. And Tom opened it in dark green silk pjs and a Mars Bars in hand. "Ah, Potter you're home." Tom said.

"Yeah you said you'd talk to me about the Dark Lord when I got here?" Harry said.

"And while that remains true and I shall speak to you, today would not be the best day as I am currently dying." Tom grumbled.

"What happened. Are you okay?" Harry asked growing concerned. 

"Yes, Potter." Tom said with a small smirk, the boy cared. "It comes and goes. I'll be fine."

"Can I stay?" Harry asked. "I know you're sick but you remind me of this potion Snape had. It's comforting." When the Dark Lord didn't say anything Harry continued. "I'll be quite I promise."

"Fine." Tom said, it worked out for him well enough he could feed off of Harry's magic and maybe figure out why the boy was interested in the Stone.

"Great!" Harry said walking into the room and closing the door. He plopped down on a small couch and opened the book he was reading. "What are you sick with?" He asked after a bit.

Tom shrugged. "Potter-" He stopped this was a touchy subject best not use formalities. "Harry why are you so interested in the Dark Lord? After everything he's done." 

Harry grinned. "Let me ask you a question first."

Tom waited and watched the boy with dark eyes.