How to Prevent a War

Secret No More

The room was bathed in utter silence as Harry and Tom stared at each other. The only sound was their harsh breathing. For the first time since his arrival in the past, Harry could see complete, unguarded surprise written all over the young Dark Lord's face. His wand arm was still raised, but it was trembling slightly. Even though his head was pounding like mad from the mind attack, Harry smiled grimly as he saw the fear in those dark eyes.

"...You're from the future?" Tom asked shocked.

He lowered his wand and stepped up to Harry, grasping his chin and raising his head. Harry winced at the movement as it made his headache worsen. He tried to back up, but he was already pinned against the wall and couldn't escape Tom's grip.

"That's why you hate me, isn't it? Not for what I did, but what I will do."

"Don't touch me," Harry whispered, turning his head away.

Tom ignored him and gripped his chin tighter, forcing him to look up at him into cold, dark blue eyes. The green eyed wizard swallowed nervously and pressed himself harder against the wall. This had the opposite effect as Tom just pressed closer, caging Harry in further.

"What is it that I'll do, Harry? Why is it so important that I'm stopped?"

"I said don't touch me!"

With more force than Harry knew he had in him, he pushed Tom away from him, making the taller teen stagger a bit before he regained his balance and raised his wand again. With a dark glint in his eyes, Tom also raised Harry's own wand, making the time traveling hero tense up.

"Don't be such a girl Harry," he drawled casually.
"It's not like I raped you or anything. Besides..."

He smirked and pocketed both wands before stepping up to Harry and grasping his chin. With a smug expression, he brushed his lips against Harry's jaw, slowly dragging them over the other's tan skin until they rested against the shell of his ear.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself too," he whispered.

Harry shivered visibly and his hands came up to grasp Tom's shoulders. The taller teen smirked against his skin before pulling away. He observed Harry's flustered appearance with a smugness that made Harry frown and sat down on one of the school desks.

"Will I try to kill you?" he asked quietly.
"You have a curse scar linked to me and you claim to have survived the killing curse."

"I never said that," Harry muttered uselessly.

Tom's expression darkened and he glared at him.

"Don't ever lie to me Harry," he spoke dangerously.
"You called me Dark Lord and Voldemort before, both are my aliases but I've been careful to make sure only my followers know of them. That you know them either means you were a follower – which I doubt because your scar is old enough to fit the story that you got it as a baby – or the name became famous. Am I famous in the future Harry? Do I rule wizarding Britain?"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Harry replied bitterly.

His green eyes bore into Tom's dark blue ones, burning with hatred and humiliation. The Avada Kedavra curse lying in them seemed to come alive and tried to strike at the teenage Dark Lord.

"No? Then tell me," Tom demanded coldly.
"You're trying to stop me from becoming something you don't like. You blame me for the deaths of many people – you said yourself that killing me would save hundreds of lives. You have nightmares nearly every night. You mutter things about a certain Cedric. Most of our roommates have already concluded that he is your ex-boyfriend."