*Wrote this story when I was thirteen, right after a rough patch in my life, and uploaded it a couple years later. Pretty crappy. Do not read if homophobic or easily disturbed.*
Tom Pov: I'm staring at Potters house wishing i could kill him then and...
Tom POV: My cute little mate was disappearing and reappearing in my lap and every time he returned Harry had purple bruises, new ones. Where are these coming from?! His body starts heating up and it reaches the point where not even I can touch him. The lights go out in the manor infirmary and an orange glow radiates from Harry. That's when I hear him chanting. The words are faint at first but eventually become audible. "Child of the setting sun Beat and tortured just for fun Dawn-light has returned at last Rise Phoenix rise against the past" Flame surrounds my mate and blinding light dulls the senses of me and the others. When we look back to the charcoals a sight awaits. There splayed in the ashes is a Phoenix. This Phoenix is different he's red, blue, black, silver and gold. I snap out of my trance and rush to my mate. "He has a pulse, he's alive" I say at last. * time backtrack brought to you by online school* Harry POV: I feel myself laying on someone's lap and I relationship that I'm trapped in my mind. Vernon isn't here, my mind is trying to help me conquer my demons and transform into the same Phoenix I saw in the mirror. I will do it for Uncle Rodo, he just got me back and I won't let Him loose me again. I will also do it for Tom, the beautiful mate I might not be able to be with if I don't try. "For my Family!" Without uttering another word I run into the flames and if I'm right I'm running towards my home.
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