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Harry rushed out of the bathroom in his green and silver pajamas, they were required so that the teachers could pick out who was from which house. The pants were still really long on him for being Dudley’s not even 4 years ago. Anyways while Harry was running to the dorms he could slightly hear footsteps and they were very close to the hallway Harry currently was in. Harry got to the portrait of entrance and said the password, Lily. -snape made the passwords for the slytherin’s dorm room.- Hopping into bed he could hear somebody else open the entrance. Snape or whoever was opening every curtain and checking if a child was there and asleep. Harry calmed down his breathing enough to seem like he was asleep, Harry’s curtain flew open.
It was Snape’s face checking in, and he seemed pleased enough with Harry’s acting as if he was asleep. His curtain was closed as soon as Snape checked off his name on the list. Harry almost squealed as somebody’s hand touched his back. It was Tom. Harry almost cursed at him when he shocked him with his now deadly cold hands. Tom chuckled and Harry noticed that Tom was stuck halfway underneath the mattress and under Harry. Harry scooted to the side so he wasn’t crushing Tom, though he didn’t think he could even if Tom was alive. He was only 65 pounds, sure Hogwarts gave him some of the food he needed but it wasn’t enough.
Tom just went above Harry and floated above him maybe 6 inches away from his face. Harry was confused until this jerk landed on top of him and added so much weight to himself. He felt like Tom was at least a ton worth of weight. Harry knew how heavy Tom should have been and this was not it. Harry was glad that he had the bottom bunk or otherwise the person underneath him would have had a very disappointing death. Harry’s entire body was pressed into it, so that half of Harry was above the mattress and the other part was below. It didn’t hurt, but it just felt like an uneven weight on top of him. Tom had pretended to fall asleep on top of Harry.
His face was very close to Harry’s and he could hear Tom breathing very calmly next to his ear. He was really good at acting, or he was actually asleep. Though Harry didn’t think ghosts could actually sleep, but that was his muggle understanding of it. Which wouldn’t be all that great knowing what the Dursley’s beliefs were and that they didn’t like Harry having anything at all. Harry’s heart was basically sounding like the loudest drum in the whole world and that’s when Tom went limp on top of him. Harry didn’t know what to do! This is maybe his only person interaction and it was with a ghost. A GHOST!
Tom was still heavy and was now wrapping his limbs around Harry like a red garter snake. Legs and arms all around him and never giving any resistance. Harry will never admit this to Tom, but he liked this. He was so tired now. He held Tom even if his hands were falling through him so slowly, he then fell asleep. Tiredly he forgot to take his glasses off.
In the morning, Harry was expecting to see nobody there, but Tom was still on top of him. He was so,so,so lucky that today it was Saturday and nobody was up to check on Harry. Harry’s hands had sunk under Tom’s skin and Tom himself had sunk into Harry the tiniest bit. Apparently ghosts could sleep. Harry decided to just fall back asleep and enjoy having a friend he could take wherever.
Then he realized that he had extra classes with Snape today. Even though he was in slytherin he was absolute shit at potions. Tom was no way in hell moving, but he really didn’t wanna be late to the classes that Snape had offered so very kindly. Also known as forcing Harry into it so he didn’t drag everyone else's grade down.
He decided to do the most Harry thing he has ever done. He shot straight up, and he was out of Tom’s grip, who was now fumbling around looking for Harry as if someone had stolen him. Which was half true, Harry didn’t wanna go, but if he didn’t then he would have detentions for a full day. Harry started getting out of his bed, and Tom looked at him with such sadness or well anger?
Harry didn’t know how to explain it he just looked distrusted. Like if Harry had just kicked a dog.
“Look, I’m sorry Tom I just remembered that I have an extra class today and I am fully sorrowful,” Harry quickly apologized pulling on his robes.
“Why are you apologizing, I understand plus no one can see me or hear me, so I can come with and help you,” Tom said while lifting himself off Harry’s bed.
“Alright, so are you gonna follow me there?” Harry questioned, “Or are you gonna walk next to me?”
Tom didn’t say anything and let Harry start walking, but Harry kind of wished he said what his answer was. Just to hear that lovely voice of his. He walked in the halls a little quicker than usual. He knew why Snape liked these lessons so much, they were like his therapy to mostly talk about Lily. Harry sometimes tuned him out when he went on and on about her and his eyes. Harry didn’t see the appeal they were an ugly type of green funnily enough was the same color of the spell that killed his mother. Yes, Harry thought it was funny that her eyes were the same color that killed her. Harry liked dark humor don’t blame him!
Tom hadn’t said anything while they were in the hall, which didn’t help Harry’s nerves at all. Tom always looked so focused when he wasn’t looking at Harry. Harry doesn’t know why, but it sometimes unsettled him like he was a very interesting object in Tom’s sight. When they finally reached Snape classroom, Tom showed signs of recognition. Like he had been there before. Harry wasn’t really surprised, most wizards and witches had gone here. Harry didn’t even know if there were more wizarding schools other than Hogwarts. Tom certainly knew his way around.
Harry opened the door and saw Snape making some gold type of liquid. Tom didn’t show any recognition to Snape at all.
“Ah, Potter you’ve arrived I was about to think you would have been late like your first time” Snape said as if Harry had caught him doing something bad, speaking of which, Snape was trying to hide the golden liquid.
“Hello, sir sorry about being late.” Harry started and never finished as Snape cut him off.
“Completely understandable, you and your mother both have insomnia and if you ever need help with that I can always be your source of sympathy.” Snape finished and well took Harry’s sentence.
“Let’s start shall we? Today I think we’ll start with Draught of peace, you can use it to sleep better.” Snape said.
During Harry’s study session with Snape, Tom helped Harry with some of the things that he was confused about. Harry noticed that Snape actually looked somewhat happy during their study session. He wasn’t wearing a tight scowl. Snape let Harry keep the potion he had made maybe to let him drink it after today. It wasn’t as odd as last saturday when Snape just talked on and on about his mother and how sorry he was that somebody named Sirius Black did this to her.
Anyways after leaving the somewhat pleasant study session with Snape. Harry noticed that Tom was gone. He had been with him for the whole night and half of the morning so it wasn’t surprising. Harry started humming some type of muggle song he didn’t remember what song it was all that he knew is that it was sang by someone named Rick. When he approached his and all of the Slytherin’s dorm he saw the Gryffindor’s Head of house. She was nice to him, even if he wasn’t in her house she let anyone talk to her and very kind. She even asked if he wanted to have tea time with her in his first year when he seemed troubled. Anyways saying the password for his dorm which was “Slughorn”, he then climbed into the common room in which where the Malfoy boy was at.
Draco looked at him for a second normally, and then his eyes got huge when he looked behind Harry. Harry turned around to see nothing except the entrance to the dorms, he looked back and saw Malfoy putting his things back in his bag.
Harry shrugged and walked towards his own mezzanine bedroom. -a mezzanine is like an extra level visible from the floor below that doesn’t cover the whole room-
When he finally got back to his room he shrugged of his robes and his shirt. Getting out his sleeping clothing he put them on nonchalantly and totally unaware of anything and everything going around him. He took his glasses off now being totally blind and could be attacked at any breaching moment. Harry crawled into his bed. He didn’t see Tom there, and probably wouldn’t be able to if he was. He was basically rolled in there like a cat. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Tom’s POV
Tom had been following Hadrin around for a while about for 4 years, he’d met him when Hadrin was 9. Hadrin reminded Tom about bad things in his past, but he had realized that Hadrin was like him. Orphaned when young, abused in a place that should have been safe, and he apparently showed signs of being a horcrux, like himself. He honestly wanted to apologize for all of the times he had scared Hadrin and how many times he had gotten him in trouble with those horrid muggles. It was surprising that Hadrin never had wanted to hurt them with all that annoying pestering and hypocritical things they had done to him.
Also Tom had only guessed Hadrin’s name, but it did seem like he was responding to it. Maybe it was Harold, Hagrid, or something like Harry. Harry sounded like a good name. He’ll continue calling him Hadrin until he corrected him. When they both got to the dorm room they both lurked in, Hadrin opened the door. Tom saw the blond hair boy who always was staring at Hadrin as if he was a piece of meat.He didn’t like that and made himself appear to the blonde and this kid looked like he would know who he was. Just some light scaring to the kid, all in good fun.
When Hadrin looked behind himself he didn’t see Tom, he just saw the brick wall. Tom felt all weird inside when he did this, it wasn’t envy or anger. He didn’t know what it was. He faked this feeling when Slughorn praised him so it must have been a good feeling. He continued following Hadrin to his mezzanine which funnily enough used to be his. He noticed that Hadrin was changing into his bed clothes that didn’t look any less than normal muggle clothes.
Hadrin had taken his glasses off now, so even if he wanted Hadrin to see him he would have to get really close. He didn’t want him to see him for now. He just wanted to watch. Watching and waiting was something he had done for years at boring subjects and people. Though Hadrin was a different story, he was interesting and his voice was always nice, even when shaking in fear. His eyes were very pretty too, they reminded him of a emerald that shone so brightly, but never hurt. Tom was thinking like a niffler now, but instead of shiny things it was all of the good parts he liked of Hadrin. Which was every part in Tom’s opinion.
Hadrin had put his arms out now as if he wanted to hug something or coddle it. Tom would have refused this silent request if it was anybody else, but this was Hadrin. He would never say no to this. Slipping into Hadrin’s arms quite easily and feeling great with his warm body next to his. He fit like a glove with Hadrin. When Tom’s alone he feels so famelicose for Harry, like he was going to die. -If he wasn’t already- He never wanted to be let go, curse Hadrin being a student at the busiest wizarding school in history. Maybe he had an obsession, he couldn’t have one with Hadrin, could he?
He was just really interested in him, on how he ticked and how he could be used. Not in the sexual sense, nor in a business type of way either. He just really wanted him, to the point it was unbearable. Hadrin held Tom a little tighter, it wasn’t like he could feel the pain that would have came from it if he was alive anyways. He scooted backwards and was nuzzled even more into Hadrin. It felt as if he lost all rational sense and could only thing about Hadrin. HadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrinHadrin was the only thing Tom could really thing while being so close to him. Devoid of all other thought.
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Tom didn’t sleep at all while he was held by Hadrin. No thinking was done either if it didn’t circle around him. At some point Hadrin had put his head ontop of Tom’s. This definitely helped Tom with his little plot of things he could do with Hadrin so near to him. He really wanted to just take Hadrin away from everything and everyone. He wanted to keep Hadrin happy though. He never wanted to see him cry, unless it was for him. Only for him.
Hadrin was holding onto him as if he would lose him if he would let go, but Tom would never leave him. Plus if he did he was probably only a few feet away. Tom saw that Hadrin was crying and shook him trying to wake him to ask him what was wrong or who had made him cry and he would kill in a moments notice if he ever found out who they were. Hadrin’s eyes opened, his emerald green eyes brimmed with salty tears. Tom made sure Hadrin could see him before he started shaking him, and started clinging onto him.
“Hadrin, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Who hurt you? Are you scared?” Tom asked in a very worried tone. Hadrin just looked so hurt in that moment that he would kill anyone for Hadrin in that moment. -he would do it whenever Hadrin wanted it no matter the time-
Hadrin sniffled and put his head in Tom’s chest. Tom now felt so angry, and so warm at the same time. He put his hand on Hadrin’s back and rubbed out all of the kinks and pain Hadrin was having. He was doing this to soothe him enough to continue talking to him. Hadrin’s breathing calmed down enough that it wasn’t at an alarming speed
“I-it was a-about my parents,” Hadrin cried into Tom’s shoulder, “They were killed over and -nd over again”
Tom softened at Hadrin again, his teary face all red. Tom knew how Hadrin’s ideas were about his parents, Tom is going to be blaming this to Dumbledore. Dumbledore made sure that they seemed like the best people in the world and had never done anything wrong, much like the rest of the people on his team, The Order of The Phoenix. Dumbledore thought nobody knew of it, but Tom wasn’t that dumb and he’d been stuck in an object for almost 5 decades. He had been given to a squib of all things.
“Shhh.. its okay Hadrin, remember they’re in a better place now,” Tom comforted, “They probably miss you dearly”
“They- They were screaming so loudly, they looked like they were in so much pain, I want to help them.” Hadrin said
“I know you do, but it’s all in the past, you can’t fix it and I’m sorry,” Tom said to try to get Hadrin to stop crying.
“Why did Voldemort kill them? Why? What did they do to him? If he wanted to kill me why didn’t he? He didn’t have to take their lives. It wasn’t their fault, not their fault, not their fault, not their fault.”Hadrin rambled on.
Voldemort was the name he took when he got into Hogwarts and realized that he must have killed Hadrin’s parents. How could have he? To bring him all this pain that no child should have to experience, to put him in a house that hated him, to let him be abused everyday. It was all Tom at fault. Tom started crying onto Hadrin. He had given him the same childhood Tom wanted to stop happening around in the wizarding world.