Title: Running Away

Summary: Strong, darkish, HOT, Harry!! It's time to get rid of this pitiful Gryffindor mask, and become the Slytherin I was supposed to be. This is the re-write!! WARNING SLASH HPTR.

Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings, swearing, violence, Evil! Slytherin! Harry!

Pairings: HP/TMR ??

Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!

Previously: Instantly Thomas's wand flicks into his hand a red light emerging from the tip, making Harry fly backwards into a nearby brick wall; Thomas's tongue darts quickly over his lips wetting them in anticipation.

"No longer is this going to happen; today you will tell me all your secrets and if you don't..." Thomas's smirks evilly at Harry.

"I'll rape your mind until I'm...satisfied."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Thomas,' Harry hisses in anger from his spot on the floor. "You are the one who has been visiting me! Not the other way around."

"And pfffft as if you need anyone to push you into fucking killing anyone YOUR VOLDEMORT!" A hysterical laugh bellows out of Harry.

He watches as Thomas's eyes widen first in suspicion and then anger, nodding slowly a laugh escapes Harry's lips once more.

"Oh yes..." He smirks up at Thomas. "I know all about Voldemort and your followers, very funny by the way about the whole "pure-bloods are the best la de da" when YOU, yourself are only a half-blood."

An angry hiss makes it way out of Thomas and instantly he is in front of Harry; his hands striking out like a snake grabbing at Harry's neck and squeezing roughly.

"How exactly do I know you from the year 1997?" Thomas asks fiercely magic enforcing his question; he bends down so that he and Harry's noses are just touching.

Looking up through his eyelashes Harry breathes out slowly, shivering under Thomas's touch.

"I was forced into a life I didn't want, made to fight in a war and later kill a man who I respected above all others; I never hated him, not even for killing my parents" Harry whispers sadly. "Later as Dumbledore confided in me for the first time, things that I by right deserved to know; I fully decided I was against the light as they had all but forced me to participate rather than give me a choice."

By this stage Thomas was listening intently to Harry's story, the hand he had been choking Harry with was now down by his side.

"And then there's the fact that I pleaded with Dumbledore on more than three occasions not to send me back to The Dursley's, even after I explained their treatment; he refused."

"What treatment, who exactly are The Dursley's?" Thomas asks softly his hand lifting and slowly brushes a bang out of Harry's face. "Who was the man?"

"The Dursley's are my muggle relatives, they beat me." Harry says simply.

"The first memory of the man I have is where he murders my mother, she was pleading with him to spare me and kill her instead and he did so and then after that all I remember is a single green light."

"The killing curse!" Thomas whispers in shock. "How are you alive?"

"The curse rebounded and killed the man's body, but he was still alive; sort of in a spirit form, he fled and wasn't heard of for the next ten years."

Thomas's green eyes widened in horror, he stumbles backwards moving away from Harry.

"You're a Hocrux.."

"WHAT?" Harry looks fearfully back at Thomas.

"It makes perfect sense..." Thomas mutters to himself. "The visions on both our sides, it's a connection..."

"You're a Hocrux...my Hocrux aren't you Harry?"