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Harry Potter honestly couldn’t tell you the last time he had a good time out.
It seemed as though everything was always destined to fall apart. Just last Wednesday he had been out at some club or another with Ron and Hermione and they had ended up with food poisoning. Or the time before when the three of them had been out with Ginny and her boyfriend Dean, they had gone to this outdoor concert and they ended up soaking wet due to a freak storm.
But Harry was still optimistic, he was sure tonight would be better.
Tonight he was heading out with Ginny and Luna to a club. The club, the Ballroom, was very popular and Harry was very excited to go. So excited in fact that he actually got dressed up.
Harry put on a black button up and some tight leather pants rather than his usual sweats combo. He then grabbed the harness he had got as a birthday present and made his way to the door, making sure to be quiet so he could get out without his godfather's notice.
Harry’s parents had died when he was young in a car crash but luckily his godfather had been there to take him in. He was especially thankful when he heard that if Sirius hadn’t been there to take him in he would have gone to his aunt and uncle who were very homophobic.
Unfortunately though because of this he had a tendency to be overprotective. Which subsequently led to a curfew that Harry was currently breaking.
Once Harry was out the door he slowly made his way to the bus stop. He was about halfway to the stop when he heard a commotion down an alley just up ahead. He paused wanting to hear what was happening before approaching.
There were a lot of shuffling sounds and voices, one of which was very muffled. Though Harry still couldn’t hear most of what was going on though he did catch a few words.
“This was your las-“ a deep voice said only to be cut off by more muffled voices.
“Shut up” another voice hissed a bit louder. There were again more muffled voices.
At this point Harry was getting a bit worried, said worry was thrown off the charts when he heard a loud BANG, it sounded like a gunshot.
Harry, being scared when the gunshot went off let out a high-pitched scream of terror which caused all the noise in the alley to just suddenly go silent. He heard some scuffling and then suddenly there was a man standing in front of him with a gun pointed to his face.
Harry’s heart was hammering, scared beyond his wits. As the man looked at him his eyes widened almost as if in recognition. He then turned slightly to another man standing next to him, all the while keeping his gun trained on a terrified Harry.
The man with the gun on him mumbled something to the guy to his left, Harry couldn't hear it.
After a few exchanged words and a few nods the man to the left shot forward grabbing Harry with two strong arms. He struggled in his captors arms trying to get free when suddenly there was a cloth being held to his face which caused him to fall into darkness.
Rodolphus couldn’t believe his luck. Him and his brother Rabastan had been out dealing with that fucking snitch Karkaroff for the boss when some kid heard it happen. But by some sort of miracle the kid happened to be Him , the boy the boss had had his eye on for far too long.
Rodolphus picked up the boy he had just chloroformed, threw him over his shoulder and made his way with his brother to the car. Plopping the boy in the back they headed over to the dark mark the bosses new club and subsequent new base of operations.
Watching the boy in the rearview mirror while also keeping an eye on the road, his thoughts were interrupted by Rabastan.
“I can’t believe we found him” Rodolphus could hear the proud smile in his voice “the boss is going to be so happy, two wins in one night. Plus I had a bet going with Bella on who would grab him first.”
“But I was the one who grabbed him”
“Yes and you're my brother so that counts as me grabbing him too.”
“Couldn’t the same be said for Bella though since she’s my wife” Rodolphus said with a snicker.
Rabastan got a small scowl at that “No, nuh uh uh we claimed teams and I got you on my team so Ha! I win!”
“Well i suppose good on you then” He sighed out “Not like it really matters who cached him anyways, all that's important is that the boss will stop moping..and yelling… and throwing things, hopefully”
His brother laughed “Oh yeah, didn’t he through a vase at Lucius at the last lieutenant meeting”
The boss had been all riled up lately. It had started when another gang, the Hallows, had started to encroach on their territory and had gotten worse when Grindelwald, the leader of the Hallows, wouldn't leave even after finding all his scouts in body bags. They had thought the waters would calm down somewhat when the boss had spotted a boy at one of his clubs that seemed to catch his fancy.
They assumed that the boss would fuck the boy, feel a bit better, than deal with the Grindelwald situation with a level head. Unfortunately they were wrong, a few minutes after the boss spotted him the boy ran out in a huff. The Boss being the obsessive man that he is had apparently already decided that the boy was his. His to hold, his to fuck, and his to keep. He had also expressed said desire to the boy causing him to flee as fast as he could.
Rodolphus honestly couldn’t blame the kid, if some intimidating man had come up to him at that age claiming that he was his, he would have hightailed it right out of there in two seconds flat. Not that he would ever express such feelling to the boss, he would surely be skinned alive.
After the boy’s dastardly flee from the club, the boss had decided to let him go saying that he was sure he had at least made the boy curious, he believed that the boy would come back in the coming days. Unfortunately they would never know if such would have come to pass, as not even a day later the club had to be shut down. The feds had connected the Manor, their old club to their gang’s illegal activity leading to shut down being the only available option to save face.
After they were back on their feet, even though it was now a month later the boss let them know that he was going to find his boy. Though this declaration led to many problems as they lived in London and finding a boy they had only seen once and didn't know the name of was practically impossible.
It had been three months and the boss was fed up they had been told to keep an eye out and if they found him not to even bother with nicity’s, simply grab him and bring him to the boss.
Well now they had him.
As they arrived at the Dark Mark they pulled into the staff private parking lot. They got out of the car, Rabastan grabbing the boy this time. They made their way into the club through the back hearing the beating sounds of the loud music, then stopped outside the boss’s door pausing to knock.
Tom Riddle had had a hard day. It had started with Grindelwald, annoyingly sending a hit man after him, though that was easily dealt with, with a bullet to the man’s head. Then the construction company working on his next venture had tried to back out which was also easily dealt with with a few threats but again still an annoyance. And finally to top off an already bad day Karkaroff had tried to snitch to the police, of course all the while they had yet to find his boy.
When Tom had seen the cute little thing in the flashing lights of his old club, out on the dance floor with two obvious friends. He had been entranced, the way the lights danced on his ebony hair and ivory skin and when he approached closer he could see his boy's eyes were glowing emeralds.
He had been obsessed ever since and had craved the little dove. And when Tom Riddle wanted something he got it.
He was then startled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door.
With a quick “come in” the door opened to reveal two of his lieutenants, one of which he was shocked to realize was carrying the object of his thoughts and affections in his arms.
Tom rushed from his desk at the sight of his dove, not even addressing the brothers, simply grabbing his boy and waving them out as an afterthought. He didn't even register the door slamming close on their way out, too concerned with his boy.
He couldn’t believe it after all these months looking he had the boy who held his affections in his arms, his sweet boy. He pulled the boy even tighter to his chest when he heard some cute snores leave his dove and made his way over to the armchair in the far side of the office. Sitting down with the boy in his lap Tom felt a sense of peace envelop him, making him calmer than he had been in months.
Looking down at the beautiful boy that was now all his or at least was soon to be, he promised to cherish him for all of eternity. After all he was his and Tom Riddle took good care of his things.
As the boy started to stir in his sleep slowly waking up Tom pulled him even closer.
As Harry started to wake up he felt very odd, and soon realized he was very decidedly not in his bed. He was curled up in a ball with his head leaning against something that was definitely not a pillow. Slowly opening his eyes to a dim room the first thing he saw was another pair of eyes.
Harry screamed jumping out of what he now realized was the owner of the eyes lap. He stumbled across the room only stopping when he bumped into a big desk, all the while the man just looked at him calmly with a slight smile.
Looking at the man now Harry was sure he had seen him before he looked very familiar.
“Who are you?!” Harry yelled out terrified and shaking, after all it wasn’t every day you wake up in a stranger's lap in an unfamiliar room. “What do you want with me?!”
“Now, now, calm down, it’s ok” the man had the audacity to say in a soothing voice. Much to Harry’s annoyance the words actually did help calm him down somewhat, helping with the shaking
“Calm down. Calm down! Really! You just kidnapped me and you ask me to fucking calm down! How insane are you!”
The man got a menacing air at that. Harry shrunk in on himself remembering the men who had grabbed him had had a gun. The man noticing Harry's terror seemed to visibly try to calm himself down.
“it's okay” the man said “no need to be scared I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to have a little chat”
The man gestured to the seat beside him, silently ordering him to sit there. Harry cautiously made his way over making sure to keep a steady watch on the other man.
“Do you remember me? be honest” He asked, the last part was that with a hard edge.
“You look familiar” Harry stammered out “I feel sure I have met or at least seen you before but I can’t remember when”
“Good, that’s good.” he said with a pleased smile” We met at a club, the Manor, do you remember?”
Harry then realized where he knew him from “you're the guy who said the creepy shit!”
The man stood up at this, looming over him “Darling I was simply telling you the truth, you are mine”
“I’m nobody’s I’m my own person you fucker!”
“MINE!” the Man growled out, snatching him up pulling Harry down with him into his chair.
Harry tried to struggle against the bigger man but it was no use, the man just held him tighter and pinned his hands behind his back with one hand.
“You need to calm down darling” he said in a slightly calmer voice but with a warning edge causing Harry to realize the gravity of this moment. He stopped struggling so much. “Why don’t we start over. My name is Tom Riddle”
Harry froze at the name. Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle! He was the leader of the Death Eaters, the most prolific gang in London and now he had claimed Harry as his.
Harry started to tremble.
“Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh, calm down darling it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you”
Harry started crying. He didn't understand how he got into this mess but he was scared. He was startled out of his tears when he felt light butterfly kisses falling over his face.
“My Dove, don’t cry, it’s ok. I’m here to kiss away your tears not cause them” he said with a soft look. He let his fingers tangle gently in Harry’s hair and pulled him towards his chest having him lay there. “Now darling I never catched your name, would you mind sharing?”
“My…My names Harry” he said, uncertain not knowing if this was the right choice.
Tom seemed to get a resolved look at that “My…Harry, I have wanted you since I first lay eyes on you and I will go to heaven and hell for you if that’s what you need, after all I take care of what is mine”
Harry could feel the weight of the words and they scared him but underneath the fear there was a part of him that felt so good at those words.