Harry James Potter The Beauty You Are!

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Kissing on a swing! Kissing on a swing!!

The afternoon sun was just starting to set.

He was the last one left at the park as usual. Every other teenager or group had left long ago for dinner and cool air conditioning.

Harry didn't want to return to the Dursleys. Even though his stomach was growling something fierce, it wouldn't have mattered. They wouldn't give him enough food to help the ache in his stomach so for now, he was happier being away from them instead of easing his ever-present hunger. 

He sat on the swing and watched the cars as they passed on the road far away on the other side of the field. There was nothing else to do other than that. Dumbledore had forbidden him from leaving the safety of the Dursleys in case Voldemort or his death eaters tried to attack.

"Yeah, right," He thought. "The only thing I am safe of is a full meal."

A few moments later, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as a presence came up from behind him. Before he could turn his head, he felt two hands grab the chains next to his head, pull back and then let go as the same hands pushed him forward.

"Hey-" was all Harry said as he started swinging. The same hands appeared on his back again as he swung backward to push him.

He started to turn his head around when a familiar voice he had not heard in several years said "Don't look. It's the only way I can speak to you."

Harry did not know what to do. It felt too surreal: Tom Riddle pushing him on a swing in the middle of the summer in a muggle neighborhood. At least he thought it was Tom Riddle. He didn’t sound as high-pitched and… horrible as Voldemort. What would he look like if he turned around? Would he see a handsome youthful face or one of a deformed snake-human hybrid that haunts his nightmares? 

“Don’t overthink it,” Tom said after a moment of silence. “You’ll just stress yourself out.”

“Okay, make it simple then. How are you here?” 

“You.” So simple an answer that explained nothing. 

“Me? I don’t want you here. Go away.” Harry dug his feet into the ground to stop the swing. 

Strong and strangely wet hands grabbed his head preventing him from turning around. “If you look I’ll leave.”

“Yeah, that is the whole point,” Harry snarled. 

“Who would talk to you then?” Tom pointed out. “Your relatives? Your neighbors? They all hate you.”

“You hate me.”

“No, I don’t. He hates you.” The hands became gentle as Harry stopped trying to turn around.

“Lord Voldemort is my past present and future,” Harry quoted.  “You two are one and the same.”

“Not today.” There was a strange tone in Tom’s voice. 

Harry thought Tom was playing some elaborate joke on him, but he was willing to play along for now. “What do you want then?”  

“To help you, for something in return.” 

Again, Harry grew irritated. “Oh no. I know how this goes. You are not doing to me what you did to Ginny.”

To Harry’s annoyance, Tom laughed. “I can’t. Not you, and maybe not anyone ever again. But I can get the next best thing.” Tom's right hand moved so out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he could see it dripping in ink before it brushed the bottom part of his lip. 

“I still have an instinct to take your soul even though I can’t. It’s beyond my reach now. I want instead … is your first kiss.” 

The words made Harry freeze with shock and embarrassment. “My what?” 

“You heard me.” Harry could just hear the grin forming on Tom’s face as he spoke. “ It means something to you, so it’s everything to me. I’ll help you get out of this horrid little town and away from your relatives. No one will be hurt. It will be totally painless, Harry. You might even look back on this moment fondly.”

“You’re joking,” Harry said uncertainly. 

“I’m completely serious, Harry. Or were you saving your lips for someone special? Had anyone in mind?”

“No, it’s just… why?”

“Because it means something to you, and you’ll always remember it was me who took it from you. That is all.” Hands moved so they covered Harry’s eyes. He could feel the ink dripping down his cheeks now. “Aren’t you hungry, Harry? Don’t you want something to eat? Or maybe you are more starved for affection. I can give that to you instead… Just say yes and I will help you.”

Harry was silent for a moment, his stomach and heart aching with hunger. “No one will get hurt?”

“No one will get hurt,” Tom promised. 

“...Okay.”

Tom smiled, “Remember. Keep your pretty eyes closed.” His hands left Harry’s face only for a moment as Tom walked around to face Harry. As promised, Harry kept his eyes closed and when he felt Tom’s hands touch his face again it was gentle as he tilted his face up towards him. 

Ink dripped onto Harry’s face, down his neck, and soaked his shirt. He could feel a cold breath on him before even colder lips pressed against his. They were surprisingly gentle and made Harry’s heart race at the feeling. The kiss was chaste at first, and Harry thought it wasn’t so bad until Tom deepened the kiss and a familiar taste of ink entered his mouth. 

Harry didn’t know what to do. Tom’s tongue was inside him and tasted stranger than what he would imagine a first kiss would be. But Harry kept his hands tight on the swing so he wouldn’t be tempted to fight. 

When it was over, Harry didn’t think he would ever look at a quill the same again without thinking of Tom. When he was brave enough to open his eyes again, he was alone, but the ink remained. 

Walking home was a challenge with how dazed he was, but his relatives did not comment on his appearance when he walked through their doors. It was like they couldn’t see the ink on him at all, and Harry knew his aunt would have something to say about his appearance. 

Before he had a chance to wash it off, Remus and the Order appeared to take him away, but they did not comment about the mess on him either. In just a few hours, he was sitting with his friends and Sirius eating a fabulous dinner made by Mrs. Weasley with Tom’s voice echoing in his head “Because it means something to you, and you’ll always remember it was me who took it from you.”

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Mermaid AU but Tom was the one who caused the ship to sink and he is not there to save Harry, but to keep him.

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do you think voldemort spent several years going around being all 'the T is silent' before just giving up?

There isn’t enough Tom raises Harry Au out there

Cursed idea: The Little Mermaid AU with Lily Luna as Ariel and Voldemort using her to get not only the King's trident, but Harry as well.