You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song Bad To The Bone created by George Thorogood.

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Harry picked up the daily prophet, he chuckled.

'THE BOY WHO LIVED ALIVE AND LOVERS WITH HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED???'

"Tom!" He called out, the man poked his head through the doorway.

"Hm?" Harry showed him the paper, the man grinned.

"How very predictable."

"Yeah. We should go to breakfast, I haven't seen my friends in a while."

"Alright, love. Let's go." Tom and Harry walked down to the dining room where Fred, George, and Monty were looking at the newspaper. The twins sniggered as Monty handed them a small bag of coins. The two wizards sat down next to them,

"What was that about?" The emerald eyed wizard asked,

"We made a bet..." George said,

"About what the heading would be." Fred finished,

"And Monty lost?"

"Yes." The vampire grumbled,

"Ahh. Harry and I bet, we both won." The twins grinned at them, then waved goodbye and walked away. Harry patted Monty's shoulder in comfort, he started to eat.

Harry? Tom hissed,

Yes?

What have you been doing for the past two years? I'm just curious.

Painting. Reading. That's about it.

Really?

Yeah. Boring. I know. Harry drank the rest of his tea,

You need to show me your paintings. Monty shuddered at the eerie sibilant hisses,

Ok. Come on. He stood up and together, they walked to his room. Harry opened the door and let Tom in. The man admired the beautiful art for a minute, his eyes landed on something that intrigued him.

"You painted a picture of me?" He asked softly,

"Yes. I didn't want to forget you." Tom smiled at him. Harry's head hung low as he awkwardly stared at his feet. The dark lord quickly walked up to him and brought his chin up with a pale hand.

"It's beautiful. You are a great artist." The boy flushed, his cheekbones tinted with pink.

"Thank you." Tom lent forward and pressed a painfully gentle kiss on his cheek. Harry kissed his cheek back,

"Where do you paint?" The emerald eyes wizard smiled and opened his window, he crawled out on the roof. "What are you doing?!" The dark lord cried,

"Come up, it's safe." Harry reassured and offered him a hand. Tom sighed and climbed out, he admired the scenery.

"Wow... this is nice."

"Yeah. I liked to sit out here when I'm stressed or miss you." The dark lord smiled at him, it was the smile that only he saw. Harry was going to say something, but his door opened.

"Harry? Are you here?" It was Draco, the boy peeked his head into his room,

"Hullo."

"What are you doing on your roof?"

"Talking with Tom." He replied, Draco flinched.

"Oh. I was just bored. I'll go now, bye." He hurried out of Harry's room. The raven haired boy sighed, everyone ran from him when he was with his love. The dark lord frowned,

"What's wrong?" He questioned,

"It's nothing, this is just overwhelming to have you back."

"Is there anything else?" Harry nodded hesitantly, knowing he could tell Tom everything.

"Kind of. All of my friends cower at the sight of you. I know you're supposed to be all scary and cruel."

"You're also scary and cruel at times, yet they aren't afraid of you. Why is that?" Harry brought his knees to his chest,

"I don't know."

"You have to know."

"But I don't. I'm just not as intimidating as you are. Maybe more approachable."

"Oh, well I am a dark lord. One that's been killing for years." Harry moved until their shoulders were touching,

"I don't care about that." Tom's eyes glimmered,

"Good." Relief was clear in his voice, the boy laid down. The dark lord gave him a curious look, but followed his example. They both just stayed there, in the warmth of the sun. "Harry, we need to go inside." Tom said, the wizard just stretched out,

"But why? It's so nice." The dark lord nodded,

"It is, but I have a job for you." He perked up,

"Really? What?" Harry asked eagerly, this made Tom grin.

"I want you to paint a magnificent picture that can hang in our room." The boy frowned,

"I don't have any paint left."

"Then you shall go buy some."

"Alright. What were you thinking of?"

"Surprise me."

"Oh, I will." Harry purred, Tom smirked and sat up.

"Go buy the damn paint." The boy nodded, he climbed back in his room and changed.

"I can feel you watching me, Tom." Harry turned his head, he smiled innocently and watched as Tom crawled down.

"I just can't help myself. Things of beauty deserve to be looked at." The boy shook his head in amusement. He put his wand in its holster, found a bag with coins in it, and found Akkarin. The dark lord watched as he ran around his room for something else.

"What are you searching for?" Harry smiled as he pulled two things from his nightstand drawer. The boy put on a necklace and a ring. "Where did you get those?" There was a flare of jealousy in his voice,

"They are presents from Lucius and Charlie."

"Why are they giving you jewelry?"

"I got them for my birthday last year.  Charlie trains dragons for a living and Lucius was making sure I'm safe. It had wards."

"When did you start calling him Lucius? I'm just curious." The jealousy was gone.

"I'm not sure, probably when the Malfoys accepted me as their family."

"Alright. Go buy that paint now." Harry  flashed him a fragile smile, waved, then appearted away. He landed in knockturn alley, immediately pulling his hood up. The emerald eyed wizard walked to an art shop. He opened the door and pulled his hood down, glad that there were no customers. Harry walked around for a while, picking up tubes of paint on the way. The boy jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, there stood a middle aged man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Not planning on stealing anything, are you?" Harry's eyebrow cocked, Akkarin hissed and the man removed his hand quickly.

"Of course not." He replied and stroked Akkarin's head to soothe him.

"Feisty little beast you got there, eh? That thing almost bit me."

"You're lucky Akkarin didn't. You would be dead in about 20 minutes." Harry retorted without looking back, the man mumbled something.

"You named it? Well ok. Tell me if you need anything." There was a pause, "You look a lot like someone. I can't remember his name."

"Cool." Harry set the paints down and took out the bag, he paid the man and picked up the materials. He turned, the shop owner snapped his fingers.

"That's it! You look like the twin of Harry Potter. But the evil version."

"Oh trust me, Harry Potter is definitely evil. He's bad to the bone."

"How would you know that?"

"I... know him." The boy answered carefully,

"Really?"

"Yeah." Harry stopped in the doorway, "I lied. I am Harry Potter." He apperated with sharp crack, leaving the man stunned.

A/N: Hi! Did you like the chapter? Does anyone want more? I wanted to thank That-Punkrock-Chick for helping me with this chapter.