Harry had held his hands out, spread invitingly. He had smiled, twinkled his green eyes so perfectly, that even the master of emotions could not sense what was later found to be lieing within.
He didn't know how long he had spent around the boy before he allowed himself to acknowledge, to either of them, that he was no longer feeling platonic about his new partner in dark-lording.
His death eaters had tried to warn him about the changes, that the boy was still being puppeteered by Dumbledore, that he was being wrapped around the boy's pinkie and brought to his knees.
He should have listened.
He would later regret having let the boy in, regret allowing himself to be manipulated so. Then again, it wasn't the first time he had been manipulated to change so drastically.
And the boy had been taught by the master of manipulation.
He had Smiled as he dropped the bag of destroyed hocruxes at Dumbledore's feet, turned back to face the Lord, and smirked.
In that moment, Tom