A/N: Hey thanks for the feedback, you know how I hate only having one chapter up so here's chapter two, I hope you enjoy :)
NOTE: My updates won't be this fast its only because I don't like only having one chapter up and this one explains a few concepts.
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Harry awoke fresh and early, the sun was beaming through the windows illuminating the room in which he resided. The cream curtains billowed lightly as the semi opened window let in the fresh breeze, relieving the room of the stale air. The sun danced on the cream coloured walls, creating patterns of light as it engaged in a battle with the curtains. Harry watched this for a few moments before taking in the rest of the room. A mahogany wardrobe stood magestically on the other side of the door with a floor length mirror right next to it. The was a bookcase in one corner complete with a comfy armchair. Apart from this there was just the bed, the silken sheets enveloping Harry's figure cozily. Glancing at the other side of the bed he saw that Tom wasn't there. Frowning he tossed the covers aside and strode through to the lounge.
Sitting on the black couch was Tom, deeply engrossed in a book. Chuckling to himself on how set in his ways his lover was, Harry went back through to their bedroom. Opening the wardrobe he barely glanced at the clothes inside, just picking a grey shirt and black jeans. Hurriedly he put these on and fastened the buckles on his dragon hide boots. Surveying himself in the mirror his eyes were drawn to his hair. He had decided to grow it out a little, so it just skimmed his ears. Fetching a leather band he tied them back, letting a few shorter strands, that just brushed his forehead remain.
Dressing completed he walked back through to Tom who was still reading.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry politely.
"I'm just reading the latest adittion of Marigold Hardy's defence book" came Tom's answer, his eyes never leaving the paper.
"Oh, why?"
"Well Albus has given me the go ahead for the duelling club, I thought perhaps that we could advertise it today during our class with the seventh years. That way we can get things going as early as tomorrow night" Tom's voice was laced with enthusiasm, it made Harry happy to see him this way. The first few weeks back were awful. Tom would often brood and it felt as if they were getting to know each other again, which in a way they were. Tom usually told him stories of his time before 'Harry' came to Hogwarts during the evenings and it was through this they gained back their closeness. Smiling at the thought of summer Harry hadn't realised the pause had stretched on a little longer than was usual.
"We should probably go to the Great Hall now" said Tom, placing a bookmark so he could refer to the book later.
Standing up they exited their chambers and walked briskly through the castle. It was just the start of September so summer was fading fast, already Harry could feel the chill of Autumn. Using his parselmagic however this was quickly dispelled. Tom smiled at him when he heard the familiar hiss of "warmth", almost like a proud parent would to their child when they did something by themself.
"So what's on the agenda today?" asked Harry, as they sat down at the staff table.
"Well we have third year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, followed by a double with the sixth years of those houses, a period before lunch with the second year Slytherin's and Gryffindors, followed after lunch with the seventh years" answered Tom automatically, buttering his toast in the process.
"So a pretty full day then" groaned Harry, spearing some bacon on his fork.
"I honestly don't see how you can eat that first thing in the morning" said Tom, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Its lovely, want a taste?" asked Harry holding a piece between his teeth. Tom rolled his eyes as Harry dropped the bacon from laughing at the mortified expression on Tom's face.
"Well at least I try to be romantic!" defended Harry.
Tom spluttered into his coffee. "You call that trying to be romantic, an elephant is more romantic than that!"
"I'm wounded Tom" said Harry pouting.
"Leave the poor boy alone Tom" chided Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling merrily behind the golden frames.
"I'm not a boy" said Harry outraged.
"What are you then, a woman?" sneered Tom, the affect slightly spoiled with the smile that crept out from behind his mask.
"And the comeback of the year award goes to, dun, dun, dun... Thomas Marvolo Riddle!" announced Harry laughing when Dumbledore clapped. "Do you have any words Tom?"
"Yes, shut up."
"Fine then, but one day you will say I'm romantic!"
"If I say it now will you stop?" asked Tom hopefully.
"Maybe" answered Harry mysteriously.
"Insuffurable brat."
"Old man."
"Wow that hurt, I think I might die from the pain those words inflicted" said Tom, clutching his heart dramatically.
His only response was Harry laughing before he ate more bacon. Owls flooded into the Great Hall, their wings beating and hooting creating the normal melody that those in the Great Hall listened to daily. A barn owl landed in front of Harry, putting a knut into the pouch tied to its foot he claimed his copy of the Daily Prophet. Scanning it his eyes narrowed at a small article in the corner of the front page.
Lucius Malfoy Donates Five Hundred Thousand Galleons To Ministry
By Rita Skeeter
This reporter has the great pleasure of reporting that today Lucius Malfoy has generously donated five hundred thousand galleons to the Ministry of Magic. Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge has yet to disclose what the donation will be used for. However I was lucky enough to have an opportunity to talk to Mr Malfoy. When asked on his reasons behind such a large sum he replied:
"I felt it was my duty, the Ministry needs all the support it can get in these hard times. The war has seen harsh times fall on our society...
"How can he get away with it?" asked Harry.
"Hmm?" queried Tom.
"He's the leader of the Death Eaters and still the public respect him!"
"He is only the leader as he has enough power and money to create a vast influence amongst those in the Ministry. By giving large donations such as these he only increases his power over Fudge. This puts him in a position to influence laws that promote blood purity and segregation". Tom fell silent as Snape swept into the hall followed quickly by Draco. Draco was the Potions assistant, Snape being his Godfather severely influencing this decision. Harry grimaced, he had memories of Draco and his past with 'Harry' was pretty much the same as the one in his old world but the two had reached an understanding when they were both picked to be apprentices. Draco nodded to Harry as he sat down at the other end of the table. Nodding back Harry then returned to his food.
"Ah Harry?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes sir?"
"Its Albus now," corrected Dumbledore, "I have received a letter from Miss Granger, she will be coming later on next week."
"Why?" asked Harry puzzled.
"Did she not tell you? She has accepted the post of Transfiguration assistant". This was certainly new to Harry, he knew she had been offered but he thought she wanted to become a healer instead. Wondering what had changed he finished his bacon. Standing up he and Tom swept out of the hall towards the classroom.
Tom had decorated it tastefully - well at least according to him. There were pictures of those suffering various curses on one wall, some of the faces were twisted into immortalised images of pain whereas others skin had errupted in boils or other ailments. The desks were arranged in a semi circle, like a lecture theatre. In this way all eyes would be all on Tom. Taking his place at the back of the classroom he watched as the third years filed in. This was going to be a long day.
Finally it was fifth period and the seventh years were sitting at their desks attentivly.
"Today class we will be learning about Partronus's," said Tom reminding Harry of his old parselmagic lessons, "Now why class can some wizards perform them and others cannot?"
Ginny put her hand up.
"Yes Miss Weasley?"
"It depends on the wizards magical affinity. The patronus is a light spell and so wizards with a dark affinity will not be able to cast them unless their magical core is incredibly strong. Neutral wizards have a little difficulty with this branch of magic also but Light wizards, with a lot of training or determination can produce one without causing much strain on their core."
"Well done Miss Weasley, now can anyone tell me the incantation?"
"Expecto Patronum" answered Douglas Kirby, a seventh year Slytherin.
"Excellent, now Harry why don't you demonstrate to the class a patronus, then we can split them into pairs to try it out?"
Harry walked up to the front of the class, it truly was intimidating having twenty or so pupls staring at him. Wondering how Tom managed it he raised his wand. Thinking about his summer with Tom he said the incantation and a glowing white stag errupted from his wand. The students gasped and awed at this as the stag trotted around the classroom.
"Now its your turn, think of your happiest moment and then say expect patronum. Do not be deterred if it does not work the first time, instead think of a happier memory" instructed Tom.
Stepping back they watched the students as they tried the incantation. It was unsuprising that few could manage it. However what did suprise him was that by the end of the lesson Luna Lovegood, Ginny, Joshua Harcourt and Damien Willows were about to produce the blurry image of a shape. Watching them file out Ginny grinned at Harry whilst Luna smiled dreamily.
"Well that went well" remarked Tom, taking a seat behind his desk.
"I told you you were a good teacher" said Harry, leaning against Tom's desk.
"Hmm do you want to do some training now? Its tedious having Dumbledore as my only challenging opponent, plus it would help prepare us for the duelling club" suggested Tom.
"Yeah sure, if I remember right I managed to put up a pretty good challenge" agreed Harry smirking, Tom's ego was going to get deflated quite a bit by the time the night was over.
"Yes well I've had over fifty years worth of practice" said Tom, reading Harry's thoughts.
Suddenly Harry never felt so confident.