Disc.-I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

Note: Well, looks like, so far, blue eyes that will indeed turn red at some point. Any guesses how? AND HEY! Updates won't have timed dates. I'm just not organized like that. Some will come at random times. This chapter is more like quick filler-ish thing going on.

":(Parseltongue):", and I won't drag out the 's' or certain 'c's. Why do that when you know they're talking in a serpentine language?

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"Ah, Professor Haze, right on time.", the Headmaster smiled kindly to me. I offered an energetic, sweet one back.

"Yeah. I was just looking around Hogsmead. I might be a bit hyper off of candy though,", I joked and he chuckled before that bastard cleared his throat, making the man sober.

"Right. I've heard through students that you had six individuals from Seventh-Year use Unforgivables? On yourself?", he asked worriedly. I sighed, plopping down into a chair.

"Headmaster Dippet, let me be frank here. Magic is magic. Only when the Ministry of Magic started up did it begin to gain the labels Dark and Light. I don't think it's fair, at all. It needs to have some kind of balance, otherwise Gaia will take it upon Herself to correct it and it's never pretty when She has to clean our messes. Before, in the days of olden, She didn't have to until the rise of Merlin and Arthur. But even then, it wasn't all that bad yet. However, the way it works right now, you can expect a vicious tidal wave of a Dark Era the way things are going now. It repeats itself, if you look at history. I'm very concerned about the children when this should happen,", and indeed I was—no one should go through a war like that in childhood. No one. "I'm concerned what will happen, I'm concerned about what lengths the Light will go to, I'm afraid they'll drive the, ah, 'Dark' Creatures to the next Dark Lord's open arms, and quite frankly, I'm afraid dammit!", letting it all flow out now was so refreshing, telling of my fears, my worries for the next generation. Memories popped into my mind, from the depression I was tossed into by the fears, the pains of war.

(-"When did you last eat properly?", this voice was worried.

"Who knows,", I answered listlessly, staring down at the book I was reading. Why am I talking to the worried voice? Will it leave me alone if I do?

"When did you last sleep?", more worry. Why? Over me?

"I'm not sure,", when was the last time? Time goes by so quickly when you're alone…"I couldn't close my eyes, so I read instead.", hands on my face, pulling me to look. Who was this person again? Familiar, but…Who would bother with me? Nothing more than a weapon for the war…

"Harry!", fear...For my health? Why? I'll be dead soon anyways…Dead…What a nice thought…-)

I nearly died then. That was before I was Master. Taking in a shaky breath and pushing away the more harsh memories, I went on, "Children shouldn't have had to grow up knowing war."

"But war is war, my boy. They would have to learn of it eventually.", you fucking bastard, I will end you before the end of this year, you will suffer for what you've done…

"Growing up in fear does not—should not—be forced onto them!", I protested.

"You survived the Killing Curse,", he said next in a voice a bit harsher than he probably meant for it to come out in. I sighed.

"I have Creature-Blood.", I sneered at him, making his eyes widen before he whipped to Headmaster Dippet. I like Headmaster Dippet, he's a fair, kind man who doesn't judge. But he needs to stop listening to Dumbledore.

"Did you hear that!", he shouted. Was that really necessary? "He's a Creature! Who knows what he might do!"

"Excuse me, but I still am in the room you know,", I said with a sharp glare in his direction. What a prick. And so, I spend the next twenty-some minutes in a shouting match against him and another ten talking to a concerned Dippet. Oddly enough, he was concerned over me, not over my ability to control some of the more animalistic urges. Really, what a dear he is.

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P.O.V TOM

I feel like he is upset. I do not know why, but he is. I don't want him to be upset. I've decided that I no longer care why I feel this pull towards him, why I am so attracted to his very being, but he is mine. Before I felt his anxiety, his displeasure and anger and worry, I was exploring his private quarters. It seems almost eccentric, the things he has. Some things look specifically muggle, and I'll have to warn him out of that. There are no pictures so far though. Although…There's a number of serpent and dragon portraits. I had never thought that I might be able to speak to dragons, but he apparently knows that we can. It was a fascinating experience and I want to try it with a live dragon. Now opening a rather ornate jewelry box, I found many gems, earrings and…Poison vials inside. I think I just became a tad more obsessed. Rifling through it, I found necklaces that would be tight on the neck, and something that made me jump in surprise. An anklet, a charmed snake accessory. It was very nice, thin but long (probably a foot long when straightened), silvery-white scales and glinting rubies for eyes. It was coiled and hissed softly at me, warning me that it was going to bite me and that it wanted its' Master.

":(Calm yourself,):", I commanded and watched the thing pause for only a moment.

":(No, where is my Master?):", it demanded and I was shocked.

":(I am the heir to Slytherin,):", I told it, drawing up to my full height and glaring down at it.

":(And I'm gonna bite you!):", it hissed back, opening its' small jaw. It could probably barely fit my thumb in, but something tells me I wouldn't like the outcome.

"Are you arguing with my jewelry?", the amused voice came to me and I whirled around to see Jazz (how casual it is, how good it is to know no one else calls him such,) leaning against the doorframe, watching me and the thing with one raised eyebrow and quirked lips. I opened my mouth, but the terrible, disobedient anklet was quicker.

":(Master! Tell this arrogant little brat to leave me go!):"

"You really should, love,", mmm…How lovely that endearment sounds rolling off his tongue…A tongue I would like to acquaint myself with soon. "My little Cassius has a special venom.", he pushed himself off the frame with liquid grace and I watched with keen eyes as he came to me and oh-so tenderly took Cassius from my hands, brushing by my own. I had a distinct urge to hold his hand at that moment. ":(Here, Cassius, would you prefer being a necklace right now?):", I've heard myself speak, but his voice sent a bolt down my spine that curved to my loins. The thin slivery snake-jewelry uncoiled to slither around his neck and spin around it closely, before resting its head on the hollow of his neck to glare at me. How a piece of jewelry could do that, I'll have to ask Jazz at some point.

"How was your meeting?", I ask instead and he sighed, sagging a bit where he stood.

"Aw~ful!", he whined. "Albus was there as well, the sodding little-", he cut himself off as he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. "I loathe that man.", he hissed angrily. "He tried to get Dippet to fire me, you know, for my lees-than-human lines,", I quickly wrapped my arms around him, leading him to the large, very soft chairs and sunk into them with him snuggled deeply into my side. He buried his face into my side, before making a lethargic sound and squirming so he was partially on top of me so he could nuzzle into my collarbone. "Ah, I'm sorry, but you have a wonderful scent on you,", he mumbled and I looked down into half-mast, sleepy eyes. He's very sweet like this, and so very warm. It took but a few minutes for him to fully fall asleep in my arms, and I relished that he felt safe and calm enough to do so in my presence. What a darling, sweet child. For that is what he is, he can be no older than his oldest students…

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Alright, this was a bit short, but that's why it came so quick. Will Jazz-dear tell Tom of his age at some point, or will he just not-age and Tom will notice? He could always blame it on his Creature-blood. And will he share immortality with him? If so, at what point and how should classes and such progress until Yuletide? Any suggestions are welcome, yeah! And I love you! So love me back and review!