Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Works are not mine. The characters and settings are owned by J. K. Rowling and her respected publishing companies e.g. Bloomsbury.
Warnings: Profanity and allusions to sexual situations between two men.
A/N: "Normal Speech" ...Parseltongue... 'Mind speak'
Modus Operendi
Great Hall – Sunday 15th February – 8:14 AM
Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table eating a slice of toast when the prophet came, and as soon as the the owl had been paid, Harry opened the newspaper and smiled at the headline.
The-Boy-Who-Fell-In-Love!
Hearts Breaking Across The Land!
By Rita Skeeter
Yesterday evening at approximately 8PM outside of Gringotts Bank, London, The Chosen One, Harry Potter met a previously unseen man with an enthusiastic greeting. After embracing (see picture A) the two made their way, hand-in-hand towards the romantic, and completely expensive Amore Eterno restaurant (Eternal Love) where only the most devoted couples dine.
The couple spent the entire time holding hands, stealing loving glances (see picture B) and enjoying the other's company. Several diners report Potter's beau referring to him as 'loçkë' and 'e dashura' which is Albanian for 'depths of my heart.' and 'beloved.' So I can predict without a doubt that we it will not be long until we hear wedding bells with these two.
And if that didn't prove their devotion, the man then whisked Potter off to Hyde Park where he had enchanted the ground with red orchids (the flower of passionate love and admiration), and had the talented upcoming band: Occamy play love songs for him the entire night. (see picture C).
He then told Potter a 'Happy Valentines Day' and presented him with an expensive custom-made necklace made of obsidian, white opal and sardonyx whilst Potter gave the man (who we now know as 'Eadirc') a leather bracelet with a silver Celtic-knot (Celtic knots represent infinity, our timeless spirit and the protection for the wearer).
As the night drew on they shared several loving kisses and embraces and lost time in each others eyes. (See picture D)
So even though hearts are breaking across the land, we all have to put on a brave face; for our Saviour is obviously in love. But who is the mysterious, handsome and rich partner of the chosen one? I endeavour to discover, my dedicated readers!
"Umm...Harry?" Neville's voice interrupted Harry's elated period, and the Potter turned quizzical emerald eyes upon his friend. "Everyone is staring at you weirdly," he informed the younger boy once he had sat down, and Harry merely handed the paper to him as an explanation, a huge smile adorning his face.
Whilst Neville was reading, the seventh year Slytherins hurried towards the two Gryffindors and sat down (apparently forgetting they weren't sitting at the Slytherin table)
"Is-Is that who I think it is?" Draco finally stuttered after a few minutes of stunned silence; pointing to the picture where Harry flung his arms around Tom and received a chaste kiss in return. Harry nodded rapidly as an answer, and all the girls sighed wistfully, as the boys eyes widened and the rest of the school continued to gawp.
"That's so sweet!" Pansy cried out, grasping Harry's hand. "So how'd it go afterwards, you've got tell us all the juicy details!" Harry started blushing. "But first, we want to see the necklace. Come on!" she demanded; calls from others in the hall demanded the same so he pulled it from where it was resting just above his heart, so it was within the view of the girls.
Again, the girls sighed wistfully whilst Pansy fingered the intricate carvings on the snakes. "The detail really is exquisite," she murmured under her breath. "I assume it's symbolic. The white snake is you the black one him? Polished sardonyx, traditional gemstone for Leo. Dubbed the 'Gem of courage', guards against poisonous reptiles and nightmares, also, it encourages luck, peace and protection. White opal promotes good dreams and love whereas obsidian is for protection." she handed it back to his waiting hands.
"Damn," he cursed softly "He really knows me well, doesn't he?" peridot eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Yeah. So thoughtful and romantic," she agreed before spinning round to slap Greg on the arm "Why. Can't. You. Be. Romantic?" she punctuated every word to a punch.
"Well – uh?" he stuttered as he quickly began to stand "Help?" he squeaked desperately, yet snickers only met his pleas.
Harry noticed everyone was still staring at them, and he sighed internally. "Hey guys, you do know you're sitting at the Gryffindor table right?" blank faces met his statement, which quickly morphed into disgust; they called their goodbyes whilst hastily striding towards the Snake table. Neville snorted at their reactions before he bit intro a crimson apple, Harry shook his head as he began to stand; everyone was watching him still.. "Eat!" his voice reverberated around the hall, which effectively shook the students out of their stupor, and they began idly chatting once more.
"Hey you disgusting freak!" called Ron from further down the table. "Finally showing the world how weird you are. You big faggot!" Harry glanced at him coldly but before he could retort the Hall exploded into angry voices, all aimed towards the red-head.
"Shut up, you prejudiced git. ¾ of the school is gay, you moron!"
"Just because Granger opened her eyes before you could make a move, doesn't give you the right to be a bastard!"
"This Eadirc bloke is hot, you're just jealous!"
"Potter has great tastes, but you wouldn't know that would ya Weasley?"
Harry watched with a big smile as Ron flushed crimson, and rushed out of the hall whilst spluttering to himself. "Thanks guys," Harry called out "But eat up, I've got Potions first!" Sympathetic groans met his statement and the hall went back to its calm normalcy.
"They love you," Neville muttered to him as they walked out of the hall. "You've practically united all the houses all because they adore you. ¾ because you're prophesied to defeat the Dark Lord and ¼ because you're shagging him! Honestly! Only you Harry, only you."
"Are you insulting or complimenting me, Nev?" Harry asked the older boy, chuckling to himself as he wandered into the dungeons.
Meanwhile in Dumbledore's Office...
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, which was filled to the brim with various instruments and gadgets, (which had a wide array of purposes: from cleaning Fawkes' perch, to powering the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall.). His sparkling eyes were gazing at the young man opposite him, applying for the position of Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, since Kingsley Shacklebolt had to return to the Minsitry.
"You are quite young to be applying to be a professor," commented Dumbledore after a suitable amount of watching the youth. "How old are you again?"
"21 sir. Some would say it is too young, but with the present circumstances, I think we need the younger generation to be able to defend themselves."
Dumbledore was thoughtful, glancing back at the reference before him. "You certainly did well in you NEWTs. O+ in practical and theory DADA, O in Ancient Runes, O+ in potions, O in Athriminacy, O in Charms, practical and theory, O in Care of Magical Creatures and O in Divination. But you have never been at Hogwarts? If I may be so bold, why ever not?" he asked, curiously.
The young man shook his head slightly, his wine eyes dimming as his lips pinched into a line. "My mother married an English muggle when she graduated Beuxbatons and moved to St. Ives. But when I was seven Death Eaters attacked our village and my father was killed. My mother fled to Albania until I was 17 where she had me tested at the English Minsitry." he returned his eyes towards the elderly headmaster "But let us forget that for now." he smiled sadly, "I would like to know whether I qualify for the position?"
Dumbledore smiled warmly (on the outside anyway) at the young man, offering his hand, which the younger man took.
"Yes, my boy. You can start on tomorrow if you'd like and your first lesson would be 7th years at 2 PM, is that okay with you?"
The young man beamed widely. "Yes sir, very much so. Thank you so much," he practically gushed to the older wizard, before he quickly began descending the stairs, a smirk hidden on his face.
Monday 16th February 1998 – 1:49 PM
Harry, Neville and the seventh year Slytherins were strolling leisurely towards their DADA lesson (not that they needed it with Harry's tutelage); as they all listened into Draco and Harry's debate about the efficiency of the newest Firebolt against the Nimbus 2007.
As they entered the classroom, and began to take their usual seats, they noticed that no-one else apart from themselves were in the room, however Harry could swear that he could hear the tapping of shoes in the cupboard. Assuming that the sound was the result of Kinsgely preparing the lesson, the wizard was shocked to hear the soft 'tap' of the cupboard door shutting, and a flash of wavy, caramel hair.
"Tom? Or is it Eadric, now?" Harry questioned the man; his brow raised at his smug lover, as he vaguely noticed that the Slytherins had stopped their conversations in order to gawp at the Dark Lord. Said Dark Lord merely smirked at his lover, as he began to saunter towards his desk.
"Well Mr. Potter. I do believe you will have to address me as Professor Renishaw, for I am your Defence Against The Dark Arts professor," he said silkily, leaning against the wooden desk.
"Well then I better do my best, otherwise I may be put in detention with your dark, charming self," Harry stated innocently but his eyes raked wolfishly up and down his lover's body. "It may be too horrendous."
"I'm sure it would be," Tom replied, leaning closer to Harry until their lips were only an inch apart; smirking as Harry shivered lightly. "But for that remark I think detention for the rest of the year is needed," he said, his breath ghosting Harry's pink mouth.
"Oh." the emerald-eyed man managed to say before he was swept away in a passionate embrace with his lover. Draco, Blaise, Greg and Vince stared disbelievingly at the two of them, Pansy, Millicent and Daphne were conversing loudly about how sweet the two of them, whilst Neville was painfully squeezing Theo's hand due to the perverted leers being sent his way.
"So Dumbles actually hired you? What a moron," Harry asked normally, as if he hadn't just been snogged senseless. "I have to say you surprised me and probably scared them into a heart attack," he said indicating to his friends "They didn't know whether to bow, greet politely, or act indifferent; the poor things." he teased, easily dodging the quill thrown at his head by an irate blonde.
"Well love, surprising people is my modus operendi. It just makes everyone's life more interesting," Tom deadpanned, his neutral face not belying any emotions he may have been experiencing.
"I gathered," Harry drawled. "Did you read the paper yesterday morning?" he enquired giddily; his smile widening as Tom shook his head "We're front page!" he declared with a huge smile. "Something about hearts breaking, eternal love and endeavours to find the handsome, mysterious man." laughed the younger man once he saw Tom's smug smirk. "Can you do me a favour?" Harry asked, and the Dark Lord nodded.
The seventh years didn't hear what Harry asked because at the same time the rest of their year walked into the room, however they stopped at the sight before them. The Boy-Who-Lived holding hands with a slightly older man, and as if feeling the stares they both looked at the doorway. The older man leant and whispered into Potter's ear (earning himself a small smile) and strode to where a large mahogany desk was.
"Come on, everyone. Lessons to teach and all that." he called out to the shocked seventh years, who began sitting in the remaining seats "I am your new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor; my name is Professor Renishaw, it's nice to meet you all." he smiled at them "Kingsley Shacklebolt sadly had to return to his work at the Ministry so I have been hired in his place."
"Looking back on your previous years I've noted you haven't had the best professors," he stated, reading from a piece of parchment "First year you had Voldemort stuck on the head of a Professor Quirrel, Second year, you had a conceited fraud, Fourth Year you had a Death Eater polyjuiced as Alastor Moody, Fifth Year you had a Ministry hag who tortured students with blood quills and it looks like your only decent teacher was Professor Snape – a Potions master and Professor Lupin – a Werewolf. Strange, I guess I'll have to teach you the basics and continue from there."
Glancing up from his parchment he saw stunned looks from most of the class, and his lover smirking at him. "What's the matter everyone?" he asked confused "Didn't any of you know? I thought you all would have been told."
"So it's true?" croaked a terrified Padma Patil "You-You-Know-Who was actually here? Death-Eaters and Werewolves too?"
Tom just looked shocked. "Yes Miss?..."
"Patil."
"Yes Miss Patil. I don't know why you haven't been informed. Headmaster Dumbledore should have issued letters to your parents explaining the situations. Safety issues and all that. I'm genuinely shocked to hear you haven't; but let us move on. What the difference is between a 'Dark' spell and a 'Light' one, Mr. Thomas?"
He turned his enquiring gaze to the black-haired boy who looked suspicious at the question. "Well dark spells are used to maim and kill whereas light spells are not."
"So you are saying a 'Light' spell cannot kill anyone?" he asked Dean who was now looking extremely confused but nodded his head all the same.
"But I could use Wingardium Leviosa on a person and drop him from a great height, could I not? I could transfigure a man into an inanimate object, not free him, and then he would starve to death. There is no 'good' and 'evil' only power -" Harry smirked at his lover, who sent an innocent look in return. "The spell itself isn't evil, the purpose of the caster is," he finished lightly; leaning against the large desk, arms crossed his chest.
"But what about the unforgivables sir?" Seaumus Finnigan asked in his deep Irish brogue.
"Again they are not 'evil'" he stated smoothly, which met to several indignant cries.
"No they are not evil. Imperio was created in 1843 by a healer called Montague to hysterical patients unwilling to take their potions. Crucio was created by the Head Auror Sanguine in 1327 to receive information from captured enemies, and Avada Kedavra;" he ignored the class flinching "Was created by the Wizengamot to kill those on death row in 1651. All these spells were created to the benefit the society they lived in at the time."
"No decent light wizard would dare use them!" shouted a very angry, very red Ronald Weasley.
"Ah, red hair and freckles, you must be a Weasley." a snort escaped Harry and Draco. "I know Percy, nice man that he is, but it seems where he lacks ignorance and obliviousness you seem to drip with it." he sneered down at the spluttering red head.
"I do believe I have already said that there are no such things are 'good' and 'evil' so please stop being so naïve, then please remove your head from your arse, and try not see the world through your prejudiced eyes for once," he told him in a deadly quiet voice.
"Shut up you little queer. No one Light would use them and that's is final!" he shouted, his nose high in the air with superiority.
"No I do not agree, however what is clear, is that you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch from tonight until next month." he didn't wait for Ron to agree. "And yes your so-called 'Light' wizards do preform the Unforgivables. Nymphadora Tonks uses imperio on her victims until they kill themselves, Mad-eye Moody crucios his victims, Shacklebolt murders with Avada Kedavra and Headmaster Dumbledore uses all three. And before you start denying anything, I was at the Minsitry nearly two years back and saw everything. So now all the basics are out of the way, I will begin teaching you strong defence shields." He beamed at them, causing most girls and several boys to swoon at the sight.
Whilst everyone was writing their essay on the uses of the protego charm, Blaise and Draco were having a problem. The favour Harry had asked the Dark Lord had involved hitting the dark-skinned boy with the Aphrodite spell; now the Aphrodite spell involves one's infatuation to become foremost in their mind. Of course because of this, Blaise was now sporting quite a hard-on, but what he didn't know was that Draco could see exactly what the darker boy was thinking.
Which currently involved chocolate sauce, the blonde's body and Blaise's skilled tongue; Draco blushed lightly and shifted in his seat; however this merely meant he was closer to the other boy, and the darker boy flinched away in surprise.
"I think you two may need to have a talk." Harry sung at them before placing his essay on the desk, whispering to his lover, and exiting the room.
16th February - 7-09 PM
Harry strolled into the hall with Neville at his side; they sat at the Gryffindor table and covered their plates with the feast that the house elves called 'dinner'. A huge smile stretched the Potter's face once he saw Draco and Blaise walk to their table hand-in-hand, and it stretched even further when he saw his lover seat himself at the head table.
Instantly the Hall's din died down until one could here a pin drop in the silence; eyes swivelled towards the Boy-Who-Lived and the new Defence teacher. The Dark Lord sent a small smile towards Harry, who happily reciprocated, and with that the whispers came to life once more.
"So it's really true..."
"That's him! From the paper!"
" - Professor Renishaw that's his name!"
"Damn, I'm jealous."
Harry smirked and turned towards Neville to ask him something about their Potions work, when a golden flash caught his eye; suddenly his emerald-eyes became chilled and hardened. He grasped Ginny's small wrist in one hand and glared at the red-haired girl.
"What," he hissed at her "Are you doing with the Potter engagement ring?"
She smiled sweetly at him, whilst batting her horribly mascaraed eyelashes and pulling her low-cut top lower. "What are you talking about Harry, dearest?" she simpered "You gave this to me at Christmas."
She yelped in pain as his hold tightened "I would never give such an important heirloom to you," he spat at her "And I hardly spoke to you at Christmas, so there goes that stupid excuse. I've told you countless time before, I don't like you and I never will so get that through you thick skull, you imbecilic girl."
She struggled to pull her arm back but he just pulled her closer "Why are you being like this Harry?" she whimpered "You said you loved me! It's the Potter ring anyway, how could I have gotten it?"
He laughed harshly at her "There is only one person I love in this world you pathetic skin-bag, he is sitting up there -" he pointed at the head table "-The whole school, ha! Practically all of the UK know that I'm in love with him and him I. So no I don't love you, and I have never told you it. Now, moving onto how you could have gotten your filthy fingers upon it? It may have ot do with the little fact that you, your brother and your parents have been stealing from my vault since I was a child!" he seethed and her face paled.
"I- I d-don't know what you're talking about Harry, we've never stolen from you."
"Yeah, of course you haven't. I just suppose the Goblins thought it would be funny to inform me about the issue; because let me tell you now girl, you and your family have a lot to pay for."
"You would do that to us?" she asked sadly, head bowed.
"To you: Yes. To your parents: Yes. To the twins, Charlie, Bill and Percy: No. Because unlike some people they aren't such pathetic displays of human beings." he sneered at her, whilst pulling the ring off of her freckled hand.
"How could you!" she part screamed at him. "I love you! You have to love me! You can't love a boy, I'm meant to be the next Mrs. Potter!" she screeched, stomping her feet.
"Be quiet Ginny," he commanded her in a deadly voice "I doubt anyone here wants to listen to your pointless drivel." her face quickly flooded with blood; causing her to turn as red as her atrocious hair before storming out of the hall.
"Well, that put me off my dinner," he commented to Nev, who snorted in return. "She really is unbelievable," he murmured to himself whilst he studied the ring. It was a thin gold band with runes etched on the inside, a ruby fixed in place at the forefront with the Potter insignia engraved onto its surface. He gazed at it for a bit more, before nodding and striding purposefully towards the Head table; towards one person in particular.
He knew everyone was staring at him, and him being calm would be about as truthful as Dumbles saying he was only 20 years old; but still he carried on walking until he stopped in front of his lover, only a table separating the two.
Tom stared at him an unreadable expression in his eyes; Harry steeled himself and was about to see if the infamous Gryffindor bravery was true.
~HP/LV~
Tom watched as his lover walked determinedly towards him, he knew Harry was feeling nervous yet driven as he made his way towards Tom.
He's not going to do what I think he's going to do, is he? Tom questioned himself, he didn't know what he was feeling. Well he did. He knew he loved the teen who now stood in front of him, he knew he wanted to spend the rest eternity with him. He also knew doubt was worming itself into his heart. What if Harry didn't want him back?
But as he glanced up into those beautiful emerald-orbs, and at the owner, who stared lovingly yet nervously at him, he knew his reasons were unjustified. And for the first time in his life the Dark Lord felt...hope.
Harry stopped in front of his lover, hands fiddling with the jewellery in his hand. "Eadirc?" 'Tom?' he called towards the older man.
"Yes Harry." he answered in a neutral voice. Oh Merlin. Harry thought He's worried about something, about this?
"I wanted to tell you that." Here goes nothing "You're my only reason for living on this damned planet, Eadric. You've saved me from myself so many times that I have lost count, you were my light at the end of the tunnel where all I felt was despair. Your laughter brought me from so many oppressing silences and your smile warmed my heart. You were my shoulder to cry on and my person to talk to. I've known you for years but it feels like a lifetime. You are my reason for breathing, for waking up each morning, and I love you. I love you with all my heart, body and soul. And I wanted to ask you, whether you would marry me?" he finished with watery eyes, his shoulders tensed tightly with nervousness.
Tom let his hope swell with each word issued from his e dashura's lips; he beamed at the smaller man, before vaulting gracefully over the table, and pulling the teen close to his chest.
"Of all the stupid questions, my sweet," he whispered into soft, ebony locks.
"What are you saying?" Harry whispered back in a small voice and Tom hugged him tighter.
"Of course I'll marry you loçkë, of course I will." Harry pulled away from the embrace to slip the ring onto Tom's finger whilst the hall exploded in cheers and cat-calls. "Though I think I was meant to ask you first," he teased lightly.
"I'm a trend setter, what can I say?" he laughed.
"You don't have to say anything, love. However you could do something else with those pretty lips of yours." he leered at his fiancé.
'I'd love to lovely.' replied Harry as Tom leant down for a kiss.
'Perfect' Tom purred in their minds, stretching his tongue into the warm cavern; if possible the noise in the hall grew louder at their actions/
A tapping on Harry's shoulder brought the two up for much needed air; they both grinned sheepishly at the twinkling eyes of the Headmaster.
'He's twinkling lovely' Harry informed the older man, who continued to grin at Dumbles.
'I've noticed loçkë.'
'Well...Shit.'
'Agreed'
"That was quite a show Mr. Potter, Professor Renishaw." he smiled at them, blue-eyes twinkling over half-moon spectacles. "However I would like to speak to you both in private."
"Of course Headmaster." "Sure Professor Dumbledore." they both told the elderly man as they silently followed him to his office.
"Sherbert Lemon?" he enquired, after they had all sat down.; they both politely declined, whilst they hid their sneers. "I must confess, that came as quite the surprise Harry," Dumbledore said "As I didn't know you were both formerly acquainted; how did that come about may I ask?"
Tom glanced at Harry before looking at the Headmaster once more. "I'm sorry sir, it is not my place to say." the old man frowned.
'Uh...Tom? Make something up lovely. You came for the job, what's the cover story?' Harry asked him.
'I didn't really think of one to be honest.' he admitted sheepishly
'Well you better be able to improvise.'
"Could you tell him please Eadric?" Harry asked in a small voice, grasping his fiancé's hand tightly.
"If you're sure?" Harry nodded "Well Harry and I met nearly two years ago. 1995 which I'm sure you are aware of, is the year Harry's godfather Sirius Black went through the veil. Sirius was the only semblance to a family that Harry had, so it was understandable that he was devastated; but he was so saddened with his life that he thought ending it would be the only answer." Dumbledore drew in a sharp breath whilst Harry looked at his shoes.
"So I was walking through Muggle Surrey (because my mother thought it would be a good place to stay away from the wizarding world) when I found Harry here, attempting to slit his wrists on the swings in the Muggle park." as he said these words, he gave a squeeze to Harry's hand "So I asked him why he was trying to kill himself and he told me to 'sod off' if I remember rightly." Tom chuckled.
"But I persisted and he eventually told me that someone important to him had died, and in the end I got Harry to promise to not to attempt suicide again. So we kept in contact via Muggle post, and eventually by owl once I realised he was a wizard although I still hadn't figured out he was Harry Potter. So we kept sending letters until we met up again just before the Winter holidays, where we both told each other that we fancied the other and started dating."
"So, uh, yeah. That's about everything," Tom told the elder man who smiled gently back at them.
"Well I do believe a congratulations are in need then," Dumbledore stated, which forced the other two smile "Just so you know, as you are engaged, Harry is allowed in your rooms; owever I expect you not to distract him from his studies Eadric," the oldest wizard said, waggling a finger at the Dark Lord.
"Of course sir. If that is all?"
"Yes, yes. Have fun boys."
Harry repressed a shudder as they walked down the spiral stairs. "Ewww," he whined once they were out of earshot. "That was icky."
"Icky?" Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow at his younger fiancé.
"Well it was!" he defended, as they walked towards the dungeons "By the way you are a brilliant actor."
"As are you my sweet; however I know other things we are good at." he waggled his eyebrow, a perverse leer fixed on his face.
"Yes I do lovely," Harry breathed huskily "Just lead the way."
Tom didn't reply, he just pulled Harry towards his new rooms, then locked and silenced the door before pushing the younger man onto the bed...
Saturday 21st March – 09:23 AM
Harry was snuggling contentedly into the thick, forest-green comforter thinking about his fiancé; Tom had been teaching at Hogwarts for a over a month now, the students loved him, and Harry thought that he was Class A drooling material. He was about to fall into the arms of Morpheus once again, until he rolled over into the empty space beside him. Wait...that wasn't right.
"Tom?" he called into the room, dawn had just come and the new rays of the rising sun were shining through the magical ceiling above him. A weight landed gently next to him on the bed as long, pale fingers carded through raven locks. Harry squinted at his fiancé, who was dressed in black slacks and black dress shirt with silver, snake cuff-links and saw apprehension lining his handsome face. He sat up quickly and held Tom's free hand. "What's the matter lovely?" he asked in a worried voice.
Tom smiled slightly at the younger man. "I've just received a word from Mulciber. He has been out in Bulgaria in a small village called Thanatos who apparently have a smaller version of the Veil." Harry grew cold with the thought of the soul-gate which his Godfather was sent through. "Mulciber reported that a couple of days ago a man was thrown out of it." Harry lifted his head sharply to stare into contemplating wine-eyes.
"Si-Sirius?" Harry finally managed to stutter out after several minutes of silence.
"I think so, the description matches him at the least but I didn't want to tell you until I had confirmed it; I was going to go check it out today. Mulciber says he brought the man to my manor."
The smaller man's hand squeezed tightly to the elder man's. "I'm going," he stated quietly yet firmly, and Tom merely nodded his head, knowing he wouldn't be able to stop the younger man.
"I expected no less. I will be leaving in half-an-hour, will you be ready?" he enquired softly; a nod of the head was the Potter's reply, before he silently walked into the bathroom.
~HP/LV~
Harry was nervously walking beside his lover, who was full to the brim with worry. Not for the unknown man sitting in his lounge, no, but for his little fiancé who would be devastated if this man was not his godfather. The large doors to said lounge were looming closer now and Tom felt Harry's nervousness spike dramatically, the pale hand clutching his was drained of all blood and Tom was pretty sure his e dashura's nails were drawing blood from his arm.
The wine-eyed man gently pried Harry's hand off his arm and pressed a small kiss to it, and then another to his scar once they had stopped outside of the room. "It will be okay, little one." he assured the younger man as he wandlessly opened the doors.
There were two occupants in the room; one was Narcissa Malfoy the resident healer, and the other was a scraggly mop of dark-brown hair, and it seemed that neither of them had noticed their Lord's arrival.
"But 'Cissy!" whined the man, and Harry could almost hear the pout that was most definitely on the man's lips; he couldn't help but smile a little.
'Is it him loçkë ?' asked a very tentative Dark Lord.
'Yes.'he smiled a watery smile 'That's Sirius.'
"You cannot see Harry yet, not until my Lord brings him from Hogwarts." they heard the tired voice of the blonde woman reply.
"He's 17 now, why can't he bring himself?" Sirius asked sullenly, crossing his arms across his chest, akin to a stubborn child.
"I'm already here Siri," Harry called out in a small but very happy voice, his smile widening when Sirius' head swivelled around to the doorway as a beaming smile stretched his face.
"Harry!" he shouted as he bounded over to squash his godson into his chest in a big hug. "You don't know how boring death is pup; whatever you do, don't die," he forcefully advised his godson.
"You are aware that he wouldn't die so quickly if you weren't asphyxiating him," drawled the amused Dark Lord (he would've been worried about his green-eyed beauty if he couldn't feel the overwhelming joy coming from him).
As if burned, Sirius released his godson; a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah...well. I have many things to talk to you about Harry James Potter. How could you?" he demanded.
Harry's face paled drastically. "You hate me, Siri?" he questioned. "Because I love you but I love Tom in a completely different way. Don't make me choose!"
Sirius just looked shocked before he hardened his features. "You silly boy," he admonished sternly. "I would never hate you, I do hate Albus. How dare he, the little bastard!" he cursed as he thought of the elderly man. "No, what you have to account for is the amount of times I've tuned into your life and I've seen you and him going at it, honestly you're like rabbits," he exasperatedly stated with a smirk as Harry's face flooded with colour.
"What?" Harry squeaked. "If you've tuned in – no! My parents too?" his blush spreading quickly as Sirius nodded. "Oh God. That's just...No!" he moaned, before slowly meeting his eyes to the other amn's. "So they don't mind about Tom and I?"
"Nah, not really. They know the truth now, about Albus, Molly and Arthur. And they really hate Alice and Frank for what they did to Orion. I do too really, I must see Bella sometime," he murmured.
"But apart from that, your mother and I have to say he has a very nice body, pup; nice catch." he smiled, winking at the aghast Dark Lord. Harry smiled cheekily back at his godfather.
"Ah, but he's mine, however I'm pretty sure that Sev and Rab would like you back though." This time it was Sirius who was blushing furiously.
"An-And how did you come to that conclusion pup?" He stuttered out.
"Well if you watched Sev's behaviour towards you at the Order -" Harry started
"-And if you saw the way they acted in 7th year -" Narcissa continued with a soft smile.
"-And the fact that whenever you're mentioned with Severus and Rabastan present they grow completely depressed-" Tom stated, an arm holding his fiancé close to him.
"-It all makes complete sen- Shit!" Harry swore, his face quickly draining of colour.
"Oh," Tom stated. "I guess we should have done that." he agreed out-loud to Harry.
"What are you talking about boys!" demanded a rather irate Sirius.
"I think that maybe we should have informed Sev and Rabastan about your sudden return to life," Harry told him with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. Sirius blinked and a very large, very mischievous smile spread across his face.
"Oh Merlin save us," Tom pleaded, whilst rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What are you planning Black?" he asked, and Sirius' smile grew larger "On second thoughts I don't want to know," he amended.
"Could you bring Wormtail here Tom?" asked Harry with a small quirk on his lips as Sirius snarled at the name.
"Of course e dahsura," he replied as he pulled on the thread of magic connecting Wormtail to him, and merely seconds later Peter Pettigrew was stood in front of them. Folding into a shaky bow whilst averting his eyes every second.
"My Lords. What do you wish from me?" he enquired in a submissive tone, and one could here Sirius' low growling in the background.
"I want you to go the the Ministry and free Sirius," Harry stated softly at the balding man in front of him. Harry knew (after months of getting to know Peter) that his parents betrayer wanted nothing more than to redeem himself, to serve in hell after he betrayed his friends, which was one of the reasons why he still served Tom.
Peter lifted his head quickly, hope and peace swimming in his pale eyes. "Of course my Lord. When will we depart?"
"Now. When we get there transform into your animagus form Peter. You too Sirius," he told the older men, who nodded, too shocked to disagree, before he gripped his ex-friend's shoulder tightly
"Thank you Peter." Sirius said sadly, because even to this day he still missed his childhood friend.
Peter merely shook his head "No, I should thank you for giving me a chance to redeem my self," he told him, and departed from room.
"Coming lover?" Harry asked his fiancé with a cheeky smile as he swayed his hips out of the door.
"Of course," replied the husky voice of Tom, and Sirius barked out a laugh at the hungry look on the Dark Lord's face and the smirk on his Godson's. Life is going to be so much fun he thought as they apparated to the atrium of the MOM.
Chaos. Is what Harry would describe the Ministry of Magic being, complete and utter chaos. Witches and Wizards tore from the elevators to rooms dotted around the room, the golden statue in the fountain was different after being destroyed nearly two years prior (In it's place was a surprisingly tasteful marble unicorn in mid-gallop). Letter aeroplanes flitted wildly above everyone's heads, zooming towards rooms and elevators alike.
The two animagi transformed, and Harry bent over to pick up Peter as Sirius walked proudly at his side; Tom had placed a possessive arm around Harry shoulder, and Harry wound his free arm around Tom's waist as they walked calmly towards the golden elevators.
"Floor," stated the supposedly 'soothing' female voice of the elevator, and they started moving after they had answered with 'ground'. Once the doors opened with a groan, they stepped out into a corridor of cool, dank stone walls, lighted my magical torches every now and then. Following the winding corridor, they soon found an old door with the silver plate reading 'Amelia Bones: Head Of Department Of Law Enforcement'
"Knock?" Tom queried the younger man, who merely shrugged in response. Tom sighed and pushed open the door to reveal a large desk with a comfortable, deep green chair behind it. Seated in the chair was a woman in her late 40's with short, brown hair, teal eyes and a stern face.
"Mr Potter, she stated "Whatever are you doing here? I would know if you had another trial on." she teased lightly.
"I've come to declare a trial for Sirius Black. He is innocent of all crimes held against him as Peter Pettigrew is still alive," Harry told her in a serious tone, hard, emerald eyes telling her that she should better follow through with his demands.
She drew in a sharp breath before answering "These are very serious allegations but they will be done. Meet me in Courtroom 7 with the defendant, Mr Potter," she told him before sweeping out of the room.
"This is going to go well!" Sirius stated cheerfully after had transformed back, Tom just moaned into his palms.
"Is he always excessively happy?" he asked his fiancé who merely raised an eyebrow.
"I will say two words to you Tom, two words: Christmas. Morning."
Harry stared as Tom let out a whine "But that was Christmas, Harry" Another raised eyebrow "Christmas!" he repeated as if Harry hadn't understood. "I was having a party!"
"A party?" interrupted Sirius jovially "You're gonna invite me next year ain't ya?" he questioned bouncing towards the auror waiting to lead him away.
"Of course we will Siri." Harry assured his godfather, and Tom groaned into his hands.
"Let's go down to the courtrooms shall we," Harry said before sauntering out of the room with a pouting Dark Lord trailing after.
Courtroom 7
Harry and Tom sat on the bench in the gallery; he vaguely recognised the faces looming overhead from the balcony which contained the Wizamagot from his own trial a few years ago. Rita Skeeter was sitting on a bench to their left, and Madame Bones was at the front next to a dais where an old chair stood, whilst an old man with a small phial stood on the other side.
A door opened on the left, and Sirius was brought in and shoved into the chair in the centre of the room, chains escaped from the furniture's legs which magically bound him in place; all Sirius did was smile slightly.
"We are here today to answer to the charges of false imprisonment on Mr. Sirius Black," she called out to the room. "Mr. Arrington, is the Veritaserum ready?" she asked the man next to Sirius, at his nod she instructed him to place 3 drops on Sirius' tongue. Once that had been done, she called for silence.
"What is your name, age and occupation?" Madame Bones asked the standard courtroom questions for record purposes.
"Sirius Orion Black, aged 38, ex-auror," he answered in a dull monotone.
Amelia nodded slightly. "Were you the secret keeper for the James and Lily Potter for their home in Godric's Hollow?"
"I was-" he replied and several shouts and insults were thrown from the balcony, before Madame Bones yet again called for silence.
"You were?" she asked.
"I was, but then James, Lily, Albus and I decided to change as I seemed the obvious person. So we picked Peter Pettigrew instead."
"I see," she said with a frown. "So Pettigrew betrayed the Potter's to You-Know-You?"
"Yes."
"Is that why you killed him?"
"I tried to yes. But I did not succeed," he told the silent court.
"But all they found of Pettigrew was his finger. You say he isn't dead, how did he survive then?"
"When I confronted him in the street, he cut off his finger, blew the street up, transformed into his animagus form and ran away."
"I see. Do you know where Peter Pettigrew is at the moment?" she asked, with dread growing in her gut; they had sent an innocent into Azkaban for nearly 13 years. And innocent to 13 years of pure and utter Hell.
"He is with my godson and his fiancé."
The elder woman's eyes swivelled to the young couple in question, who merely held up the form of a brown rat.
"I see, Arrington provide the antidote. I want Pettigrew on the stand, now!"
Merely 45 minutes later, Sirius was cleared of all charges against him and was compensated 1000 galleons for his false imprisonment, whilst Peter was placed in Askaban for life. Afterwards, the three of them exited the room, Tom calmly walking, Harry gliding and Sirius swaggering with an insanely large grin on his face.
"Harry dear, I was wondering if we could have a word," called a familiar voice from behind them and Harry shuddered at it.
'Bloody hell.' he moaned 'Rita Skeeter.'
'She could be useful.' Tom wisely told him. 'It's useful to have the media on your side after all.'
'Fine.' the teen huffed in return, which caused his lover to chuckle.
Harry turned around with a smile on his face. "Rita, of course I can, where would you like to talk?"
"Oh, I'm sure one of these offices will do nicely," she replied sweetly, pulling Harry into the nearest one.
She sat on a hard chair facing the three of them, her floating quill aside her, poised for action.
"Before we start though Rita darling, I just wanted you to know that I want everything said here, written as the truth. After all, Sir. Nightshade would withdraw all financial backing he has with the Prophet over a disagreement with me," he stated coolly but the threat was clear in his voice, Rita nodded and pulled a different quill from her robes.
"So where should we start? How about you dear?" she asked Tom "What's your name?"
Tom fidgeted in his seated because his character called for him to be a submissive, young man.
"I am Eadirc Renishaw, the new Defence Against The Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts," he informed her, inclining his head in greeting.
"And how long have you known Harry?"
"It must have been a couple of years now," he replied with a faint smile tracing his lips.
"And I couldn't help hearing that Sirius hear called you Harry's fiancé. When did this happen?" her eyes sharp and feral, hungry for the newest gossip.
"Harry here." Tom smiled smugly at the smaller man after wrapping his arm around him (yet again) "Proposed to me last month, it was all terribly romantic." Harry felt himself blush over Tom's words. "The cheeky thing though, I was going to do the same the day afterwards. I'm quite surprised no-one knows about it though."
"Oh?"
"It's strange, the whole hall was present you would think a student would at least tell a parent or something. It's a lot like the teaching situation, how none of the parent knows the dangers that the students have faced over the past seven years. A Death-Eater, a Werewolf, a fraud, a child-abuser and Voldemort himself have taught there since 1991, and none of the parents know at thing, it is terribly strange."
Her eyebrows rose into her hairline, and a large grin on her face. "That is strange," she agreed "But you're engaged now, are you both happy?"
"Outrageously so," Tom replied calmly.
"The readers will love this, I just know it! Of course they'll be sad, but they'll be happy too."
"Now your views on the case, Harry?"
"A long time in coming," he told her simply.
"I see, care to elaborate?"
"Sirius was innocent, and yet they didn't even give him a trial! He doesn't even have the Dark Mark and yet he got sent straight to that hell hole!"
"Sirius you said that Albus knew of your change of Secret Keeper?" she enquired.
"Yes, we all discussed it after a while."
"Shouldn't he have known you were innocent then?" she asked, eyes glinting.
"I guess he should have," he replied, whilst rubbing the back of his neck. "But there was a lot to deal with at the time, he probably forgot."
"But if you had been given a trial then Harry would have lived with you."
Sirius made to answer, however Tom stopped him. "And not with those filthy muggles!" he snarled out the name as if it were a disease.
"They were my only living relatives, Eadric," Harry replied tiredly.
"Do you not like Muggles, Eadric?" she asked.
"I like some, but these don't deserve the title of human," he growled out; clutching Harry to his chest.
"These were Harry's relatives? What did they do?"
"Let's just say that hitting a child who was not their own was not beneath them," he murmured with a dark look.
"Leave it alone, love," Harry reprimanded, whilst holding Tom's hand gently.
"Very well e dashura," he complied, albeit extremely reluctantly.
"Thank you," Harry kissed him softly upon the cheek.
Whilst this was going on Rita was revelling in the implications. Dumbledore had neglected the Saviour of the Light! By making him live in a abusive muggle household; oh, the readers would love this!
"So Dumbledore placed you there, Harry?" she started questioning again.
"Yes, but they were my only living relatives, he thought it for the best. I'm sure he never meant to hurt me," he stated calmly however she could see the hatred in his eyes and filed it away for later.
"So, when will the wedding be?" she asked in light tone.
"Soon," Harry and Tom replied simultaneously, which caused them both to smile.
"Great, and the media coverage?"
"I know of a certain, blonde-haired reporter who would leap at the chance," Harry told her with a smile.
"Brilliant!" she exclaimed. "I will be seeing you, Eadric, Harry, Sirius," she stated before exiting the room.
"Well played love, well played." Tom murmured in the crook of Harry's neck "Now she has enough suspicions she'll start to dig around on her own."
"Yeah well," Harry replied, breath hitching with every puff of air against his neck.
"Come on guys!" shouted a bouncing Sirius "I've got lovers to prank."
"Oh Merlin, no," the engaged couple pleaded with small smirks, before walking towards the atrium.
Riddle Manor – Guest Bedroom
Rabastan apparated into the room his Lord had called him to, and glanced around it in confusion, a bedroom? A second later a 'crack' of apparation was heard behind him, he swivelled on the spot and saw his lover there, confusion evident in his onyx orbs too.
"Why do you think we're here Sev?" asked Rabastan, walking towards his lover of many years.
The taller man merely raised one shoulder "I do not know Rab," he answered in a smooth baritone, which sent shivers down the unseen third occupant of the room's spine.
Said occupant dropped his disillusionment charm, and silently crept up behind the two taller men "I think," he whispered into their ears,and they both started at the voice they recognised as their dead lover's "It has something to do with me."
"Siri, is that you?" asked a shocked Rabastan; the icy hand on his heart, slowly releasing its grip as he stared at the man who had been presumed dead for nearly two years. First he had been sent to Azkaban for 13 years, and once he escaped he was killed, it didn't matter what side of the war they were on they loved each other.
"That's right, it's me pretty boys!" he declared happily, bouncing on the spot. "Death didn't want me any more and threw me out! I don't know how it happened to be honest but I don't care! I'm alive once more, I'm a free man and I can be with the two men I love most in the world!" he shouted, making to throw his arms around Rabastan's neck, but Severus stopped him.
"You're a free man?" he questioned, furrowing his brow in confusion. "How did that happen?"
"Harry and Tommy boy gave in Peter, and here I am! Tommy boy is such a nice boy, but if he hurts my Harry he's dead, Lily agreed actually," he mused aloud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Rab mouthed 'Tommy boy' at Sev but he ignored it. "Your saying the Dark Lord and Harry set you free. And Lily doesn't want our Lord to hurt Harry? He practically dotes on the boy." he snorted.
"Ah. But they weren't engaged then." Sirius told them, laughing at their shocked faces "Which means we need to throw an engagement party! Oooh I need to find Belly and Cissy! This will be so much fun!"
Sev and Rab smiled slightly at their smaller lover, even after he escaped Azkaban he wasn't as care-free as he was now. "You went with our Lord, does that mean you're with the Dark?" questioned Rab.
"Oh yes I am," he replied absent-mindedly "But I'm not going to get the mark as I think that I'll be in the Order again."
They nodded in understanding, and Sirius opened his arms. "Hug me, we have a lot to make up for." they quickly complied, Rabastan hugging him from the front and Sev from the back. "You do know my only reprieve in Death was to watch you two going at it, Merlin that was hot!" he declared and shivered as he felt the deep laughter of his lover's echoing through him.
"I am sure that we can include you Sirius," whispered Sev roughly into his ear.
"Yes I'm sure." Rab agreed easily, and Sirius sighed blissfully when he felt two familiar erections pressing into him, one from the front the other from behind.
"Well no time like the present then!" he shouted running at the bed, magically divesting his clothes along the way, until he was lain naked on his back, legs spread wide. The other two were practically drooling as they stalked towards the bed leaving their clothes on the floor. Rab positioned himself in front of Siri's straining erection as Sev started placing kisses along the smallest man's jaw.
'Life is perfect again,' came the thought of all three of them, before they were lost in the waves of pleasure.
Meanwhile In Tom's Private Study
"So when exactly are we going to plant the evidence?" Harry asked his fiancé, shifting in the elder man's lap for a more comfortable position, which caused Tom to groan lightly and Harry to smirk.
"Well Skeeter is now very interested in Dumbledore, she'll probably go to his house in Godric's Hollow and talk to only resident who remembers his family: Bathilda Bagshot. Now there are many conspiracies about how his sister and mother died and I am pretty sure Skeeter would know exactly how to write an article convincing the nation that they are true. That will be the first nail in his coffin," he told the younger man, carding his long fingers through ebony hair. "She then may pay a visit to the Dursley's I mean they are pretty well off for with their measly income aren't they? I think it is more than likely Dumbledore was paying them. Second nail in the coffin right there I can tell you. Of course he then may be called up for child negligence, maybe stripped of some titles. But the real clincher is when we release some of the memories of the old goat, and that is when he's going to get his comeuppance."
"Oooh," moaned Harry, licking the shell of the wine-eyed man's ear, "I so love it when we talk about his downfall."
Lusty eyes met lusty emeralds. "I find the desk appropriate." was all he said before carrying Harry towards the mahogany table.
'Mhhmmm.' Harry sighed appreciatively, when he felt his back meet cool, hard wood 'One of my fantasies.'
'Little imp.'
22nd March - 08:02 AM
Sunday morning arrived, a long with the newest edition of the daily prophet with some very interesting information for everyone (excluding the two lovers). The Hall was buzzing with chatter from gossiping teens, Sirius Black had been cleared of all charges, he was also Harry Potter's godfather and their Saviour was going to marry sooner than they all thought.
Rita hadn't written anything of Albus' part in Harry's domestic life, Harry knew it to be because she was collecting evidence against him, and then she was going to strike very hard, very fast. Just a tad bit Slytherin...
'Tom. Is Rita one of yours?' Harry asked him as he had an epiphany of sorts.
'It took you long enough e dashura. Yes she is one of mine, inner-circle actually. Of course this is why she is being totally supportive of you, upset the Dark Lord's fiancé, anger the Dark Lord. Such a good little Slytherin.' he chuckled, and Harry couldn't help but grin widely.
'Brilliant.'
'Indeed.'
...
Saturday 16th May - 19:37
The Dark Lord was in a dilemma because Harry was in a stress.
Firstly because the teenager's N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner, and he had gotten it into his head to study every minute of the day, despite Tom's protests that Harry was the best in the year (which he was). Secondly, none of his friends could spend time with him and reduce the stressing because they were in the same situation. Thirdly it had nearly been two months, and Rita still hadn't published anything in the paper, Tom had told him it was because she had found a big scoop out in Germany regarding Dumbledore. Which Harry knew to be true, but it didn't mean he was giong to be happy about it.
Fourthly the twins (who always had the brilliant habit of calming the Potter down) had left the country a month ago on some entrepreneurial deals out in the States. And finally his godfather had been sent by the Old Goat to Merlin-knows-where, and couldn't send any word back to his worried godson.
So all-in-all, Tom had a very angry teenager as a fiancé, who was storming about the castle and taking it out on the only available victim: Tom. When this happened Tom would sigh, rake his fingers through his glamoured caramel locks, and then they would have angry sex. After that Harry would apologise for being temperamental, and go back to being moody. Of course the sex wasn't bad, it was bloody brilliant in fact, but (as much as it pained the Dark Lord to admit it), sex is not a way to solve all of life's problems.
He was about to eat his buttered-toast when the doors to the Great Hall slammed open, and a tall witch strode into the room with a fierce scowl on her face. This witch hadn't been to Hogwarts in nearly two years, her infamous brown, bushy hair was now cut into a sleek bob, her classic Muggle clothes had been ditched in favour for a plain yet fashionable black dress, with soft leather boots; she basically looked beautiful and terrifying all in one.
She was striding towards Gryffindor table; eyes followed her path, some shocked and some ravenous (Ron was just openly drooling). "HARRY JAMES POTTER!" she shouted at the green-eyed man, who had a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were getting married! I had to hear about it in the International Times, you stupid boy!" she demanded him, now towering above the younger man.
"Well you know 'Mione, busy time and all, N.E.W.T.s up and all that." he replied sheepishly, but she merely crossed her arms and glared at him.
"So busy you didn't inform your best friend! Well where is he then? We're all gonna have a talk." she stated before flouncing from the room leaving everyone in her wake in various states of shock.
"Ummm...Eadric lovely." called Harry to the head table. "I think we need to go, 'Mione in a mood is a very bad idea," he warned his fiancé. Said fiancé just nodded at his lover, and they both followed after the brown-haired witch.
"Just don't let her anywhere near Pansy, they'd be unstoppable. Screw Voldemort they'd murder anyone in their way!" Harry continued as they neared where Hermione stood against a pillar.
"Spill it Harry." she stared pointedly at him, as he quickly pulled up privacy spells and smiled weakly at her.
"So uh...I'm marrying him," he stated, indicating the Dark Lord behind him.
"I figured, who is he Harry? A Death-Eater? Fred and George told me about what Dumbles and the Weasley's have done to you, I wouldn't be surprised if you joined Him after all," she stated calmly, her temper vanishing quickly; Harry stared at her in shock.
"Well, he's not a Death Eater," Harry told her confidently, sending her a reassuring smile. 'Well it's partly true'
'Just the leader of them.' supplied Tom with a twitch of the lips.
"So he's not a Death Eater. All right then. The Papers say your name is Eadric Renishaw, it's a pleasure to meet you," she told the startled Dark Lord, whilst extending a hand. "Of course it would've been nice if some people informed their best friends sooner about getting married, but let's forget all that shall we?" she said sweetly.
"Yes quite, I did tell the little imp to tell all his friends sooner, however he has been stressing for his exams and Dumbledore has sent Sirius to who-knows-where, and it's all a bit too much for him, I'd say," Tom replied warmly, snaking an arm around Harry's waist.
"Imp? It does sum him up pretty well," she mused. "And Sirius! I can't believe that happened, I've read all sorts of documents on the Veil and it has never reported sending another back to life! Wow, you must be thrilled!"
"I really am you know! And that theory we had about Siri's lovers, they're true, Siri confirmed them himself!" Harry excitedly told her, bouncing on his feet; Tom just smiled at him.
"Really?" she gasped, eyes wide. "Professor Snape and Rabastan Lestrange! High-5!" she declared, Harry laughed and slapped her hand.
"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be at your school?"
"I'm on Study Leave, my exams are in June but they gave us the month off; lucky us!" she laughed brightly.
"So those two lovely promise rings on your finger missy," Harry stated, hands on hips. "I never knew you for a player, 'Mione. Who are the lucky blokes?" he enquired.
"Well...uh...I met up with them a month ago, said they'd fancied me for a while, and we sort of hit it off; and Ron is so going to kill me, butit'sthetwins," she told him in a rush, scowling at his smirking face.
"The twins, huh? Never knew you were that sort of girl." he laughed and she swatted him on the arm. "You said they told you what Dumbledick's being doing. What exactly did they tell you?"
'You're going to tell her?' Tom asked tentatively (still worried about Harry's anger issues at the moment).
'Yeah, I trust her.'
'All right e dashura, I trust you.'
"They just told me about a fake prophecy, which is the reason your parents were killed and that their parents, Ron and Ginny are two little back-stabbing bastards. Why, is there more?"
"Well kinda. I guess. You see, Dumbledick kidnapped Severus and Draco, and then tortured them for some sort of perverse delight, had been for around a month. I found out, arranged a meeting with Voldie. Discussed some things, you remember that horcrux hunt back in 5th year?" he asked and she nodded.
"Well it turns out I am one." Hermione gasped "Dumbles knew this and was planning on killing me off so I went to the Dark Lord and struck a deal of sorts. Then him, Lucius and Bellatrix and I went to Grimauld and rescued Draco and Sev. Voldie and I kept meeting each other, and discussed topics, like plans to bring down Dumbles, you know?"
"I see. That's a lot to take in," she stated in a small voice, leaning further into the wall; Harry nodded slowly.
"I understand 'Mione, I'll just take it from your memory okay?" he asked quietly, raising his wand to her head but her hand stopped him.
"No. We're going to take Dumbedore down Harry. Me and you, together," she vowed in a serious voice, staring into solemn emerald eyes.
"Thanks 'Mione!" he shouted, wrapping her in a hug. "Okay now I've got some questions, good? What would you think if /muggleborns were taught at an earlier age about the magical world, and bound the child and the parents to a vow of secrecy about it?"
Her eyes widened minutely. "That's – That's a great idea Harry, you're so smart! Then they won't be so ignorant and the magical world can't be spread about!"
He nodded. "Yeah I thought so too, okay next question. What do you think if magical children in Muggle orphanages are brought into the magical world, like build an orphanage or something?"
"Another great idea Harry! Where are these coming from?"
"What if I said these were the Dark's ideals?"
"I'd be flabbergasted to be honest. I thought the Dark wanted to kill all Muggleborns."
"It's not true," Tom interjected. "They used to, but they have now realised that they are all magical children and despite what the Light do." he sneered out the name. "The Dark do not murder/torture little children," he said vehemently
"Wh-What do you mean?" she asked in a weak voice.
"Dumbledick and his merry band of fuckers, decided it would be funny," he spat "To bind Rodolphous and Bellatrix Lestrange, then force them to watch as the 'Light' tortured their seven year old son and kill him by making him bleed to death," he said, wine eyes blazing ruby for a second.
"Oh God," she murmured, her hand hovering above her mouth. "Those bastards! To a defenceless child no less! And making them watch, the poor things," she breathed out, before narrowing her gaze, "How do you know this if you're not a Death-Eater?" she asked.
"About that," Harry began slowly; twiddling his thumbs slowly. "What would you say if I told you he was Voldemort?"
She fainted.
"Well that went well," Tom declared cheerfully, beore rennervating the witch, who shot right up.
"He's the Dark Lord?" she asked in a quiet voice, Harry nodded in agreement before he watched in wonder as she stood and stared defiantly into his lover's eyes.
"Well Mr. Voldemort, I want to become a Death-Eater," she told him, daring him to deny her.
"You sure about this 'Mione?" Harry asked his best-friend.
"Yes, Fred and George were discussing it too, they are going to do it as well I think," she said.
"Well in that case, she can come to the Manor can't she Tom? Please?" he asked, bouncing on his feet once more.
"Oh very well," he acquiesced, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and Hermione stared at the human gesture.
"Wait, he's the Dark Lord," she said, pointing uselessly at him, and Harry grinned at her.
"Yes Herm, we've established this fact."
"You're marrying the Dark Lord!" she shouted into Harry's ear, making him wince.
"Yes Herm."
"You better not hurt him Voldie," she warned him in a dark voice, and Tom visibly gulped.
"I'm not going to hurt him," he told her, resting his chin on an unruly mop of hair "Why do people keep thinking this e dashura? I'm lovely, I deal with your tantrums and everything, plus Sirius has already threatened me and your mum via him, I don't need your best friend joining in too!" he protested making Hermione giggle at the sight of a Dark Lord pouting.
"Okay, nothing else can surprise me today," she stated after controlling her giggles.
"Really?" Harry asked, green eyes full of mischief; she raised an eyebrow. "I'm pregnant!" her eyes widened and Harry swivelled so he was facing shocked wine eyes. "You're going to be a daddy Tom!" he declared.
Voldemort fainted.
Updated: 20/07/12
11193 words (sans: disclaimer; warnings; A/N).