Chapter Five

Despite the advantages of attending the seventh year ball, for Tom the main excitement of the holidays was the ritual on the equinox that would awaken them to the path of sex magic. Harry had conveniently arranged for his parents to be absent. Tom wasn't quite sure how that had been possible, Harry wasn't a Slytherin but he could certainly act like one, or at least achieve the same goals a Slytherin would. Fighting curiosity, Tom inquired, "Harry, how did you arrange for your parents to be absent tonight?"

"Well, I knew ahead of time it was necessary because they would definitely feel the magic and ask awkward questions. My parents might know theoretically that I have had and will continue to have sex no need for them to know I combine it with magic. Urgh! So I told my mother about the power put into rituals done on the equinox. I mentioned to my father that my godfather hadn't updated his wards in ages. And finally I told my godfather we would be doing a sex ritual at the manor and to make sure my parents came over." Harry stat calmly ignoring Tom's hidden shock. It was in the eyes and the facial muscles frozen into blankness.

"You told your godfather we would be doing a sex ritual?" Tom asked incredulity almost overwhelming his fake calm.

"Yup. No way would he help improve any part of the Black house he's living in. It's a trash heap shoved on him as a punishment by his harridan mother he no longer speaks to. He'd rather tear it down and rebuild it from scratch. And you know, he might help it along with the occasional blasting curse."

Tom just shook his head. He had heard the Black's were crazy, but Arcturus in his year seemed fine. He had heard all sorts of stories about Bellatrix Black but every family had its closet or not so closet crazy's. "So your godfather is going to sacrifice his goal of tearing down his house to help us practice sex magic?"

"No. He'll probably disrupt the ward reinforcement so that the wards fall."

"Taking the building with it."

"Probably. At least most of it," Harry stated calmly. He knew Sirius would never risk his parents safety so the explosion wouldn't be too bad.

Tom raised an eyebrow and asked puzzled once more, "And where will he live once he blows up his home?"

"With us, of course." Harry was completely confident that was what would happen. Sirius had stayed with them many times for many months each time. Whether his stay was due to another fight with his family, a bad breakup, or because he was bored( read as lonely) staying in the grim old place.

By the time they finished preparing for the ritual Tom was convinced that Sirius Black was crazy, but had somehow fooled his friends into thinking it was normal at least for him. The stories that Harry told, the things his godfather had let him get away with (flying a racing broom at age six). Concentrating Tom started the ritual chant, he was the supplicant, and he wanted to give the magic to others. Harry on the other hand was the vessel and while Tom could spread the awakening of sex magic, Harry would know how to use it. And he would be responsible for teaching others. But before they even had access to the magic themselves, the trial six sexual fantasies's with the final one completing the ritual awakening. It wasn't just his fantasies but Harry's as well and he was a bit uncertain about the whole thing.

While he and Harry had been having lovely sex, none of it had been particularly kinky. He didn't know Harry's kinks and now he was entering a magically binding ritual promising to act them out. This was practically a Gryffindor leap of faith.

Images formed in the silvery potion in the cauldron between them. The fantasties were almost like picture of the future.

Harry flying them on his broom above the lake while Tom slide into him achingly slowly. The images were practically sizzling and risky but Harry came by it honestly.

Next was Tom's fantasy. They were in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry tied to a four poster bed by animated snakes that obeyed Tom's every command. Harry shivered with arousal.

The third was Harry making love to Tom in his bed in Gryffindor tower. It certainly seemed like Harry had quite an exhibitionist side to him.

The fourth and fifth were wrapped together. At first Tom preparing Harry then putting in a plug, before dressing him in a girl's uniform, blushing the entire time. Then they had sex in the middle of the Slytherin common room, surrounded by people unaware. Harry grinned, explaining something like that would be a massive challenge.

The sixth was having sex in complete silence, no moans, no gasps, just them and the sound of their skin slapping together.

Finally the ritual ended. Harry sat back on his knees, "I definitely need to wank after that, interested in joining me?"

After sorting their mutual pleasure, Harry stated to at least get it out into the open, "So, you want to take me in the seat of your power surrounded by your followers, minions … whatever."

"Tom smirked in return, "So you want me to treat you like a plaything dressed up and prepared awaiting my pleasure."

Harry smiled at the challenge, "And you want to tie me up and penetrate me with snakes at your leisure."

"While you want to ride both you favorite broomsticks at once, "Tom replied.

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. God, they couldn't be more crude or graphic if they tried. "While you want to watch me struggle to hold in every moan, plea and dirty word I say while trying to get off."

Tom smiled, "You want to take me in your bed, in your tower, your home in Hogwarts." Harry blushed, it did seem a bit romantic for a fantasy, but getting Tom to go to Gryffindor tower before this would have been practically impossible. "But I never knew," Tom continued, "that you were such an exhibitionist. I thought shagging in classrooms was because it was convenient and had more room and fewer occupants than the closets.

Harry smiled too sweetly, "How do you know we haven't been seen already?"

Tom was about to refute that ludicrous statement with facts about proximity charms and notice-me-not spells, both of which he had cast whenever he had seen Harry. Because Harry was his and no one got to see Harry like that now that he was Tom's, no matter how much it might turn Harry on. In a way, Tom was very glad Harry was the vessel because he didn't want to see Harry kissing his ex-lovers. Harry would teach him everything he needed to know, getting the knowledge from the ritual would have been a short cut.

There was a commotion at the front door. They both left the ritual chamber, cleaned up quickly as only magic could do, to investigate. And there before their eyes were Harry's parents and Sirius Black entering the house covered in dust and soot. Harry glanced over them all quickly looking for injuries, and then stated to Sirius, "So I take it Operation Obliteration of Grimauld Place was a success."

Harry's parents looked surprised and then chagrined while Sirius laughed joyfully and skipped over to give his godson a hug. "It worked perfectly. You truly are a mastermind genius Harry. With your help someone could take over the world, "Sirius stated with a sharp look at Tom.

Maybe the Black's weren't completely mad after all.

The seventh year New Years Ball was held at Yaxley Manor and Tom was feeling supremely confident despite the fact he had no idea what he was going to do after graduation but that he was going into business. Politics might have been blocked for him but Harry had opened his eyes to a different way of affecting policy and government. It might be a muggle method but despite his disdain for them personally as a society they were much more advanced them the Magical World. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone other than Harry because it wasn't at all supportive of his politics.

Despite not being able to enter the Ministry having the appropriate friends there was important, even more important now. "I heard you left Hogwarts for the holidays Riddle," Yaxley , the parties host asked not exactly confrontationally.

"Yes, I am visiting the Potter family for this Yule season," Tom replied.

"A Light family, not a particularly politic move."

Tom smiled cruelly, "Not as Light as they would seem. If you remember the current Lord Potter's mother was a Black. And despite Lily Potter's muggle background she was practically fostered by Eileen Prince. It was quite a surprise to me when I first encountered the Potter Heir."

"I heard it was something a bit more then encountered," Nott intoned his voice full of innuendo.

Tom smirked, "Yes, we began our passionate affair in the hospital wing. Madame Pompfery was so overwhelmed by our virility she let us use and abuse her beds." The irony practically chocked Nott, but it did bring up the real underlying problem, the curse.

"We have an enemy," Yaxley stated firmly, "without your leadership the movement would noticeably stall."

"No, my friend. The curse would have been much worse, it would have brought me down into madness and probably turn our society completely against our ideals and I become violent in the face of adversity."

"I believe I owe Potter, quite a thanks," Nott stated. He was one of the strongest proponents in their circle for a gradual political change.

"Don't worry, "Tom smirked, " I thanked him quite thoroughly many, many times. He also has an interesting idea on how to implement our changes since the Ministry is blocked to me.

Tom was quite pleased to go back to Hogwarts after the holidays. He had discovered he only had so much tolerance for the insanity that was Sirius Black. He had picked up quite a lot of knowledge of demolition and construction charms as the Potter family helped Black build his new home. Tom was just lucky that they had been invited to help after Black had dealt with the neighboring muggles. He had heard hints of a story about the house being part of a movie set. He had avoided the details.

Sitting at the Slytherin table for dinner of the welcome back feast, Arcturus Black caught his attention with his entirely too genuine smile. "So, I heard you've met my cousin once removed, Sirius Black."

"Yes," Tom stated, "unfortunately."

"Is it true he blew up the Black house by accident on the solstice?" Nott butt in.

"It wasn't by accident," Tom replied.

Arcturus laughed, " That definitely sound like Cousin Sirius. Aunt Walburga screamed for hours when she heard. The place was supposed to be practically indestructible if a mess. She had grown up there when the house was kept up properly."

"Black managed to blow out the wards while 'trying' to reinforce them, thus taking the building with it."

"That's quite smart," Not said.

"Yes. Harry recommended it to him, but I have no idea how he pulled it off. It was a bit scary to meet someone so insane but still quite intelligent," Tom said with an imperceptible shiver.

"And what do you know," Yaxley interrupted, "he's practically family now. Meeting the parents must have gone very well."

Tom groaned, not even attempting to hide it. Sirius was practically family now, because unless death came calling he was never going to let go of Harry Potter. Not that Harry knew that yet, but it was still early on.