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-I made myself cry at the very end.
Harish stroked Ramchandra's back as he flipped through the Warding book. The tiger was no longer a cub and had grown extremely large in the past six years. He was a very prim and proper sort of creature and was a young lord of class and sophistication.
Of course that was only when company visited. Rammy was a mushball of affection once he and Harish were alone together. His blue eyes shined intensely as they watched Harish mark down notes about certain Runes that could be linked together through Runic Chains.
A trill from the feline had the young wizard pulling away from his hard work. "I know I'm working too hard, but I just have to develop the method. You never know when life will end."
The big cat seemingly quirked a brow at Harish's answer and gave a low growl.
Harish held his hand up as if in surrender. "Well what do you want me to do?!"
The tiger let loose a roar. Not one of anger, as they'd been together long enough for Harish to tell the difference. This was a call. A signal. A summoning.
A moment later, three little, white cubs scampered into the room, tripping over each other in hopes of winning their little race. Their mother Shristi, followed at a more sedate pace, head lifted regally as she took her seat on the lounge beside her mate.
Bending down, Harish grabbed one of the cubs and plopped her on his lap. Her name was Vijaya and she was an energetic little thing, always ready to play and have fun.
Rammy head butted the cub and sent Harish a telling look, making him sigh.
"We're on the brink of war, Rammy-"
He received a snuffle of annoyance at the use of the nickname.
"-I wouldn't bring a child into this world at the moment. Not when something could go horribly wrong. Not when they could grow up without me."
Rammy huffed and trilled once more, before settling down beside his mate as the cubs trickled about the drawing room, playing chase.
Harish was given something to think of however.
Would he ever get to have children with Tom?
"Dumbledore has formed an opposing faction and labeled them in honor of his Phoenix," Tom said a few weeks later, doing his paperwork at the dinner table.
Harish's head fell into his palm as he sighed. "What is it?"
Tom's lips quirked attractively, "The Order of the Phoenix."
The younger wizard stared at his husband for a second, before cracking a laugh or ten. "And the objective? Or is it simply to tear down all of our efforts?"
Tom placed the paper down and linked his fingers, completely ignoring the food the House Elves had made for him. "Not only does the senile, old fool seek to destroy what we have been working so meticulously to achieve, but he plans to abolish all laws in favor of Pureblood traditions and wants us to connect with the Muggle World."
Both shared a look of disgust at the very thought.
"He thinks that they will understand us and want to be 'our friends'," sneered Tom, bunny marking the words. "He seems to have forgotten the three times in history our people were burned at the stake simply for having magic. Or the times that innocents in general were burned alive simply because they were assumed to have magic.
Disobey the reverend, you're possessed by the devil. Eat pork, you're a despicable being. Attempt to move above your station and you need corrective, enforced punishment."
The Dark Lord then mumbled, "It's okay to kill a child needlessly but not okay to thank Magick for blessing us. Barmy bastard."
Harish knew that was a dig against Dumbledore especially. Tom had shared his thoughts and experience in losing Harish's former incarnation, Haraldr. Harish believed that Dumbledore was the one to murder the boy and it was just another reason for him to despise the old codger.
Harish placed a soothing hand on Tom's arm and smiled comfortingly. "We'll take care of him and his precious Order of Flaming Flamingos, darling. Don't worry."
With a very un-lord-like snort, Tom nodded, taking Harish's hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles.
"Yes, we will."
Severus was a twitchy little thing, Harish realized. Adorable too, but very twitchy. Though being in the presence of one of the most powerful wizards in history had to have played a part in that twitchiness.
"I have overheard a prophecy regarding you, my Lord," the teen said, eyes trained on the floor.
The Dark Lord went rigid and Harish leaned closer to hear clearer.
"Speak," ordered Tom, all business now.
"Dumbledore decided to give a job interview to Cassandra Trelawney's granddaughter, Sibyll, in a private room at the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade. I was able to hear some of their conversation and part of the prophecy before the barkeep found me eavesdropping and threw me from the establishment.
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.'"
Severus' head bowed lower. "I apologize for not learning of the rest, my Lord."
Harish turned to regard his husband, who looked ready to spit fire. Deciding that he was much too emotional to speak any further, Harish took over.
"Thank you for your work, Severus. Go home and rest and return tomorrow at noon for possible debriefing."
The young follower bowed once against and backed from the room.
Harish sealed the doors with a flick of his wand and set up a silencing charm. "Tom?" he asked hesitantly.
"I need… to stop that prophecy."
"We need to know all of it first," Harish corrected. "You can't just jump into these things, love."
Tom sighed, "I need to know all of it. Who do we know that is pregnant and due within the next few months?"
Harish sighed, "The grapevine at work says that the Potter's, Bones', Longbottoms, Malfoys, MacMillans, Crabbes, Goyles, Parkinsons, Weasleys, Zabini, Smiths, and several others are expecting."
"Who is expecting in July?"
"The Potters and the Longbottoms."
He waited as his husband thought everything through.
"You can't… be thinking of killing a child, are you?" he asked hesitantly, feeling sad at the very thought.
"They will kill me, Harish."
"All we know is that they have the 'power to vanquish' you. Kill was not mentioned. We need all the facts first, Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
"Fine, fine! Facts first!"
Harish had never been in a raid before, but with so many of the Knights out of commission from either injury or familial expectations, Harish had to join his husband on the battlefield.
It was eleven forty-seven on the eve of the first day of August. The sun had gone down hours ago, leaving Harish minimal time to prepare.
He was a fighter, but his skills were better directed toward teaching and educating others. He didn't like fighting and was saddened that a war had been required at all.
Taking up his Runic Ring, Harish slipped it on over his wrist and tied the ends together. It had taken time and effort, but he was certain that should he perish this night, the Ring would activate upon his promise. Blood Runes were illegal in Britain but Harish didn't care about petty laws. He had a promise to keep and he'd keep it.
The runes glowed a bright red for a mere second, before bleeding back into the dark brown of the twine they'd been meticulously carved on.
Harish bent down an rubbed his head against Rammy's, "If I do not return this evening, know that I love you very much and that you were the best familiar anyone could ask for." He'd left a note in his room instructing Tom to deposit the family of tigers back in Nepal if he did die. He didn't want their comfort to be at stake simple because of him.
The tiger let out a pained whine, but headbutted him anyway.
Without looking back, Harish strode from the room with a confidence that he didn't truly feel.
"MY LORD!"
The screech echoed through the small village, almost loud enough to shatter the windows.
Spells were flying, curses were thrown about. Harish had been fighting alongside Bellatrix. She was a darling most of the time, except when fighting. He and Tom had taught he well and it was nice to see the fruits of their labors before them.
But Harish had been trying to concentrate when he was hit with a spell. It was probably the most terrifying curse he'd ever encountered.
The air around him was gathering. Spinning round and round. A vortex much too fast for him to break through. And the air was slowly receding from him. He couldn't breathe!
And so cued Bella's hoarse wail for her lord, as she was still trying to fight off their gathered opponents on her own.
And Voldemort descended upon them with a fury that could tear Olympus apart. He unleashed the largest serpent of flame that Harish had ever witnessed, eradicating the Aurors and Order members from existence.
Harish panicked and looked around for his wand. He dove for it, his last breaths leaving him with the effort. Wrapping shaking fingers around the hilt, the wizard covered himself in the Bubblehead Charm and finally breathed in relief.
It was actions like that that made him such a good wizard. Thinking outside the box.
Of course his relief was outlived when the simple vortex of wind suddenly became a flaming typhoon.
There were no flame resistant charms on his clothing. The Anti-Apparition and Anti-Portkey Wards had been thrown up minutes ago.
He cast Aguamenti, in an attempt to create a geyser effect to shoot himself up out of the flames, but the fire was so hot and the water was so cold, that it steamed and evaporated on contact.
"HARISH!"
Realizing what would happen to him and feeling just a little cocky for knowing that it would, Harish concentrated his magic and lifted his wand to the sky, the small hole at the top of the burning maelstrom barely giving him any room to see the darkness above him.
As fire constricted him to a small space, edging in tighter and tighter around him, Harish Hamish Slytherin sent off one last spell, illuminating the sky with glowing, green letters.
'I will always come back to you.'
The Runic Ring burned against his wrist and he could feel it deep inside of him being. It had worked.
An anguished scream rent the air as darkness and flame overtook him and he was purified through fire and triumph at his genius finally paying off.
I love you, Tom.
Voldemort would kill them all. He'd kill every single member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Dumbledore would suffer before his death. And it would be glorious!
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