Hola everybody! I know I say this like in every update but I'm Über sorry for taking forever to update. I've seriously been meaning to type this out but I got the hard classes this semester and they take up a bunch of my time.... Anyways I ensure you that the story is only going to keep getting more interesting... I plan to make this story around twenty five chapters long so we still have quite a ride to go...
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So without further ado he'res the seventh chappie of The Only One!!!
Warnings for this chapter: Some angst, foul language and cruel hilarity (believe me you'll understand when you get to that part)
Bold means the manifestation of the Eternus Vox is speaking.
Italics means Parseltongue
Underline means an otherworldly Power (youll understand when you get there)
Harry lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling of his and Tom's room. It had been over a week since their little escapade at Hogwarts and he still hadn't been able to remember the finer details of Dumbledore's death. All he could remember was a voice and then anger- uncontrollable anger.
"Love?"
He turned his head to see Tom standing at their doorway, holding a single black rose and Harry felt his heart thump faster- yes it was cliché, but it was also romantic as hell. Harry pulled himself off the bed and all but ran into his lover's arms. He didn't quite understand how the attraction had transformed into something that consumed him so completely, but at this point he didn't care. He loved being surrounded by the warmth of the Dark Lord's love.
Tom smiles and places the rose behind Harry's ear, loving the way it looks in contrast to the evergreen eyes of his lover. Harry smiled and they both lean in to each other, Harry having to tiptoe even with his glamoured height.
"I love you Harry"
"As I do you Tom..."
They gaze into each other's eyes, and they lean in even closer until all Harry can feel is Tom's breath; that's when the door opens.
"Hullo my so- Ahh... M-my Lord..."
Both lovers turn to see James in the doorway of their room and Tom sighs, reluctantly moving away from Harry. The air gets tense and a long moment of awkwardness engulfs the room.
"Urm.... Hullo... d-dad..."
James nodded and had an expression that flitted from bewilderment to a look that clearly said he'd rather be anywhere but here.
"Jamey-boy!"
Sirius stumbles into the room, with Rodolphus soon following; amazingly he gets along with his cousin's husband very well. He looks first at James and smiles widely and Harry smiles; his beloved godfather seems to have been drinking in the middle of the watched as his godfather's gaze latched onto himself and Tom; he knew that they didn't have to explain themselves but being caught in the situation was rather embarrassing.
"What did you need James?"
Tom's voice is warm but stern, telling his father (rather obviously) that his prescience is not going to be tolerated for much longer; Harry smiled up at his lover and then buried his burning face into his chest- he can only imagine what is going through his father's head at the moment.
"Not much, my lord. I merely wanted some time with him."
Tom nods, but does not let Harry go, and Harry's father sighs somewhat exasperatedly. Sirius shifts uncomfortably and switches his gaze from Harry and Tom to James, who is looking like he would very much like to rip Tom's arms off and take Harry someplace he could never get to. Tom chuckles as he reads Harry's train of thought but scowls at James; the man's thoughts were rather insufferable.
"My lords!"
Lucius slams open the door and stares at everyone in the room, James and Sirius in particular.
"What is it Lucius?" Harry turns from Tom's chest to gaze up at his lover, whose patience is running out.
"Our borders have been breached! Apparently the Order of Phoenix learned of our location and now they are attacking the northern wall!"
"Idiots, they have no idea the mistake they've made. Harry stay with me. James, Sirius, and Rodolphus go to the eastern wall and if they haven't begun attacking there I want you to sneak up on them and take out as many of them as you possibly can. Lucius, command the forces at the north wall and give me a report in fifteen minutes; assuming this skirmish lasts that long."
James, Lucius, Sirius and Rodolphus sweep out of the room and Tom reaches for Harry's black cloak while his shorter lover puts on his mask. Harry looks ruefully at the bed, and Tom chuckles as he catches his lover's line of sight.
"Later, my love. Let's get rid of the idiots out front first."
"I'm holding you to that Tom."
Tom smiles and then kisses Harry rather roughly and they both smile identical grins as the screaming begins; the battle should be escalating to a bloodbath by now. They apparate to the northernmost hallway and continue on foot, until Tom grasps Harry's wrist and pulls him in for another blood-searing kiss. The screaming continues and by the time both Harry and Tom make their entrance, the ground is covered by a carpet of red. James is leading the band of Death Eaters and has McGonagall up in the air, her face contorted in agony as he closes his hand, which increases the pressure of the invisible hand around her neck. Harry's attention is drawn elsewhere to where Sirius is fighting Lupin, who has several red gashes along his upper torso. He smiles as the fight heats up, when he feels something land on his back.
"Attack!"
Harry spins around, trying to ascertain what is on his back, but it's too late; an unseen force of the Order are pouring into the northern plaza. Leading is Hermione and Ron, on horseback. Harry watches, eyes wide, as Hermione lifts her wand and he rises off the ground. He looks down for Tom, only to realize he is nowhere to be seen.
"TOM!"
Harry struggles as he feels his power being slowly sapped away. Hermione smiles a toothy smile of triumph.
"What the hell are you doing to me?!"
"Nothing much, my Prince. I just attached a magic seal to your back. Until I remove it, you will never cast another spell again; think of it as revenge for Dumbledore!"
She frowns and lifts her wand higher, as the screams reach a crescendo; it takes a while for Harry to realize the screams are coming from him.
"Let him go."
Harry looks down and sees Tom behind Hermione, clutching her with his wand at her throat. Her face is pale and her eyes speak of the deepest pits of fear.
"No.. STOP IT!"
She shrieks as he pushes the wand into her throat and her screams only get louder as the wand disappears, centimeter by centimeter into her pale skin.
"Put him down and I'll stop; It'll all stop then. I can promise you that much."
Hermione screams and lowers her wand slowly and Harry whimpers as the magic begins to trickle back into him. It feels like pins and needles are being pushed into his skin all at once, and the muscles are going into overdrive. Tom looks up, eyes gleaming redder than ever and knocks Hermione unconscious and sends her to the dungeons; Harry can tell her suffering is nowhere near over. His feet touch the ground and immediately his knees buckle and he catches himself on his hands. Harry pants and looks up at Tom, who makes a swiping movement with his arm, and the Order members die immediately. His wrath really is something to behold.
"Harry!"
Tom drops to his knees next to Harry and cradles the teen in his arms, not realizing what was to come.
Tom watches Harry as he sleeps; for the past two days he has been unwell and the lack of development worried Tom. Usually Harry was a ball of energy, but ever since that Granger bitch tried to take his magic, he hadn't been the same. He was lethargic, and didn't eat well. He had no sense of balance and couldn't even cast the easiest of spells; and that was when he was doing good. When he was doing bad he was catatonic and didn't (or couldn't) speak to anyone, not even the Dark Lord himself. It was a mystery what was going on and he had a feeling that he would have to call a Healer here to get Harry back to normal, something he had wanted to avoid, considering that Harry was a user of the Eternus Vox. That power.. it did strange things to the body; you didn't run at normal temperature and could withstand extreme conditions, your muscle content was higher than humanly possible and the magic was so concentrated that it was separated into three parts that were located in different parts of the body.
Harry's POV
It's cold, and misty here... Where am I?
You're inside your inner magical core. This is where I live.
What do you mean?
I mean that when you need to call on my power that I reside here. It makes it easier to channel the magic.
A figure steps out of the mist and I gasp as I catch a glimpse of their face; it's me.
Don't insult me mortal. I only take on your shape because I reside in you. I am shapeless; I am Power.
I step back a bit, as the light that surrounds me dims. I don't know what is going on, but I feel that this scene has happened before. That I've been here before with this same person.
That's because you have Harry. When you were first born, you came here and fought me for dominance. You won that battle, and I have been preparing for the past two days another challenge. I don't want to live under your rule!
I stumble back, amazed at his words; what would it be like to be trapped here, in this cold mist?
It's terrible, but you get used to it. Now...
He points a pale hand at a box where two wands I gasp as I realize something. They are both my wand.
They aren't your wands. One is, but only in spirit. The other holds my power and if you choose it then you can wield my power. If you lose then you are to be exiled here and..
He grins widely showing pearly whites.
I will take over your body, your mind. Your lover.
Leave Tom out of this!
He walks toward me and then in a flash of light, he drapes his arm over my shoulders and holds my waist.
I could always take you instead.
Never!
Fine take it the hard way. Now choose the wand and keep in mind the consequences if you choose wrong.
He releases me and pushes me forward. I look down at the box and will it rises and I scrutinize the wands. Then I smile as I find the wand. I pick the one on the left and immediately feel myself being lifted up. The wand soars out of my hand and light replaces the mist. The light warms me and I feel the snake that goes down my neck to my chest slither in contentedness. Then pain hits me on my back. I double over as I feel something trying to push through my skin. I don't know if I scream, but the pain is mind numbing. Then it's gone. I open my eyes and now I'm in front of a mirror and my eyes widen even more as I see what has happened. I've changed from the clothes I was in and now I'm clad from head to toe in black. I'm taller and even more wiry than before. My hair touches my shoulder and covers half of my face. Then I catch sight of them. Two beautiful fluffy black wings. I flap them and laugh as my hair rises up with the wind. It is only then that I see my scar is gone.
Damn it.. Of all the luck.. Well.. until.. we.. meet.. again... Harry.. Potter...
I turn and see my clone fade away in the mist, until theres nothing where he was standing not even a minute ago.
Regular POV
"Tom..."
Tom looked around the room, wondering who was calling him; only Harry could call him that. Then he sighed as he saw Nagini appear before him. She was in her human form. Her skin was pale and white blond hair flows down her back. Her green eyes pierce him and he can only think that whatever she has to say is important.
"Yes Nagini?"
"Look at Harry, and be amazed at what will happen."
He turned to Harry and his eyes widened in amazement as the strangest thing he had ever seen begins. Harry was glowing with a pale green light, then he stretched slightly and his hair ruffled. Tom gasped as he saw that Harry's lightning shaped scar was gone. His hair shot down to his shoulder. Then his eyes opened. They were pale silver and spoke of infinite knowledge.
"Tom Riddle."
It wasn't Harry's voice, but a cooler, deeper voiced.
"Yes?"
"I am here to inform you that in six months something will happen to change your life. No matter what you must be with Harry on the fifth of January at the moment before midnight. If you arrive after the clock strikes twelve and it becomes January the sixth then all will be lost to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do."
"Okay then. I will take my leave now and let your lover return to this realm."
Harry's eyes close and when they reopen, they are shining bright and are filled with tears.
"TOM!"
He launches himself at his lover and when their lips meet all warnings and thoughts are forgotten. It is only them in that moment of forever.
-Bites on hankerchief- T.T omigosh that is the longest I've ever taken to write a chappie.. Well I hope you guys liked it!
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-EmoEccentrica
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