Chapter Eleven

"Harry, we need to talk."

It has been four years since Harry and Tom got rid of Quirrell and Voldemort. They were still in the orphanage, but everything was different for the boys. In their second year, someone claiming to be the "Heir of Slytherin" was petrifying Muggleborns. Through shear dumb luck, the couple got their hands on a diary that used to be Voldemort's and, after some choice words from Tom, the diary gave away all, explaining how it was using the youngest Weasley to awaken a great Basilisk inside the castle. Both horrified and impressed, Tom and Harry both decided that it would be best if they keep the diary, and they continued to have it to this day. Third year was a hopeful year for them. They bullied their matron to sign their permission slips to go to Hogsmeade, and they somehow found Harry's godfather! They were both happy, dreaming of living outside the orphanage, only to have it dashed by dementors and a small rat of a man named Pettigrew.

But that changed just a year later at a terrible price. It was as if fate was happily torturing the couple: Harry was forced into a deadly game that, in the end, took the life of a new friend of his named Cedric Diggory. It turned out that the rat Pettigrew and another follower of Voldemort wanted to resurrect their old master. Harry was able to stop the ritual, catching Pettigrew, but he wasn't quick enough to save Cedric, who died in front of his eyes.

Now they were in the orphanage, waiting for word from Harry's godfather as he gave Pettigrew to Dumbledore as soon as he could.

Harry looked up from his bed to Tom. With each passing year it seems that Tom only grew more and more handsome. He was tall, lean, with pale skin and dark eyes that demanded full attention. Harry couldn't count the number of times he lost himself just staring into Tom's eyes, they were like an abyss just quietly whispering to Harry to submit.

"What is it, Tom?" Harry asked.

"I want to officiate our relationship," Tom said. "I think it's time… especially considering how you keep fucking yourself with your fingers every night—don't look bashful, my little snake, I told you that I would be watching."

"And that's why I do it," Harry said.

"Good Boy… but we still need to talk," Tom said. He patted the space next to his bed and Harry sat down next to him. Tom was taller than Harry by a head, so Harry could easily just rest against him. "I hope you know by now that our relationship… isn't like the others'."

"Because we're gay?"

"That, yes, and because we're both into… things that any other people would wince at," Tom said. "I want to be your Dom, Harry, and I want you to be my sub."

"Aren't we like that already?" Harry asked.

"We are, little snake, but I want to make it official," Tom said.

"Okay," Harry said. He moved so he was laying on Tom's lap. Tom's hand automatically moved to slowly stroke his hair. "So… where to start?" he asked.

"Well… I think we should at least understand our roles," Tom said. "As Dom and sub."

"I read your books, and we're keeping that stuff in the bedroom," Harry said flatly. Tom smiled and chuckled as he continued to comb Harry's hair with his fingers.

"Fair enough, Harry," he said. "I am the Dom, when we play around, I command you obey."

"And I am the sub," Harry said. "I hold the true power because I set the limits."

Tom nodded, "Exactly, Good Boy. Now… I'm willing to do everything under the sun, just to try it, how about you?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning in confusion.

"Well, you know, kinks and stuff," Tom said. "Like how you stick your entire fist inside your ass. There are many different ways people get aroused and show their arousal Harry. Let's see… there's Dom/sub, which we already practice, fisting, which you do an excellent job of, little snake, let's see…" He looked away from his sub to the erotic books that surrounded Tom's bed. "Oh! This one is about pup play," he said.

"Pup play?"

"Basically we act and behave like you're my pet and I'm your owner," Tom said.

"Oh, sounds interesting," Harry smiled.

"It does," Tom nodded. "There's also stuff like Daddy play where, again, I'm your Daddy and you're the boy."

"So I would call you Daddy Tom?" Harry laughed.

"Hey, don't laugh at it, boy," Tom snickered.

"You're laughing!" Harry said, pointing an accusing finger at Tom.

"No I'm not boy, and if you continue like this, I'm going to have to punish you," Tom said in a commanding tone.

"Oh? And what is Daddy going to do—woah!" With surprising strength, Tom hooked his arms under Harry's legs and lifted them into the air, revealing his clothed butt. Holding his legs with one arm, he placed his free hand on Harry's butt before smirking, "Why give you a spanking of course," before whacking Harry's butt with a powerful, loud spank.

"Ow!"

"That is another kink people have… physical punishment usually in the form of spanking," Tom smirked. "For the naughty boys."

"Since when were you so strong? Ow… it stings," Harry whined.

"It's supposed to hurt, Harry, it's punishment," Tom said. He gently let Harry's legs fall to the bed and returned his hand to combing through Harry's hair. Harry gave a low whine, but closed his eyes. "Let's see… what else is there," Tom mused.

"How about… I give you consent, Tom, to do whatever you want to my body?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed. "You know that you already own me in a certain way, you know that I love you, right?"

"Of course, little snake, and I love you," Tom said easily. Harry gave a content hum as he shifted on Tom's lap. Tom chuckled and said, "Sleepy?"

"You just make me really relaxed," Harry said. "Think I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes…"

"Then at least take your glasses off before you do so," Tom chuckled.

"Can't. Too tired, you do it."

"Harry," Tom said warningly.

"What? It's the job of the Dom to take care of his sub," Harry said, sticking a tongue out cheekily. Tom sighed and gently slipped Harry's glasses off before spanking him.

"It is also the Dom's job to punish his sub for cheekiness," Tom said.

"Too tired to complain… just comb my hair please," Harry said.

"Of course, just moved so I can lean against the wall, one of us might as well work," Tom complained and the two moved so Tom could lean against the wall as Harry rested in his lap. "Sleep little snake, I'll take care of you."

"You always do."

Soon the room was full of Harry's soft snoring. Tom checked to make sure his boyfriend was truly asleep before reaching under his pillow for the book that he was reading. It was a book on the Dark Arts that Harry got for him during their last visit to Diagon Alley. The sub slipped away into Knockturn Alley and brought it for him.

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A couple of days after their officiating their relationship, Tom and Harry were surprised by Matron barging into their room. "Right, you two out," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, out, both of you, you don't live here anymore," Matron said.

"Don't live here! Are you kidding me?" Tom demanded.

"No she is not," a voice said. Matron moved out of the way for a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair and a gaunt face. "Hello boys," he said.

"Sirius!" Harry gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"He's here to adopt you, not get packing," Matron said. "I need the room for extra laundry, you have half an hour." She gave them a disgusted look and walked away muttering about poofs.

Sirius just smiled and looked between the two of them, "What a horrible woman," he said. He rubbed his hands enthusiastically and said, "Well boys, let's get packing."

"Sirius, what's going on? I don't understand," Harry said.

"Well, where to start," Sirius said as he looked around the room and pulled out Harry's and Tom's trunks. "Dumbledore thought that it would be dangerous, Harry, for you to stay here, since we are certain that You-Know-Who is not gone for good. What you told us what happened at the graveyard is proof of that. You-Know-Who is still out there somewhere, and he will come back. I'm guessing you haven't been reading the Prophet, have you?"

"Matron hates owls coming here with letters, she even threatened to cook Hedwig, so we canceled out subscription," Tom said.

Sirius frowned and looked at the caged snowy-white owl who was currently sleeping. "That's too bad," he said. "Well, all the better reason for you two to leave. Now where was I—ah yes! The Ministry is not very happy with Dumbledore right now, they refuse to think of the possibility that Voldemort might come back. They even started a smear campaign against him and you Harry."

"Me? Why me?" Harry asked.

"I'm guessing, love, it is because of the fact that you refuse to have a normal year," Tom said as he began to gather his books, making sure that Sirius cannot see the titles. Sirius stopped and looked between the two of them. "'Love?'" he repeated.

"Yes, we're dating," Tom said.

"Okay," Sirius shrugged. "Then I'll just make sure you get separate rooms. Now, the Ministry is trying to paint the two of you to look like maniacs, but I wouldn't worry about that for now. You two will be far too busy during the rest of the summer. Headquarters is much too filthy to be remotely livable."

"Headquarters?" Harry asked.

"Why for the Order of the Phoenix, of course," Sirius said. "My mother recently passed away, thank god, and with no other heir, my family home came under my possession. I don't want it so I offered it to Dumbledore to use for headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore wants both of you there to keep you safe. He was actually very keen, strangely enough, about you Tom."

"Interesting," Tom muttered.

"Yes, anyway I thought that the best thing to do was to adopt you both, keep you away from this orphanage for good," Sirius said.

Both Harry and Tom stopped what they were doing. The realization that they were gone for good from their orphanage hit them as the looked at Sirius. "Thank you," Harry whispered.

"You're welcome Harry, now I believe we should finish packing. Ahh," He turned and opened Hedwig's cage. He pulled out a small piece of parchment from his pocket and searching aimlessly for a quill before Harry just handed him a pencil. "Thank you. Just telling Dumbledore that I got you two." He said as he wrote the note. He rolled it up and tied it around Hedwig, who woke up with an annoyed hoot. She flew away, and the three quickly packed all of Harry's and Tom's belongings in their trunks.

Harry looked around. It was weird seeing the room so empty. He and Tom lived in this room for most of their lives, and now… they were leaving, going away with Sirius to someplace different, someplace magical, someplace where they don't have to mostly hide who they were. Sirius looked around the empty room and said, "Right, do we have everything? Then let's go."

He took Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage while the boys carried Tom's trunk out of their room for the last time.

Nobody said goodbye to them, and they did not say goodbye to anyone as they got onto the busy streets of London. "Right! Let's get on our way," Sirius said. "We have a bit a way to go."

"Where are we going anyway?" Tom asked.

"Islington," Sirius said, and he began walking. Thankful that their trunks had wheels, Tom and Harry followed Sirius. They took an odd route to wherever they were going. Sirius kept turning into what Harry would have sworn would be normally dead ends, but they seemed to actually have another opening that led to a different place in London. Five minutes in, Harry felt he was completely lost, and they continued walking for another half hour until, at last, they stop in front of a row of houses. Sirius pulled out a piece of parchment and gave it to both Tom and Harry. "Memorize the address," he said.

Harry and Tom looked down at the parchment and read:

12 Grimmauld Place

They looked up at the row of apartment housing. One had number eleven, and the other had thirteen. Harry was confused for a moment until, he saw in disbelief as the two buildings started to move apart, another building sort of inflating to take up the space between them. It grew and grew until it was the same size as the others, it's plaque reading 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Come on, come on," Sirius said, already pulling Hedwig's cage and Harry's trunk up the stairs. Harry and Tom followed Sirius up the stairs towards the door. Sirius took out his wand and tapped the door numerous times, muttering to himself, before it opened without a noise. The three walked in and the door closed by itself. Harry looked around.

It was dark, the walls had a musty smell to them, dust hanged thickly in the air and the floor felt completely uncomfortable underneath his feet. There was an umbrella stand made of a troll's foot next to them, and hanging all over the walls were portraits of people sleeping, mostly covered by curtains. The biggest portrait covered by a drape.

"Now, we have to be very quiet here," Sirius whispered.

"Why do you have to be—"

Harry's question was answered instantly as the large heavy drape covering the largest portrait slid open by itself revealing an old woman in a black cap who was screaming as though she was being tortured. It was the most realistic—and the most unpleasant life size portrait he has seen in his life.

"FILTH! SCUM! BY-PRODUCTS OF DIRT AND VILENESS! HAFT-BREEDS, MUTANTS, FREAKS, BEGON FROM THIS PLACE! HOW DARE YOU BEFOUL THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS—"

Her screaming woke the whole house up as the next thing Harry knew, all the portraits were screaming. Sirius dropped Harry's trunk and cage and ran to pull back the moth-eaten velvet curtain just as another, somewhat familiar, voice screamed, "I HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR MOANING!" And the plump figure of Mrs. Weasley came running into the foyer to help Sirius pull close the curtain that did not seem to want to budge. Tom and Harry stood in shock as the two adults struggled to close the curtain, but the moment they did so the screaming stopped.

Giving a tired sigh, Sirius turned and smiled apologetically to Harry and Tom, "I'm sorry that you had to meet my mother," he said.

Mrs. Weasley turned around to see Harry and Tom. "Boys you're here," She said happily as she rushed towards them to squeeze them into a hug. Harry had to stifle a laugh as he looked at Tom's uncomfortable face. They have somehow… Harry has somehow kept their budding friendship with Ron going, which led to the Weasley inviting them over during the summer once he learned that they both lived in an orphanage. "Ron and the others are here too, they're upstairs helping me clean up the place—oh but you two must be hungry now, leave those trunks, we'll bring them up later to your room."

"Separate rooms, please," Sirius said. "They are dating, Molly, and I don't want them up late."

"O-Ohh… yes that will be difficult," Mrs. Weasley frowned. "But we'll figure it out, come on you two."

Tom leaned towards Harry as they walked. "Free at last," he smiled.

"Free at last," Harry nodded.

"I'm sure we can learn a lot here," Tom said. "In fact, once we're alone, love, there's another talk I want to have with you."

"Tom, I told you already, you can do whatever you want with my body," Harry said, giving Tom a flirty look. Tom rolled his eyes and said, "Not about that, little snake." He glanced towards Sirius and Mrs. Malfoy then hissed softly, "Dark Magic."

"Ohh…okay," Harry nodded.

The two did not get a change to be alone for some time. Mrs. Weasley insisted on feeding them three servings of late breakfast, and Sirius was following them around like an overly protective parent, even after the two agreed that Harry would sleep with Ron while Tom rooms with the twins. They brought their trunks into their rooms, and Tom offered to help Harry unpack. "We'll leave the door open," Tom promised.

"Fine… but if you two start kissing heavily—"

"All we do is just kiss Sirius, don't worry," Harry said sweetly. Sirius stared at Harry's innocent expression for a moment before allowing them to be alone.

Tom waited until they were certain that Sirius was gone before hissing to Harry, "Don't speak English, just in case."

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about with Dark Magic?" Harry asked.

"Besides the fact that this might offer us an earlier change to continue practicing it? I am thinking that we should talk about what that other me has done," Tom said.

"You mean Voldemort?"

"Yes."

"What about him?"

"He's dead… right? We've seen him… or at least those dust things die in our first year. I've used the Killing Curse. Yet people like Crouch Jr. and Pettigrew tried to bring him back," Tom said.

"I know—they even had something in that giant stone cauldron before I destroyed it. It looked weird, like a cup or something," Harry said.

"Maybe… maybe it is possible for Voldemort to split himself again, just as he and I split fifty or sixty years ago," Tom said. "And those split parts became different versions of the Dark Lord, like the diary, or this cup thing."

"So you're thinking that maybe they're right? Dumbledore and the others? That he's still out there?" Harry asked.

"Maybe, but, my little snake, my sweet submissive, I believe that he, Voldemort, has passed his time. Perhaps… someone else should take up the mantle of Dark Lord. Someone younger, smarter, someone with a wickedly devilish Potter on their side," Tom smirked. He opened Harry's trunk and fished around a little until he pulled out a small black-leather diary.

"Wherever you go, you know I'll follow, Tom," Harry said.

"So, we're at an agreement?" Tom asked. Harry smiled and took the diary from Tom's hand, throwing it haphazardly onto the bed.

"Yes…Daddy," he smirked. Tom snickered and pulled Harry into a kiss, both boys falling onto Harry's new bed, rolling over the old, yellow-paged diary.

A/N: Leave a review and tell me what you think! This begins the second half of the story, and Harry's and Tom's uprising in sexual debauchery and Dark Arts.