His back arched in a bow, strung by Tom's masterful touch. A wicked longing to be laid out for the man's pleasure licked up Harry's spine. He panted, struggling to hold onto any coherent thought. Tom mouthed at his pebbled nipple over the thin fabric of his shirt, flicking the distended nub that seemed to have a direct connection to the throbbing hardness pressed between their bodies. Tom lifted up his pelvis away with a low, wicked laugh muffled against Harry's chest, much to the green eyed wizard's displeasure. Harry scissored his thighs together in a desperate attempt to feel any kind of friction. Tom slid his big hands down Harry's sides, taking all his clothes off by magic and with it his inhibitions.
Harry gasped as cool air met the heated flesh of his newly exposed body. Tom maneuvered his legs between Harry's trembling thighs until his legs were spread wide apart, open to Tom's perusal. Little whimpers of distress escaped Harry's lips, and his hands flew to Tom's chest trying to push him away. For some reason, having been dressed had somehow convinced him he was in control. Now, without even the barest covering he felt too vulnerable. Tom was dressed from head to toe while he, in a few touches, was left absolutely bare.
Tom clamped his teeth around his nipple, making soothing sounds until the younger wizard marginally settled down. He laid his body more firmly over Harry, protecting the beautiful boy from the chill and providing a cover that lulled him into a temporary sense of safety.
"Do you want to know what I like about you?" Tom moved down the slight divide between his pecs to mouth over the dips and curves do his stomach.
Harry shook his head, then nodded. He didn't know if he was saying whether he didn't know or if that he wanted to know what he liked. But Tom seemed to understand the conflicting answer.
"I like feeling your power, restrained and bursting to be free," he said as he pulled away and rose up to his knees, "your magic, it calls to me. It tempts me, makes me…." Tom gripped his thighs and pulled Harry towards him until the apex of the younger man's thighs fit snugly to the growing bulge in his pants. He shrugged off his robes then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt with one hand, the other rubbing a spot at the crease where Harry's thighs met his pelvis.
"Makes you what?" Harry's voice was hushed. Tom looked like a pagan god as he striped himself, revealing the smooth muscles beneath. His chest was hairless and unmarked. As the shirt parted, Harry spied a dark treasure trail starting at his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Harry blushed when he saw his legs splayed obscenely over Tom's thighs. He tried to hide his shame behind his hands but Tom, as wicked as he was would not let him. The older man pried Harry's arms away from his face and held them down on the bed by his waist.
"Want to crush it," he continued, "crush you" He lowered his head and licked around Harry's navel. "Consume you." He moved down to dangerous territory, nosing at the wiry hairs at the base of Harry's cock. His teeth opened against the skin and sharp canine teeth scraped over it. Harry's leg jerked involuntary but Tom's hands moved quickly to hold down each of his ankles to the cool silken sheets.
"Nggh," Harry groaned, grounding his head against the floor. With his freed hand, he stifled another moan agasint his knuckles.
Tom slipped his mouth over the length of his engorged cock and sucked in the purple head. His tongue probed beneath the hood and circled underneath the helmet like head. The wicked man flicked his tongue against the slit and pressed into it. He then sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and this time Harry did scream. Tom chuckled around the shaft, but still kept his mouth clamped on it. He mouthed the sensitive flesh, licking up slick creaminess dribbling copiously out of the younger wizard's cock.
Harry thought he was going to go out of his mind when Tom stiffened his tongue and poked into his slit harder this time. Harry clamped his thighs around Tom's head. All of his senses were focused entirely on that magical mouth and tongue. The sensation of chilly air ghosting over his sweat sheened skin, the tickles of Tom's hair abraiding his thighs – it was all multiplied tenfold until he thought his whole body was one big pulsating nerve ending. Just one more touch and he'd shatter into a million pieces.
"Merlin, please – please, I need, oh god!" He didn't know what he was pleading for, but Tom did. He swallowed down Harry's entire length on one excruting, gratifying suck until the tip hit the back of the dark lords throat. All Harry felt was hot and wet and slick and it was all together too much and not enough. But as Tom masterfully played with his organ, a finger slid up his trembling thighs and circled his hidden rosebud. Harry didn't have time to kick Tom away from between his thighs before that finger used the generous precum and saliva dripping down his cock and pooling between his crack as lubrication. The long digit slid inside in one glorious thrust and Harry could breath no longer.
His thighs tensed, and he half sat up as his orgasm crashed through his body. It started as a small tingle at the pinnacle of his cock but spread like a wildfire through his body until he was burning from the inside out. Even the tips of his fingers tingled. Tom swallowed down his seed, his mouth just at the tip. When Harry collapsed back boneless and mindless, Tom sucked hard on the sensitive flesh. His finger churned inside of the younger wizard and unerringly brushed in determined strokes against his prostate, sending him down another turbulent orgasm-too fast, too hard but the pain just added to the pleasure.
When he recovered, Tom's face was hovering above his. He kissed him, sharing the taste of his spend and Harry moaned at the unfamiliar taste. Wrapping his arms around Tom's neck like a vise, he sucked at the older wizards tongue and lapped up the remnants of his musky release from the hot cavern of Tom's mouth.
It was a shocking bolt to his satiated body when Tom knifed up, his eyes narrowed but unseeing. He chanted something underneath his breath, but with no wand it couldn't be anything beyond a basic spell. Nothing happened, no glow, no gust fo wind, nothing that followed the chant.
But there was a hint of something…something Harry couldn't quite put a finger on. Tom's words held a darker, deeper meaning and Harry wondered if his own naiveté and his desperation was leading him down a path that darker than the one he was on.
But Tom gave him no further time to think; probably having noticed the inkling of uncertainly creeping into his emerald eyes, he kissed Harry. Harry concentrated all his being into that kiss, banishing all the doubts and worries to the back of his mind.
Tom licked a path down his sternum and straight down to his stomach toned by years of quiditch. Swirling his tongue into Harry's navel, he pointed his tongue and dipped it into the cusp. Harry had never known that place was sensitive but it seemed there was a direct connection of nerves from his belly button to those fluttering butterflies that signaled his undoing. Harry tented his legs and dug his heels into the bed, curling his toes.
So that's what they meant by a toe-curling sensation.
Tom moved down his stomach and licked along the crease where his thighs met hips, teasingly dipping into where they met at a v at the center of his body. But he didn't progress further, just lapped at the surface of his skin just above Harry's half hard cock.
It was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, to think, to even feel anything beyond what Tom deigned to grant him. Spreading his arms out, he searched for anything to grab onto but all he was met with was cool air and forgiving shadows.
Tom's surprisingly soft lips moved down his thigh, mapping every line of unclaimed territory on his body.
"Turn over," his husky voice commanded.
Gracelessly, Harry flipped onto his stomach. A hot flush worked its way down his face to his neck when he realized he was probably getting quite an eyeful of his buttocks. Warm hands settled at his hips, thumbs resting on the slight indents right above his tempting cheeks.
An embarrassing squeak left his lips when he felt the molten heat of Tom's mouth seal over the back of his knee, the flesh there surprisingly sensitive. He bit the delicate tendons gently, and then laved away the small wound with loving strokes. Harry's leg jerked when Tom moved those clever lips up towards back of his thigh. The chill air brushed over his dampened skin, raising tiny goose bumps all over his body.
Keening loudly, Harry moaned for Tom to do something, anything. His dark chuckle against his thigh told Harry that the dark wizard heard the plea and was choosing to ignore it. Moving up to his buttocks, Tom nipped at highest curve. A teasing tongue traced nonsensical patterns into the plump flesh.
"Stop…Stop teasing me!" Harry wailed. His hard cock was pressed painfully between the bed and his stomach.
"I'm at your command, love," Tom promised as he flipped the younger wizard onto his back and mounted him. He'd lost his shirt in the past few minutes but his pants still hung onto his narrow hips.
Curling Harry's legs around his waist, he shifted onto one elbow and stared at him. Strong, defined muscles bunched and moved under his hot skin. With tentative fingers, Harry trailed his fingers down the other wizards sharp collarbone, catching the tip of a dark nipple with his nail. Darkened eyes devoured him as his hands curled and clawed down Tom's ridged abs. Tom sucked in a harsh breath, his nostrils flared.
Harry looked up into his dark eyes where only a small glint of white was visible, the rest of his face thrown in shadows as he moved his hand down to the buttons on his pants. His hands fumbled at the opening and he shoved them down Tom's hips to bunch at his knees. Still keeping eye contact, Harry closed his hand around the thick length. A flutter of fear jumped inside him. It was so big, so thick. It would be impossible to fit that thing inside. A rational part said that he'd done this a hundred times, no a thousand times with this wizard but never before been a willing partner. It just somehow felt different.
Tom closed his sure fingers over Harry's trembling ones and moved the smaller hand up and down the angry looking cock. Thick purple veins ran up the length to the slightly pink mushroom head leaking copious amounts of whitish fluid. Scooping some up on his finger, Tom brought the liquid to Harry's lips.
A slightly sweet and bitter taste burst over Harry's tongue when he automatically went to swipe it away with his tongue. Tom grinned ferally above him and he quickly brushed away Harry's fingers.
"I…"
Tom quieted him and dropped himself over the younger wizard's body.
"I'm scared," he admitted. Harry brought up his hand over Tom's rapidly beating heart. It gave him some sort of assurance that Tom too was affected by this. His own body was trembling and sweating.
Tom guided Harry's other hand to his own chest, sealing Harry's hand over his beating heart.
"Breathe," Tom whispered. He took Harry's lips in a kiss, their tongues sliding in a wet and dirty dance. It was sloppy and messy and fast. It was perfect.
Tom finally managed to lose his pants and he was left just as naked as Harry. This was it, this was happening. He was going to have sex for the fist time in six years, with the very man who'd raped him. A maniacal laugh bubbled up his throat but Tom's mouth sealed in the sound. Harry broke the kiss, gulping in a lungful of air. What was he doing. Drunk or not, this was so wrong. But it was too late. He felt Tom's blunt head nudge at his loosened, hot opening, the tip of the spongy head sliding into the winking hole. Panting, Harry waited for him to thrust. He waited for the pain. He waited for Tom to snap his hips, hold him down in a bruising grip and break him apart all over again.
But that never happened.
Tom moved his hips in small forward thrusts, getting Harry used to his thickness. Harry's ass enveloped the trusting cock, and the excess lube running down his crack and coating his tense thighs.
The pressure increased inside of him uncomfortably. A slight burning sensation radiated outward from his rim and he struggled to not cry out. He shoved his fist into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. With a sudden thrust, Tom shoved into Harry until half of his cock disappeared into his wet warmth. Harry groaned against his fist as Tom continued to rock inside him until the tip touched at Harry's deepest depths.
It felt like he was being ripped apart. A burning pain ripped across his body. Tom kissed his cheek, licking away the wayward tears he never knew he'd cried.
"It's okay, just relax. God, you feel so good, so perfect. I missed this," he murmured into Harry's hair. His chest vibrated soothingly against Harry's tense body. Tom continued to murmur sweet nothings until Harry felt his body relax under the other wizards. .
Urging his lips closer to Harry, Tom pressed a closed mouthed kiss against him. Tom slowly slid his cock out of Harry, rasping against the abused tissues. It still hurt, but not as much as before. He looked down at Harry, as if asking permission; Harry nodded for him to continue.
He thrust in and out of the younger wizard in a slow rhythm, letting Harry get used to his invasion. A small tingle sparked when the head of Tom's cock caught a particular bundle of nerves and Harry arched his hips into the next thrust. That new angle brought Toms cock into direct contact with his prostate and he gasped. Rubbing up against Tom with his every thrust, Harry felt every nerve in his body come alive to the waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Stars burst behind his eyelids. Harry's hands scrabbled frantically against Tom's shoulders until the older wizard grabbed them and held them above his head. He was grateful for that makeshift restraint, finding he liked something to pull against. It gave him something to hold onto, letting him know no matter how far he fell, the hard tug at his wrists would always ground him.
Harry yelled when he felt a fiery burn consume his lower half, spreading like brushfire along his nerves and burning everything in its wake. The pleasure was almost unbearable. A myriad of colors shattered the black canvas of her mind. He continued to fall into his climax, his interior muscles milking Tom's cock.
From a distance, he heard Tom's groans as he followed Harry over the edge and came inside the younger wizard, now spent in the aftermath. A hot liquid splashed into his tunnel, filling him up with Tom's release. His heavy weight dropped down to Harry's flushed body, keeping him grounded in reality.
Everything was fuzzy; the muted sounds of the night buzzed in his ear. Harry blinked open his eyes and saw Tom lying beside him. Harry's head rested on Tom's outstretched arm, his other placed reassuringly over Harry's stomach. Tom bent over Harry's shoulder, nibbling at his sweaty skin.
Harry turned his face into the crook of Tom's arm, inhaling deeply his musky scent. His heartbeat was just settling down into a normal rate, the sweat cooling uncomfortably on his skin when Tom broke the silence with a muttered spell.
He glanced down tiredly when he felt Tom's warm hand span over his stomach from ribbcage to groin. A slight green glow cascaded over his trembling stomach before the light seemingly absorbed into the skin.
"What was that?" Harry asked tiredly.
With his attention directed at Harry's stomach, Tom answered. "Protection spell, so that you cannot perform an abortion spell."
It took a minute for the words to register. When they did a second later, Harry pushed away from Tom with horrified eyes. "What are you talking about?" He crossed his arm over his stomach. His hand spread over the same space Tom's hand had warmed as if he'd be able to feel a budding pregnancy.
"However much I care for Salazar, he did not meet his obligation. Of course he cannot be blamed for ruining my plans, but this one…" Tom loomed over him and brushed aside Harry's hands. Placing both hands over him, he pressed down just the tiniest bit and looked into Harry's eyes. "This one will be my most powerful weapon. It cannot be killed. And it will house my horcrux."
Eyes wide in sudden, horrifying realization Harry could only whisper a futile denial. "No…"
What in the hell had Tom done?
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"I have to study." Salazar protested with a frown.
Harry ignore him and continued to pull him downt he deserted hallways. "You're only six! You can study later."
"Severus will be very angry with me."
"Merlin I can't believe you call him Severus, I still call him Snape in my mind. He'll always be that batty professor at Hogwarts who gave me way too much detention. I don't think I can ever call him Severus, it just seems too personal."
"I am a Riddle, and we can call anyone whatever we want."
Harry arched a brow. "Did your father teach you that?"
Salazar shrugged. "Father taught me everything." He didn't mean that as a dig towards Harry but by the crestfallen look in the older wizards face, it had none the less been taken that way. But what alarmed Salazar was that the man burst out into tears. Salazar stood awkward, frantically looking around to pass off the sobbing man to another. But when not even a death eater or a measly houseelf came running, Salazar reached out awkwardig and patted the man's hand. Harry snuffled and looked down at the small hand tapping his own and smiled.
"Let's play in the snow," Salazar acquiesced. He grasped Harry's larger hand and this time lead the older wizard outside. He made sure to walk slow as Harry was in his last few weeks of his pregnancy. The man waddled beside him, his sudden bright smile at odds with the drying tracks of tears over his rosy cheeks. Salazar kept sneaking glances at the bulbous swell.
Harry took notice and tightened his grasp on him. "Are you excited about having a brother?"
Salazar shrugged. "Father said not to get attatched to it. He said it will be a weapon for him to use." He looked up to see a pinched expression marring the green eyed wizards face.
"Hadrian. His name will be Hadrian and your father will do absolutely nothing to your brother. I will make sure he is protected. You have nothing to worry about."
Salazar was doubtful of the words but he dropped the subject. He'd been surprised when a few moth ago Harry had told him he was preganat and that Salazar would be a big brother. He didn't particularly want to be a big brother to a little brat. His father had assured him though that he needed to be worried as the thing was going to be a mere vessel to hold a horcrux. Salazar knew he'd been created to fulfil that duty but because of the order's interference, this boy Hadrian had to be created.
"Do you love Hadrian? Even though he is not born yet?"
Harry tilted his head curiously. "Why do you ask that?"
Salazar shrugged. "I was created to house a horcrux. I was unwanted. But you seem to love this one already. I see you smiling at it and touching it and reading to it. It cannot understand you but you do it anyway. And you are a prisoner here, I can tell. You have had lots or opportunities to escape when father is away but you have not gone. Hadrian is keeping you here. So why do you love this this Hadrian when it is already a burden to you?"
Harry bit his lip and shook his head. He pulled Salazar to him and smushed him against his gigantic stomach. Salaaar tried to pull away but Harry won't let him. Leaning over the gangly boy, Harry kissed the top of his son's dark hair. "Hadrian is not and will never be a burden. And you, my beautiful child, were never a burden to me. I loved you from the first moment you kicked me and I never stopped loving you. And I know I hurt you terribly and I feel nothing I can do can ever make up for what I did but I want to show you something, okay?"
Salazar looked up and nodded. Harry smiled sadly and led them to a small bench underneath a frozen willow tree. He cast a warding bubble around them and summoned a houseelf for a pensive. Once the floating bowl was in front of them, Harry took his wand and retrieved a silvery strand of memory and cast it into the shallow depths of the pensive. Curious, Salazar leaned over to the see the dark swirls. Harry nodded at him encouragingly and Salazar dipped his head forward to see what Harry wanted him to see.
He saw what Harry had described. He hadn't lied to him. He was younger, thinner in the memories. He was unsure like a newborn colt and it showed in his movements. But whenever the memory Harry touched his swelling belly, he had an intense look of dertemeination. He sang to that belly, he read to that belly. He rejoiced with Uncle Draco when when he first felt a kick. Through the memories Salazar saw that Harry planned with the order in order to save him from becoming a mummified object for Tom's use. And when Harry was giving birth amid the raid, his only thought had been for his safety.
After that, Salazar saw all the times Harry cried over him,all the times Harry drank over him. He saw an unmarked and unnamed grave where Harry spend more time greiving than he did sleeping.
Then he saw the countless days and nights Harry spent by his side as he lay unconscious after Harry's attack.
Finally, it was Harry gentle tug that pulled Salazar out of the memories. The older man hugged him from behind and Salazar was content to let himself be held. "I am not a prisoner because I am choosing to stay. I love you Salazar and I will keep doing my best to be the the parent you and your brother Hadrian deserve-ack!"
"Harry?" Salazar turned around as Harry let go of him. He was bent over double clutching his stomach and muffling his painful cried against his knees. Instantly two death eaters and a houseelf popped around them. Salazar watched numbly as one of them-Barty, he'd later remember, took up the crumpled wizard's body in his with arms and and quickly strode back towards the manor.
"Harry!" Salazar cried out in fear, though did not know from whence it came from or for whom it was for. Harry stopped Barty and looked over his shoulder.
"Salazar, I'll be fine. Go with McNabb, Argh!" His knuckle were white as he gripped Barty's robes. Salazar threw off the hand holding him back and ran after Harry. The man had his eyes closed. He was biting into Barty's collar to muffle his cries of pain.
When hands tried to grab for him again, Salazar pushed his Magic out. It unintentionally sent the nearest two deatheaters into an unconscious faint as Salazar ran to keep up with Barty. For the moment the other death eaters let it go, seeing as they had bigger problems to deal with. Salazar knew his father would be summoned. He hadn't seen Tom in almost two months save for a few firecalls. He was busy inserting his puppets in the French and Spanish governments, the feat taking longer than anticipated. Tom had wanted to take him and Salazar had wanted to accompany his father. After all this entire empire would one day be his but Harry had thrown a huge fit, saying a war torn country was no place for a boy of Salazar's age.
Salazar had been angry at Harry for that. Who was he to decide what was proper or not proper when the man himself had only inserted himself in his life for a few months. But seeing those pensive memories had given in an invaluable insight into the man who'd born him. It sprouted a seed in the deep recesses of his heart, one sprouting small and strong. That small, undefinable kernel of something didn't like to see Harry in pain.
Barty took Harry to an already prepared room, already filled with a group of the best healers. Fenrir stood in the doorway, stoping Salazar from entering the room with a heavy hand to the neck of his neck.
"Whoa there, lil pup, trust me when I say you don't want to be seeing what's going to be happening in that room in a wee bit," Fenrir warned lowly, already pulling Salazar away from the closing doors.
"Fenrir, let me go. Harry is in pain!"
The werewolf raised a brow at the struggling child. Though the Riddle heir was powerful, he was no match for a seasoned were.
"Where was all o this concern in the last few months. Gave the poor boy a right cold shoulder ya did."
Salazar frowned, clenching his hands into a fist. He copied, or at least tried to copy the intimidating expression his father always had when dealing with the wolf. But it only made Fenrir laugh; the were ruffled Salazar's hair ms flicked his forehead.
"That expression o yours won't work on me pup. Ya just look like a grumpy ole kitten."
"Now I understand why father threatens to skin you and use your hide as a rug. I share his sentiments," Salazar griped petualantly. Fenrir was the only thing standing in his way to getting what he wanted. He was a Riddle dammit, second to none but his father and yet this wolf was able to hold him back. Not only did his hurt his budding pride, it angered him that he could not be be with Harry. No matter their differences, he didn't want anything bad to happen to Harry. And for some inexplicable reason, he felt that being in the room would prevent anything bad.
Fenrir opened his mouth to retort when Tom stormed through the hallway, ignoring both Fenrir and his son as he almost bowled them over on his way to Harry. He thrust open the doors to the birthing room just as Harry let an ear shattering scream escape. Salazar's face paled when he caught a glimpse of Harry, naked from the waist down. He would have gagged at all the blood obscuring Harry's lower regions if not for the horrifying ripples over Harry's swollen stomach. The skin was pulled taunt and some alien thing was clawing and kicking againt the stomach lining to get out. Fenrir was too engrossed into the sight to notice when Salazar slipped front the weres grasp and ran to Harry, bypassing his father who stood frozen in on the threshold of the room.
Salazar reached out to touch the stomach but clenched when a small closed fist pushed againt the stomach skin.
"What is happening to him?" Tom growled, finally spurred to action.
A faceless healer stepped forward, gulping nervously. "We have no idea, My lord. Nothing we've tried works and we cannot get close enough to him to help him. It seems the child inside Harry is trying to crawl out. And the magic coming out of them both is astounding. It is almost as if the magic is trying to escape from Harry and the child both"
Tom's right eye twitched. Salazar wondered what that was all about. He didn't understand much but he knew this was not normal.
"Sal..zar…."
The young boy turned at Harry's broken voice. He reached out a weak hand and Salazar grasped it in his. Harry smiled blindly at him, bringing Salazar closer to him and brought Salazar's hand to his dry lips. Harry didn't have to say anything further, Salazar understood. He turned to his father, a determined look on his young face.
"I will be staying with Harry, father."
Tom gave him a curt nod, though his eyes were trained on Salazar's hand clasped loosely in Harry's. A golden undercurrent of magic was moving under Harry's skin, transferring into Salazar who easily absorbed it with no side effects. Harry's stomach calmed, smoothing out and looking normal again. Harry was asleep already. Salazar too noticed the difference. He reached out a brave hand and touched Harry's stomach with his other hand, this time feeling another burst of power move through him. He grit his teeth as the magic pushed forcibly into him. It seems his touch was taking th pain away.
Tom tried to move closer, perhaps to pull him away. Salazar shook his head and yelled. "No!"
This time the force field he threw out was tenfold, leveling all the occupants in the room. Glass shattered and sound was muted. Salazar, ever unflapper was becoming scared. Because he knew this wasn't him. He could feel something else inside him, using his body but wielding an unfamiliar magic. He tried to pull away but it seemed his hand was being burned to Harry's stomach. He tried to yell out at the pain but it was drowned out my the unfamiliar magic. So Salazar grasped Harry's hand tighter in his other hand, taking strength from the unconscious man even as he felt his own consciousness fading away.
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Clambering onto the bed, careful to avoid jostling Harry, Salazar tried to hold back his curiosity about the new baby that had managed to knock out his father and his cronies. He was not jealous though that a mere baby seemed to have done it. He was not.
"Salazar, meet you baby brother Hadrian. Hadrian, meet your older brother Salazar," Harry introduced. He shifted the blankets until Salazar could see the baby clearly.
"He's beautiful, just like you." Harry leaned down and kissed Hadrian's forehead. It cooed at Harry.
Salazar begged to disagree. It was quite ugly, with a wet and wrinkled face pudgy with baby fat. It had murky blue gray eyes that were oddly alert for an hours old baby. He reached out to poke it but even before his finger could make contact with the thing, a shock went through his finger.
Salazar cried out and brought his injured finger to his mouth.
"Oh, Salazar are you okay? Hadrian didn't really mean it." Harry gave him a one armed hug. Salazar looked over Harry's hair and saw the thing scowling at him before scrunching up that ugly face and letting out an ear piercing wail. Harry was forced to turn his attention back to Hadrian as he cradled the babe over his shoulder and bounced it in his arms. And though it continued it's wails, it had an undeniable pleased look on its smug face. Salazar frowned at it but it just continued to snuggle into Harry.
And he knew in that moment that this Hadrian was going to be an unbearable annoyance.
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To address a few comments since I cannot respond directly, there might be a chapter fo when Harry is pregnant with the twins. I might do it as a oneshot style or I'll include in the main plot as part of a flashback, idk yet. And I will not be going into detail about the first time Harry was captured and raped by Voldemort. I feel like if I do that I'll get really graphic and have you guys hate tom more. Just know it wasn't the best time in Harry's life but then tom was crazy because hsi soul was so divided so he wasn't a 100% himself. That in no way excuses what he did and he will atone for it. Just know I read and appreciate every comment so to those who read and comment, you guys are awesome and make it worth writing.