Chapter 18

Harry was relaxing with his friends Draco and Blaise. They were all home, shirtless as normal with Harry stretched over between the two of them. "God I'm so tired," he whined. "Work was just plain awful."

"Let me guess, fangirls of yours?" Blaise chuckled, earning him a harsh glare.

"Told you not to accept their proposal to do a show at the drag club Harry," Draco snickered. "Now you'll have all those straight women who will want to pocket you. Or men wanting to give you a ride."

"Please don't," Harry groaned. "I don't want to think about what Tom will do if someone actually offers that."

"What? Like, kill them?" Blaise smiled. Harry stared at him, thinking, No, most likely worse than that. He didn't mention however, there was no need to, instead, he rolled off of his friends and pushed himself to stand. "I'm going to the kitchen; do you want anything?"

"Nah I'm good," Blaise said.

"Water," Draco demanded. Harry nodded and walked towards the kitchen. He grabbed two cups and stood in front of the sink as he filled them. He looked out of the window as he did so, watching the limited view of the park that the window provided. He returned a moment later and Blaise asked, "So, what will you do with your soon-to-be screaming fans?"

"All those girls who will be like, 'ahh be my friend Harry!' 'Let's go shopping Harry!' 'Becky, Karen we finally have one!'" Draco laughed. Harry smacked his head, which only caused the blonde to laugh more.

"Lord helps him when they figure out he's dating a Daddy," Blaise smirked. Harry turned and hit Blaise's head too. "Ow! You don't hit me! You hit Draco, he's your punching friend!" He complained but still smiled.

"Then don't sick crazy girls on me," Harry said, he sat down and spread onto Blaise. "Now give me a massage," he demanded giving a huge smile.

"As if, dork," Blaise said. He didn't move Harry's legs, instead relaxing into the couch and continued playing the game. The three spent the night relaxing and playing video games before they were too tired to even move the joystick. Harry yawned as he moved to his bed, shedding off his clothes. He didn't bother with pajamas. That was a new hobby of his, going to bed naked. Stretching he looked out of the window to see the park ahead of him. He couldn't believe how far he came. Only a few months ago he would go to the park for hookups, not caring about making any connections, and now he was in love and was the lover of a Mafia boss. What a strange life I have, he thought. A light flickered in the park, like a quick snap, and Harry shook his head. "At least that park will never go out of business," he said. Giving another yawn, Harry stretched once more and fell upon his bed before falling asleep.

Harry realized that with February comes Valentine's Day, a "holiday" that he always ignored and didn't care about because of two reasons. One was because he believed that it was a conspiracy created by Hallmark to sell cards and make middle-aged women watch their terrible movies. The second reason was that he was always single. But nevertheless, he always thought it was a stupid holiday, and still believed that today.

So a week before Valentine's Day, Harry found himself after classes in Tom's office waiting for his boyfriend. The secretary told him that he was at a meeting, so Harry had some time. He hummed as he browsed on his phone as he waited. Almost a full half-hour later, the door opened and Harry looked up, smirking. "Welcome to Riddle's Inc. My name is Harry Riddle, how can I help you?" he purred.

"You can go under my desk and drink my piss and cum, but I think you would enjoy that immensely," Tom said as he walked towards Harry. He pulled the younger man up for a kiss. "Hello Songbird," he said.

"Hi Daddy," Harry giggled. "Surprised?"

"Yes, my secretary told me nothing," Voldemort nodded.

"Good!"

"So, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my Songbird at work?" Tom asked. Harry got off of his chair long enough for the man to sit down and Harry fell onto his lap. Tom's arms wrapped around him and they kissed again.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Harry said. "Do you believe in Valentine's Day?" he asked.

"Not particularly," Tom said, "Why? Do you expect me to wine and dine you on that day?"

"Mmm no, I honestly hate the holiday," Harry shrugged. "And I rather not go out."

"Good," Voldemort said. "I actually have a business dinner on that night. It will be dull and boring," he groaned.

"With who?" Harry asked.

"Politicians and the city's mayor," Tom said. "I need to make them feel useful and powerful, treat them good so that they believe they actually run the city."

"Sounds like a waste of time," Harry hummed. "Don't you run everything basically?"

"Not openly of course," Tom said. "But you are correct, love, in thinking that Hogwarts is ours."

"Ours?" Harry asked.

Tom smirked, "Yes," he chuckled. "The city belongs to Lord Voldemort and his rather surprisingly masochistic wife named Harry."

"I guess it does," Harry smiled. He looked up at Tom, "How long do you have until you can go home?"

"I have some paperwork I need to finish here," Tom said. Smirking, Harry slipped off of Tom's lap and knelt under the desk. He looked up with a naughty smile. "Then get to work," he said.

Tom chuckled and pulled in his chair. Harry unzipped his pants and rubbed his face against his reward before swallowing whole.

The two left a couple of hours later, stopping for dinner. Harry smiled at his friends and a thought just popped in his head. "Guys! Let's go ghost hunting on Valentine's."

Draco and Blaise looked up at Harry. "What?" Blaise said, looking confused while Draco just shrugged, "Okay."

Blaise turned to Draco. "Okay!?" he asked.

"Yeah, sounds like fun," Draco shrugged. "I'm sure there's like books we can get at Harry's shop and apps we can use on our phones."

Blaise grumped something about white people and shook his head. "Fine, fine we'll go, and I'll just make sure that both of your asses get home."

"Great! It'll be so much fun," Harry grinned.

"But what about Tom?" Blaise asked, "Doesn't he have plans for you?"

"He has a work dinner," Harry shrugged. "Big important boring people. He didn't invite me because he knew I would be too bored."

"Fine, but where will we do this?" Blaise asked. Harry thought for a moment, his mind drawing a blank.

Draco answered, looking at his phone. "There's an abandoned house that's supposedly very haunted. Nobody owns it so we can probably sneak into it easily. All your fun stuff happened. Murder, Satan stuff, demons… oh great, there's a murder that happened on Valentine's Day too."

"So we're just going to spend our Valentine's talking to ghosts and demons who were killed on Valentine's?" Blaise demanded, staring at the two of them.

"Yeah," Harry grinned.

Blaise sighed, "You're both lucky I love you. Alright, I'll buy some books tomorrow before I drag you to the gym. Okay, Potter?"

"Sounds good, but Tom's picking me up so I'll have him drop me off" Harry smiled. He fell on the couch and grinned, "Let's watch ghost videos so we know what we're doing!"

"Nope, I'll be in my room studying, you two bottoms can get freaky with ghosts all you want," Blaise said, throwing his hands up. He walked to his and Draco's room, slamming the door closed.

Draco turned to Harry. "This came out of nowhere, what caused you to suggest this?" he asked. "Are you and Tom okay?"

"We're better than okay, I'm going to marry him! I just know it," Harry smiled. "It's just it feels like forever since the three of us have done anything and I don't know, it's strange dating a guy who's a decade older than you. I want to do something stupid, something reckless and fun, and sneaking into an abandoned haunted house sounds perfect for that."

Draco laughed. Smiling he shook his head and pulled Harry to him. "You seriously need to stop hanging around Tom and his guys all the time," he smirked. "Your Daddy's making you grow up, and this daddy doesn't like that."

Harry hummed and smiled at Draco, "Too bad I think of you as my mommy, but point taken."

"Just put the videos on Potter," Draco muttered.

The next day Harry had no classes. He was scheduled to work at The Marauders all day. The morning had its usual slowness. There were a couple of incidents, one including a very obvious drunk man wandering in but Sirius took care of him. The second was a small group of teenage girls who obviously skipped school. They whispered and pointed to Harry. He did his best to ignore them, helping out customers as the group of girls browsed, looking between him and the stairs to the gay section of the store. They were especially excitable whenever he went near the stairs or even up them to help out customers. After an hour of this, he had enough and marched straight towards them with a plastered smile. "Hello ladies, shouldn't you girls be in school about now? It's only eleven in the morning," he said.

"Are you the drag queen who sings here once a month?" one particularly brave girl asked.

"Uh, I sing with them… why would you like a book about singing? Or maybe a history of drag show? We have a few that are really interesting—"

"Nah books are stupid," the girl said. "We want to know how to get one."

Harry could feel his irritation rising. His lips twitched yet he still had the same smile. "I'm sorry but I don't understand what you mean. However, since you are not looking for a book, I have to ask you to please leave."

"I mean a gay friend—and no we won't leave until you tell me—"

"Hey, I actually want a boo—"

"Shut up!" the head girl snapped. She turned to Harry and sighed, "Look, just like maybe call your best friend and have her talk to us and we can get this done, okay?"

Harry's frown started to slip. "One, that is personal information that I will not even think of sharing with minors. Two, for the second time this is a bookstore, if you are not here to buy books I ask you to please leave and last, of all, gay and LGBTQ people are not accessories for teenage white girls to swap around and dangle on their purses, so kindly get those thoughts out of your minds."

The head girl scoffed at him, looking offended. "Wow! So rude," she sneered. "Are you like even gay?"

"Okay listen here you little shit—"

"I'm sorry, is there a problem?" a man's voice asked. Harry looked up to see an older man of around forty with bleached blonde hair and a well-kept mustache and goatee standing near them. He was wearing an old-style suit with a waistcoat and black overcoat that was open. He clapped his hands together and held them in front of him. "Apologies, truly," he said. "I am wholly sorry for interrupting this little spat between the two of you," he pointed his hands at Harry then the girl, never really letting them go from the prayer position. "However I am in desperate need of assistance and I desperately would ask—if that is alright—if I could borrow this obviously insulted and frustrated man from you three wonderful, privileged sheltered ladies. Please." He looked between the two of them.

Harry's first thought as that this man was very weird, however, if he would get him away from these girls, it would be a welcomed change. The girls did not answer. They just stared at him for a moment before backing off and walking out of the store. Harry breathed out and turned to the man. "Thank you, but I could have handled it," he smiled. "Now what would you need help with?"

"Call me Gellert," the man said. He finally unattached his hands and held one out for Harry to shake. He did so. Gellert's grip was tight and his handshake firm. "Now—I would like several books actually, mostly on ghostly stuff. You know, ghosts and ghouls and supernatural stuff that will give you the chillies and willies and heebie-jeebies."

Harry stared at him for a long moment. "You mean our supernatural section?" he asked.

"Yes—yes exactly that," Gellert said. "Lead on, young one, lead on!" He waved his hand in an erratic matter and Harry just stared at him for a moment before shrugging. He turned and led the man to the supernatural section of the store, which Sirius filled with both fiction and instructional books, depending on your point of view. The man walked strangely in Harry's opinion. He walked rather aloof and erratic, as though he was a little tipsy or wasn't all there. However, as soon as the man reached the section he made a noise. "Ah! Yes, there we are, thank you very much," he turned on his feet and nodded to Harry. "I will see you at the counter then, goodbye."

Feeling like he was dismissed, and wanting to return to reality, Harry turned and left for the register. About twenty minutes later, the man returned with a small stack of books. "Thank you very much young man—goodbye," the man said and turned and left, his strides unequal.

"What a weird guy," Harry sighed. Thankfully, he was the most eccentric of Harry's customers, and the day went smoothly with Blaise coming back during the afternoon. They hugged and Harry showed Blaise the books he pulled out during his break about ghost hunting. The two talked, Harry mentioning the annoying teens and the weird man before Blaise had to run back before he missed his class. Harry waved him goodbye and stretched. Just four more hours than Tom will pick him up.

As soon as Tom texted him he was outside, Harry ran out. Marcus Flint was sitting in the driver's seat and Harry smiled and said hi to his friend before getting on his Daddy's lap and kissing him deeply.

"Long day, Songbird?" Tom chuckled.

"You won't believe it," Harry said. "I had this really strange customer. Like he looked off the walls with the way he talked and walked. Saved me from some annoying teenagers who were skipping school, though."

Tom chuckled, "And you didn't run away?" he asked. Harry laughed coldly.

"I blame you for that," Harry said. "Because of everything I've been through with you, a crazy dude is nothing compared to that!"

Tom chuckled, "I see, I've turned you into a kinky little pervert haven't I?" he said. "Good for me."

"Still waiting for you to fist me, Daddy," Harry teased.

"Keep this up boy, and we will be giving Marcus a show," Tom growled warningly. Harry blushed and glanced at his friend.

"Sorry," he whispered and moved to sit next to Tom, buckling up. Marcus just chuckled and smirked, "If I can speak freely, I would love a show, but I know Mr. Riddle would never allow it, would you?"

"You are correct."

Harry grinned at that and cuddled next to Tom. "Oh, I got plans on Valentine's Day," he smiled. "Draco, Blaise, and I are going to visit a haunted house."

"How romantic," Tom drawled, "but it does sound like fun. I remember doing stuff like that when I was your age."

Harry winked, "Don't be jealous if a ghost finds me sexy and wants to have sex with me, okay?"

"As if, we both know that your pussy belongs to me, don't we Songbird?" Tom said, his hand snaking down to squeeze Harry. Harry moaned and nodded. "In fact… I think I'll visit you on Valentine's before the dinner, just to remind you."

"I can't wait," Harry breathed.

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February 14th was a cloudy Saturday. Harry, Draco, and Blaise were all set up for their exploration. They had backpacks filled with water bottles, flashlights, and recorders that Draco swore would capture E.V.P.s. Draco even went extra and gotten each of them night vision cameras so they can film everything they see. It was late evening, the sun has already set, when there was a knock on the door. "Harry! Your Daddy is here!" Draco yelled out.

Harry ran to see Tom standing in the doorway. "Hello boys," he said, "I just wanted to wish my Songbird and you two good luck in your little ghost hunt. How I wish I were going with you instead of going to this most boring dinner."

"Yeah definitely," Draco smirked. "Harry, Blaise, and I will be waiting downstairs, alright?"

"Okay," Harry said. The two left and Tom brought Harry into his room. "What's up, Tom?" he asked.

"A little present from your Daddy," Tom smirked. "Get your pants off and bend over. Now."

Harry jumped and nodded. He unbuckled his pants and quickly spun around, bending over his bed as he pulled his pants down, kicking his legs out. He spread his legs and cheeks, showing Tom his hole.

"Beautiful," Tom breathed. "Should still be loose from the fucking I gave you," he smirked, easily pushing two fingers into Harry's pussy. The boy moaned, his cock jumping at attention. "And how are the marks from the whipping?" Tom wondered, pushing Harry's shirt up to reveal red lines all along his back. "Do they hurt?" he asked.

"No," Harry answered honestly. "I loved it."

"Good boy," Tom said. He removed his finger and Harry gave a whine. "Such a whore, don't worry Songbird, your pussy will love this gift." Harry heard a snap and felt cold lube rubbing all over his hole. Harry shivered in anticipation and soon felt something equally cold push against his hole. It entered rather easily, and Harry moaned as his hole started to stretch larger than Tom's cock. It went deeper and deeper, and Harry started to sweat as his muscles convulsed and resisted against the mass. It felt thicker than his wrist and easily longer than eight inches. "Relax boy," Tom commanded. "This is practice. The knot is coming up." Harry gave a loud screaming moan as he felt the toy's knot tease his hole before forcing itself in. Harry felt like he was going to split in two. Tom did not even rock the toy in, just an unending push as his body adjusted. His hole then contracted against the toy as it got smaller and he felt a base pressed against him. "Look at my good boy! You took that plug all the way in!" Tom praised. He kissed Harry passionately, now moving the plug back and forth causing the boy to moan.

"I don't want you to come at all," Tom commanded. "You only come by my cock and body, not by any toy. Understand, boy?"

"Yes Daddy," Harry breathed.

"Good. I will be back tomorrow morning to pull it out," Tom said. He dressed Harry, and the boy gave a squeak as the toy moved inside him. It felt so heavy and weird. He walked awkwardly before forcing himself to keep his legs together. His cock twitched inside his pants.

Draco and Blaise were waiting in Draco's car and Harry immediately slapped his hand to his mouth as he sat down, the toy pushed inside him. "You okay Harry?" Blaise asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Harry nodded.

"Good, then let's go see some ghosts, I guess," Blaise shrugged, and he drove away.

He drove away from the college and their apartment towards the more suburban part of the city. The houses were spread enough to have a small lawn and being separated by fences. Blaise stopped in front of one house whose lights were off, the fence looked run-down, and lawn overgrown. The neighboring houses were also dark; however, their lawns were maintained. "Good, looks like our neighbors are out," Draco smirked. "Come on loves!"

Draco jumped out of the car and hopped the fence easily. "I think he's more excited than you are," Blaise said, "and this is all your idea." He turned the car off and locked it as he and Harry got out. They both hopped the fence and met with Draco at the front door. Draco was fiddling with the doorknob and a moment later, the door slid opened. "Still got it—come on!"

The three walked in and turned their flashlights on. The foyer looked old, made of a dark wood with furniture that was coated from dust. There was a mirror next to an old hat stand, a lamp, and a couple of armchairs. In front of them was a stairway that led to the second floor with a door right in front of them, and an open arch into what looked like a family room to their right. "Okay, so I've looked this place up," Draco smiled, turning to face Harry and Blaise. "This house is supposed to be very haunted. Ghosts, shadow people, even some people were talking about seeing demons or the devil here."

"Oh fun, we're spending date night with the devil," Blaise grumbled. "I'm guessing you're going to tell us about any murders that happened here?"

"Of course!" Draco grinned. "There are two known murders here. The first happened five years after this house was built in Nineteen-Thirty-Four. This woman named Elizabeth Borden reportedly killed her husband and baby daughter. She butchered both of them with a small ax and buried her daughter in the basement. Elizabeth Borden then wrote a note, claiming that she was possessed by the devil, who forced her to kill her family. Needing penance, instead of going to the police, she hung herself right on top of where she buried her daughter, with a note saying all that she did along with a warning: Leave this home, for the Devil Resides here."

"Fucking hell," Blaise whispered. "What did you two rope me into?"

Draco smirked. "Obviously, people kept buying the house on and on, adding their own changes until the last owner. Funny enough, most owners ran out after living here a month, and if they don't run, then they die in this house. The last owner was a married couple named Martha and Ryan Allen. On Valentine's Day in Nineteen-Eighty-Nine, the couple was reported screaming at each other by their neighbors. The screaming suddenly stopped, and the neighbors thought nothing of it. Days passed and a foul smell started coming from the home. It wasn't until a week afterward when Martha's sister come other after her calls being ignored for days, that their bodies were found. Ryan was gutted, his intestine pulled out and his blood used to paint these strange sigils in their bedroom upstairs, while Martha was found hanging in the basement, exactly like Elizabeth Borden was found all those years ago."

Harry felt a cold shiver as the end of his arm hair stood up. He looked around and swallowed. "Are they haunting this place?"

"Of course, along with reports of the demon who caused the murders, and shadow people. Investigators believe that the basement is a portal into another dimension that the harmful entities come from."

"I'm saying it now," Blaise said, looking at the two of them. "If I die, I'm haunting both of you before I drag you down with me."

"Okay," Draco shrugged. He looked around then back at Harry. "So, how do you want to handle this?"

"I don't want to separate at the beginning," Harry said, sounding scared. "How about we start upstairs? Where the man died?"

"Lead the way," Blaise said. Harry nodded and looked around.

"Hello," he called out as he walked to the steps. "We mean no harm—just want to talk with you guys. Elizabeth? Martha? Are you here?" The floor squeaked under him as he climbed the stairs. He felt hyperaware of everything around him. They went to the master bedroom where a dusty double bed waited, still made. They sat around and Harry fiddled with his flashlight so that it was barely wavering between on and off. He placed the flashlight off gently on the bed and sat away from it. He looked at Draco and Blaise who was already filming. He took out his own camera and started filming.

"Hello," he said again. "My name is Harry, I heard about what happened to you and I'm sorry you were killed. We have devices that can hear you if you want to talk, but we also have my flashlight on the bed. You don't need to move it much, but you can use it to talk with us. Turn it on for 'yes' and keep it off for 'no.' If you're here, can you turn the flashlight on if you understand."

"Why are you talking to the ghost?" Blaise hissed. "That is like the last thing you are supposed to do!"

"Stop worrying," Draco hissed. "Nothing is going to happen."

"Shh," Harry said. He stared at the flashlight. "Turn it on if you understand!" he repeated. "Come on!"

A couple of seconds passed in silence. The flashlight turned on.

"OH SHIT!" Blaise screamed while Draco just yelled. Harry gave out a yell as well before calming down.

"Good, Good—turn it off now," Harry commanded. The flashlight turned off.

"Dude what the fuck," Blaise whispered. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck."

"Shush!" Harry said. "The person who turned the light on. Are you Ryan?" The light stayed off. "Are you one of the murderers?" The light turned on before turning off again.

"Are you Elizabeth?" Draco asked. The light stayed off. The three boys looked at each other. Tap tap tap. "Did you hear that?" Draco whispered.

"No, what?" Blaise asked, looking around.

"I thought I heard tapping," Draco whispered. "Harry?"

"I heard nothing," Harry said. Draco's eyes turned wide and he looked around scared. "I'm not lying, I swear—"

The light suddenly turned on from the flashlight and all three jumped. They stared at the flashlight. Harry swallowed. "Elizabeth, is that you? Can you turn off the flashlight?" The flashlight stayed on and they looked at each other. The three waited in silence but after a while, the flashlight stayed on. Harry looked towards Draco and Blaise before standing slowly and edging towards the bed. He reached out and grabbed the flashlight. "It's cold," he said, looking back at the two.

"Well now I'm freaked out," Blaise muttered. "I hate this."

Harry whirled around, frowning. "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"I thought I heard a whisper, coming from outside," he said pointing to the hallway.

"Wind?" Blaise suggested.

"Let's go look," Draco said. He stood and immediately went to the hallway. Blaise groaned and followed, with Harry behind them. The hallway was empty, as were the rooms on the second floor. The house creaked and settled as they moved. They looked at each other and Draco whispered, "We should separate. Just for ten minutes. Blaise, you take the bedroom, I'll take the baby's room, and Harry you get the basement."

"Fuck no! I don't want the basement!" Harry whispered.

"You're the bravest of us! Come on," Draco said. "Ten minutes, you can do it."

Harry looked between them. "If I hear knocking or growls or anything I'm running," he said.

"Fair enough," Blaise said. He kissed Harry's cheek and smirked, "For luck," he said. Draco kissed Harry's other cheek and said, "See you in ten." Harry watched as Blaise returned to the bedroom and Draco went to the baby's room. Steeling himself, Harry turned and made his way back to the first floor.

"Okay, here I am walking alone into the place where a baby is buried and two women hung themselves," he said to the camera. "This is without a doubt the most interesting Valentine's Day idea, and I'm probably going to get fucked by the devil or something." He returned to the first floor and looked around. "The basement should be around here somewhere," he said. Wandering slowly, he found a door that swung easily to reveal a dark staircase. "Oh fuck, oh god." He walked down slowly. "Hello? Any demons? Elizabeth? Martha? Are you two down here?" he asked.

Silence answered him and he walked down to see a normal basement. The floor was concrete and walls stone. There was a very old washer and dryer along with exposed pipes and some metal chairs. "Just a basement, no demons here," Harry muttered.

He whirled around, thinking he heard laughter. Swallowing he slowly moved his camera around. "Satan! Is that you?" He asked. Silence answered him. "Okay... I'm going to go sit in the middle, where Elizabeth buried her child and ask some questions," he narrated. He moved to the center of the room and shivered as a sudden chill filled the room. He looked around, "If you're here, show me something," he commanded. "Knock on something, move something say something, touch me just do anything." He went silent and listened.

Knock, knock, knock. Harry jumped and turned around as he heard three quick knocks. "Elizabeth? Is that you?" Nothing answered. His flashlight flickered before turning off. Harry looked down, scared, and tried turning it back on but it didn't work. "This had fresh batteries," Harry breathed. "What?"

Then he heard it. Footsteps. They were faint, coming from somewhere around him. "Hello?" he asked, looking around in the darkness. His own lens being his own night-vision camera. He whirled that around slowly, seeing nothing. No shadows moved; no figures appeared. But he heard the footsteps again, followed by a whisper. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Say your name!"

A woman's voice whispered but he couldn't make it out. Harry's body froze as the chill around him gotten worse. The room felt frigid, with the temperature dropping. He breathed out slowly and saw his breath. With scared hands, Harry reached for his bag and pulled out fresh batteries for his flashlight. Using the small screen on his camera to see, Harry replaced the batteries and held the flashlight close to him. He turned it on.

A man stood in front of Harry holding a shovel. Harry only saw his bleached blond hair and neatly trimmed goatee before the man swung the shovel, hitting Harry. He felt pain and fell to the floor unconscious.

A/N: Sorry this took a while.