Chapter 20

Harry's Scorn

"So, what happens to our friends in your old future?" Tom asked. He and Harry were once again in Slytherin's study, not for crying or interrogation this time around, but for practice. It was a couple of days since their last encounter and Harry did not know how to feel.

"You mean how they died or if they died?" Harry asked.

"Yes, exactly," Tom nodded. Harry shrugged. "Can't tell you, I've been too busy dealing with their children and those children's children. Along with you. All I can really remember is that Malfoy dies of Dragon Pox. And that's only because his grandson, who's just as much as a snobbish prick as Abraxas is, mentioned his grandfather as a way to try and enter Slughorn's little club."

"So he still does the Slug Club, huh?" Tom chuckled.

"Yes, and I was the star attraction," Harry muttered. "I hated it. The only party I went to was a Christmas Party and it was god awful. All he did was drag me around meeting people. Including a vampire, I think." Harry stopped and frowned, "You know, I never really did figure out what Malfoy was up to—Draco Malfoy not Abraxas. He was working for you, that's for sure. You made him a Death Eater—"

"Death Eater?" Tom frowned. He hummed, "I rather like the sound of that."

"And I will kill you as your lover if you go down that path, focus," Harry said, earning a chuckle from the young Riddle.

"You should be focusing," he said. "We are here for you to practice human transfiguration after all."

Harry shook his head and sighed. While he was no longer with Mulciber, both he and Tom thought that it would be a good idea if Harry continued his practicing, just in case. Besides, Harry figured that it would be easier to get close to Mulciber's fiancée disguised as a woman than as himself. He took out his wand and stood in front of the mirror. "What should I do first?" he asked.

"Lengthen your hair," Tom commanded. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes as he turned to stare in the mirror. He stared at his raven hair and concentrated as he pressed his wand to his head. Since there was no real incantation, Harry focused on the changes he wanted to make. Slowly, his hair grew, brushing past his shoulders, growing in volume as it turned slightly wavy and much more feminine. He stopped when the hair reached his shoulder-blades on his back and just barely brushing his chest in the front. He shook his head and slid his wand into his bracer as he examined his hair. "Good job," Tom commented, "you now look like an overgrown banshee."

"Shut up," Harry muttered, "I just need to style it a little." He thought for a moment, looking at the long hair. "Nineteen Forties are all about being prim and proper," he muttered. He took his wand out once more and started using carefully placed severing charms to cut his hair. He kept the hair at shoulder length, using some charms to make it look more voluminous and wavy with a part in the middle. He examined himself, turning around slowly. "It works," he muttered. "I remember my cousin reading these American comics, uh books that are mainly pictures with some words. In one of them, there's this woman from this time, and this was how she wore her hair. Can't remember the name of her. Peggy something."

"Well, your hair looks much more beautiful now, little snake," Tom commentated, "and finally era-appropriate."

"Thank you, but now is the hard part," Harry frowned. "I have to fix my face a bit, my forehead is massive." He pointed his wand at his face once more. His face was shrunken a little, turning almost heart-shaped with his forehead growing smaller until it looked like an appropriate size for a teenage girl's. Harry examined himself strangely. "I look good for a woman," He muttered. "But I will never do this again once I'm done."

"This is just if we need it," Tom said. "You have no idea what tight lips grow loose whenever they are around a beautiful woman."

"I am ignoring that euphemism," Harry stated. He took a breath. Transfiguring his body was taking a lot out of him. He looked over to Tom and said, "This next part will be easier to see if I'm just in my underwear. I need to, you know, grow a pair and slender down." He was blushing madly as he said it.

The young Dark Wizard shrugged and kept watching Harry. Harry stood, glaring at Tom for a long moment before huffing. "Fine, stupid bloody dark wizard," he muttered. "You know if you were in my time, I would have defeated you right now just for looking at me that way."

"What way? Handsomely as I stare at the beauty that is my boyfriend?" Tom smirked.

"No, disgustingly as a monster with no nose," Harry commented. He pulled off his robe and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I don't even know how you allowed yourself to be swayed by purebloods. I guess your Horcruxes all took your sanity along with your soul."

"That is why I keep you around, Harry," Tom hummed. "To fight off any who would dare influence me."

"Right, because the only one allowed to influence Lord bloody Voldemort is me," Harry said. He pulled off his shirt, revealing that he had no undershirt on, and started with his pants. "Go me," he muttered.

"Keep your penis," Tom ordered, as though he hadn't heard or was simply ignoring what Harry said. Harry stopped and turned, shouting, "I AM NOT GOING TO TRANSFIGURE MY PENIS INTO A SNATCH I HATE ENOUGH THAT I AM ACTUALLY DOING THIS!"

The Dark Lord laughed wildly at Harry's outburst, causing the boy to huff before realized the oddity of the situation they were in. Refusing to acknowledge the strangeness, and needing to concentrate, Harry turned back to the mirror wearing nothing but his shoes and underpants. Getting rid of his body hair was easy. He never had that much, to begin with, so he took it all away with an enchanted razor the night before. He stared at his chest and decided to work with the hardest changes first. Much to his annoyance, he envisioned what he would look like with breasts. That was the key to Human Transfiguration Dumbledore taught them, envisioning what exactly your transfiguration will look like. He pressed his wand and gasped.

It was a hot sensation, his nipples hardening out of response. He focused on his reflection, envisioning breasts the size of an apple. Slowly, almost painfully, his chest started to expand with a tingling sensation that reminded Harry of whenever his leg fell asleep. Groaning, he worked through the pain as his nipples expanded, becoming womanly, and his shoulders slimmed as his flat chest turned into small almost perky breasts.

A hand was suddenly groping them as Tom stood behind him. "Feels real," He breathed, "you're doing amazing little snake, but I think you can make them a bit bigger. Look, my hand still has a lot more space to grab with."

"I am not doing this for you," Harry gritted. "If I want my chest groped like this I'll start working out. I just need to look feminine enough to get close to Leonie Trembley."

"Then make them bigger," Tom said. "I can feel your anger and hatred boiling inside you. You despise this girl as you should, for she took Xavier Mulciber from you. You hate Xavier for he chose to hide behind a woman instead of being proud of having you. Use your anger in your magic Harry and make them grow!" He squeezed Harry's tits. Harry growled out and he felt his chest growing hot again. "Yes! That's it little snake!" Tom said as Harry's magic worked. His breasts growing until Tom's large hands could properly grope both of them. He squeezed and kneaded Harry's breasts as he kissed Harry's cheek. "Good, that's enough practice for today. Keep this up and you'll be ready."

Tom took his wand out and with a wave, all of Harry's enchantments went away, leaving him flat-chested and perfectly Harry once more. Tom helped Harry dress and took his hand, smiling. "Come on, I'm hungry and would hate to be late for breakfast." Harry smiled and allowed Tom to pull him along.

They left the Chamber of Secrets through the second exit that led to Hogwarts' catacombs. They used that to get back into the dungeons, still holding hands. Harry started to slow down, glancing at Tom. He's going to let go any second now, Harry thought. Just like Xavier. But Tom didn't.

Tom kept his grip tight as he and Harry walked up the stairs from the dungeons into the entrance hall where there were students. Tom pulled Harry along, even kissing Harry's cheek as he glared at a group of Gryffindors who chosen to glare at the two of them.

Together, they walked to the Slytherin table, ignoring any and all looks and whispers as they did so until they have reached their usual spot and sat down. No one else was there. "I'm calling a meeting tomorrow night," Tom told Harry, "of the Knights. Mulciber will not be there."

Harry nodded, feeling like he knew what the underlying message meant. The others soon arrived one by one. Harry thought for a moment that Tom would have to tell Mulciber to leave them, but instead, Harry watched as Xavier Mulciber walked in holding a girl's hand, his face stony as she talked enthusiastically with him. The girl was pretty with orange hair and a pretty face, but way too much make-up in Harry's opinion. Walking behind them was Walburga Black, who, seeing Harry's stare, smirked, and pointed at Xavier and the girl. Even without introductions, Harry knew who she was. "Leonie Trembley," He said aloud.

"Hmm? Oh yes, that is her," Malfoy said, looking at where Harry was glaring. "Small family, pureblood but mostly not important."

"That wasn't the point," Rosier muttered, looking at Harry. "Look uh, we just wanted to say—"

"Thank you, but I rather we just move on. Please?" Harry asked.

"Understandable," Rosier nodded, he looked relieved at Harry's words. Jasper, however, reached out for Harry's hand under the table. Harry took it and looked at his friend. Jasper looked on the verge of crying, he squeezed Harry's hand hard. Harry smiled, and returned the squeeze, appreciating everything his friend was doing. He felt Tom's eyes on them and turned to lean into him, whispering, "Relax, he's being a good friend."

"As if I would be jealous of an obvious bottom," Tom hissed in return. "I'm more worried about the others."

"Don't be."

Tom turned from Harry to address the others, his voice turning from a soft lover's to a commander's. "There will be a gathering tomorrow night. You all know where. As always, do not tell anyone about it who is not here. Do not talk about it with each other either." He looked around slowly, his eyes catching everyone. "Understood?"

"Yes, my lord," the boys chorused out.

It was left at that, and breakfast started as usual. Owls arrived a little later with the morning mail. Harry was surprised to see a second owl, small and unnoticeable, land in front of him, dropping a letter as the normal Ministry owl dropped his copy of the Daily Prophet. He picked up the letter and examined it curiously before opening it.

Hello Harry,

I have finally thought of the perfect thing to use you for, my dear boy! I want you to watch my Albus. Tell me about him, what he is doing, what he's up to if he's doing anything odd or suspicious. You are going to report to me weekly. Every Saturday you will write me a nice letter so that I can read it lovingly with my Sunday breakfast.

Along with that, below here you will find ingredients needed for the special potion we have discussed about. Do not disappoint me, Harry, Daddy expects great things.

G. G.

Harry read the ingredients and handed the letter to Tom who read it. "Well," he whispered in English, "this man sure does not even try at subtly."

"At least we have the poison," Harry whispered. "How long do you think it'll take us to make?"

Tom read the letter once more before looking thoughtful. "About a week or two," he said. Harry nodded and took the letter from Tom. He folded it carefully and slipped it in his pocket before smiling pleasantly.

"Then, we'll start it the day after tomorrow," he said a little louder, getting the others' attention.

"Very well, we can," Tom nodded. Breakfast went on as always afterward. Harry talked with his friends, although he felt that there was some awkwardness between all of them besides Jasper, who talked happily and quickly as always. Harry stood up, and he could feel eyes on him as he left for class. It made his skin crawl and he glanced over his shoulder to see older and younger Slytherins glaring at him. Harry's heart sank.

The girls were snickering at him in class. They all whispered and pointed at Harry when the professor was turned. In Transfiguration a balled-up paper landed on his desk, interrupting his notes. Harry glanced around only to see the Slytherin girls failing to hide their silent snickers. He opened the piece of paper. It was a crudely drawn picture of himself tied to a stake with fire burning around him and the moving caption, 'Faggot burning.'

Harry felt scared for a second, the realization that he was a homosexual in 1940. His fear quickly gave to anger and he ripped the paper up causing the girls to laugh out loud. "Silence!" Dumbledore warned, looking at the girls. "Fifteen points from Slytherin for interrupting. Now, as I was saying…"

Dumbledore only took points off. Harry hated that. He would have inquired why they were laughing, he thought miserably, the old Dumbledore would see their laughter, my angry face and the ripped up pieces of paper and connect them instantly. Not to mention catching the piece of paper before it landed on my desk!

Stewing in his anger, Harry left the classroom when the bell rang, muttering something about needing the bathroom before their next class started. He felt the stares even as he moved away. The bathroom was empty, and Harry did his business quickly. As he was washing his hands, the door opened, and Harry glanced to see three Gryffindor seventh years walk in. He paid them no mind.

However, the three stood in front of the door, their arms crossed. "Look at this poof," one of them said. Harry looked up at them. They all were stocky, looking more physically impressing and imposing than intellectual. They all had short brownish black hair, with different faces so Harry knew that they weren't related at least. "Can I help you?" he smiled politely.

"Yeah, you can sod off," the one in the middle said. "Stupid pansy Peverell, you're an insult to your family!"

"I'm sorry, and you are?" Harry asked.

The Gryffindors looked snobbish and brazen. The middle Gryffindor stepped forward and sneered at him, "Why do you want to know faggot? Thinking of sucking our dicks?"

"You really are disgusting, pretending to be a woman with that hair," the second laughed. "What? Wishing you were born one?"

"Can't you just be normal? We'll help with that, we are good Gryffindors after all," the third chuckled darkly. "What do you say, boys? A few punches to fix this faggot up?"

"That sounds just right," the first said, their eyes looking down at Harry. "And if needed, we can always cut the monster up."

They took a step towards Harry, and the teen flicked his wrist. His wand appeared and he immediately pointed at the middle Gryffindor, "Stupefy!" Harry stunning spell hit the middle Gryffindor, the burly teen falling back unconscious. The two other Gryffindors gave out a sort of growl, but Harry pointed at them yelling, "Levicorpus!" both of them rose into the air as if yanked up by their ankles. Suspended, Harry waved his wand, and with a yell of "Aquamenti!" Water shot from his wand, and soaked the two, hitting them with enough pressure that both Gryffindors flew against the bathroom door, slamming it open as they spilled out.

Harry smiled, pleased with himself.

"Enough."

Professor Dumbledore walked into view, stepping into the bathroom. He looked around before his eyes met Harry. He was disappointed. "What happened?"

"He just attacked us!" One of the soaked Gryffindors said, "we just wanted to use the bathroom and this freak just went crazy on us!"

Dumbledore regarded them for a moment before looking back at the Slytherin. "Harry?"

"They were the ones who bullied me," Harry said. "They called me names and were about to beat me."

"I see. Ten points from your houses, for each of you," Dumbledore said, sighing. "And Harry? You shall have detention with me after your classes for the rest of the week."

Harry gapped, "But Sir!" He protested.

Dumbledore held up a hand, "I will not hear it, you know the rules, Mr. Peverell. No magic in the corridors." Harry just stared at him, outraged. Dumbledore shook his head and turned, leaving the bathroom.

Harry met up with Tom in class, still angry. He forced himself to focus on class, even as the Gryffindors all looked at him with a strange, knowing look. Harry kept close to Tom as soon as class ended, walking a little too quickly causing the other sixth years to run to catch up. "Peverell! What exactly is going on?" Malfoy demanded.

"I was attacked when I went to the bathroom," Harry said. "Three Gryffindors thought they could pummel me. I stunned one and pushed the other two away with a forceful Aquamenti spell. Dumbledore found us and while they only had points taken off, I had points taken off along with detention for the rest of the week."

"Disgusting!" Avery said. "That is completely unfair."

"It is," Harry nodded in agreement. "They were the ones who attacked me, and I was the one who got the bulk of the punishment!"

"This is troublesome," Tom muttered. "Just in case, we will always group up, even if we have to separate for a moment. I do not want anyone alone, understand?"

"You don't need to make a fuss just for this," Harry complained, but Tom did not hear him. Instead, the others nodded, and life went on. Riddle did not leave Harry's side from that point on. Even when he had to use the bathroom, or stay behind to ask a professor a question, Tom refused to leave without him.

When classes ended, Tom walked Harry to Dumbledore's office. "I will wait here," Tom said. "Do not cause any further trouble."

"You wish," Harry grumbled as he walked into Dumbledore's office. Harry thought that Dumbledore would yell at him, but he did not. The Transfiguration Professor did not even talk or looked up at him. He just had Harry sit in front of his desk and wrote lines about not using magic outside of class. An hour passed dreadfully slow, and Harry left with a cramped hand. He waved it, annoyed as he walked out. Tom was still there, reading his book.

"You okay?" Tom instantly said, looking at Harry's hand.

"Nothing, it's just cramped from writing," Harry shrugged. Tom immediately took Harry's hand in his and rubbed it gently. Harry blushed as he moaned. Tom chuckled at his little snake's reaction. He continued to rub and massage Harry's hand until all of his aches disappeared. "I'll do this every night," Tom promised before his fingers slipped in Harry's, and they walked away.

Just as Tom promised, the Slytherins walked in at least pairs the next day, and Tom rubbed Harry's hand after his detention. However, instead of going back to the Slytherin Common room, Tom brought Harry towards the fifth floor, down a deserted corridor, and into a random classroom. The others were already there, desks set up in a circle, with the teacher's desk acting as the beginning of the circle. Tom went to that desk as Harry looked around. Everyone was there. Malfoy, Avery, Jasper, Rosier, even Orion, and Nott, but there was no sign of Mulciber.

"Good, everyone is here," Tom said. "Harry, sit to my left."

"Lord Voldemort," Malfoy said, looking a little alarmed. "Why isn't Mulciber here? And why is Peverell sitting by your side?"

"Until he proves his loyalty once more, Mulciber will no longer be a member of the Knights of Walpurgis. It is sad, to see our numbers diminish," Tom sighed, "however it is necessary."

"My Lord if I may," Rosier said, "what has Mulciber done to prove his disloyalty?"

"Several things," Tom, no Lord Voldemort, Harry corrected, began. "First he coveted a person who was mine. In more ways than one. Secondly, while he had what was mine, he treated this person poorly, forgoing his happiness in order to make an outdated society happy. That, along with the lies he has told us has proven that Mulciber is unfit to be a Knight at this moment."

"By person, you mean Peverell," Malfoy said shortly.

"I do," the young Lord nodded. He was silent for a moment. "Harry Peverell is mine. Your Lord does know and understand romantic interests, and Harry is mine. To put it into pedestrian phrases, we are dating, and he is my boyfriend. If any of you object to this, please stand up and speak now."

Malfoy stood up immediately. "This is immoral and goes completely against everything we believe in—"

"Crucio!"

Harry was caught surprised at Tom's curse. He did not even stand up, instead, he continued sitting, staring coldly at the screaming form of Abraxas Malfoy. The teen writhed violently, screaming under the Unforgivable Spell. The other boys squirmed uncomfortably, looking at one another as Tom kept the spell going. Malfoy's screams filled the hall, ringing in Harry's head as seconds turned into long agonizing minutes. Harry did not feel uncomfortable. Strangely, he couldn't look away. His heart raced as he heard Malfoy's screams, his cheeks blushing as he started feeling hot. He looked at Voldemort, and before he knew it, his wand was out and pointed at Malfoy as well. Harry jumped when he realized and quickly slid his wand back.

The Dark Lord ceased his spell and the room was filled with silence. Abraxas looked physically shaken, jittering uncontrollably on the floor. Nobody moved to help him, everyone staring at Harry and their Lord. Slowly, Malfoy gained control over his body once more and he struggled to stand. "I'm sorry, my Lord," he said in a soft, hoarse voice and he bowed. Tom just moved his hand, telling Malfoy to sit down. Once he did, Voldemort looked around, "Are we all in agreement not to question Harry and my relationship?" he asked.

"Yes, my lord," the boys said, looking down. Only Jasper was smiling openly as he said it.

"Good. For the world we create holds no place of hatred or bigotry that Malfoy has provided," Voldemort said. "However before that, we all must hold important positions in our community, along with spreading our beliefs further than just us. To that end, I want each of you to bring along someone you consider trustworthy to our next meeting. Failure to do so will result in torture done not by me, but by your fellow Knights, Harry included." He looked at Harry for a moment. "I also want these members to be from other houses if possible," he continued. That said, under no reason or excuse will any of you bring Walburga Black or Leonie Tremblay here. Is that understood?" Voldemort looked at Orion. The younger Slytherin nodded.

"Good. Now, how is the current climate? What have you all learned during your breaks?" Voldemort asked. The next hour proceeded with each boy reporting on everything their family did during the winter break. Who saw who, who talked to whom, and what was discussed. Grindelwald's war was brought up multiple times and Harry was not surprised to hear that many of the pureblood families were in support. Harry thought about what he and Tom planned to do to Grindelwald and decided to keep it a secret. By the end, all but him talked. Tom turned to Harry, "Your report?" he asked.

"My report?" Harry frowned.

"Yes, Peverell, your report," his Lord said shortly. "What do you have to offer for the Knights."

Harry was shocked for a moment. He looked around, licking his lips before hissing out, "You want me to reveal my contact with Grindelwald?"

"Yes, show them that you fully support their base endeavors. It will be easier to change their views if they believe you are one of them," Tom hissed back.

Harry cleared his throat and sat up. "During the break, I've received a two-way mirror from Grindelwald. Earlier this school year, I was actually kidnapped by his men. That was when he and I had a long discussion. The mirror was a way for us to continue communicating as I am now working for him, however, my loyalty lies solely in our Lord," Harry looked at Tom, who nodded approvingly. "Just yesterday, I've received a letter from Grindelwald with instructions, as well as a gift." He finished.

Rosier spoke up. "What were your instructions?" he asked.

"To keep watch over Dumbledore and the castle," Harry said, "I am to give weekly updates."

"And your gift?" Nott asked, leaning a little forward.

Here, Harry smiled, drawing out the anticipation. "I've received a list of how to create a very interesting poison. It does not kill nor maim nor hurt. This poison does not have you break out in boils or have any pain. In fact, from reading the description it is supposed to taste quite lovely in fact." Harry's smile grew, looking pleasant and friendly. However he could feel the chill and fear that crawled in the room, and he loved every second of it. "What this delicious potion does is rather simple: It makes the drinker baren and impotent. You see, I won't kill you, but rather your family line. A rather cruel punishment for a pureblood I believe. Don't you, my Lord?"

"Cruel, but deserved," Tom nodded.

"Who… who are you going to use it on?" Jasper whispered.

Harry looked towards him, "No one here obviously," he said. "You're my friends! I never would dream of hurting any of you, although I have to admit the thought did past whenever someone lets something slip past their lips," he looked towards Abraxas. "No, firstly I am using this on Leonie Tremblay, and only Leonie Tremblay, for daring to steal Mulciber from us and proving him disloyal to our Lord. From there, I will have a steady supply to be used as needed. However, I swear to you guys, my friends, along to my Lord that I will never use the poison against someone who is loyal to our Lord Voldemort."

The boys all relaxed. The Dark Lord looked amused. "As well as seeking my approval," he added, "as you all should do before performing in my name."

"Yes, my lord!" The boys all chorused, Harry smiling.

"Good," Voldemort said. "Then you are all dismissed. Remember, at our next meeting you must bring in someone new. We must start thinking of increasing our numbers."

The boys all stood and bowed to Tom. Harry being a second later than everyone as he followed their example. Tom dismissed them but held Harry back. "My little snake, you've done so well," he praised when it was just them. "I think you deserve a reward."

"I would love any reward from my Lord," Harry breathed.

"Then how about my lips on yours?" Tom said, and he captured Harry's lips. "You make me so proud. How you handled yourself here, as well as with those Gryffindors yesterday. My perfect snake, my lovely snake, my Harry."

Harry hummed and smiled as they kissed again. He felt a connection that he never felt before. A warm feeling that filled his body and drove him insane. He didn't know if he was ready to put into words his feelings, however, he knew from Tom's touches, and Tom's kisses that he was where he was supposed to be.

Harry was finally home.

A/N: Never get Harry angry. Next chapter will teach you why. Please don't forget to review!