Preface
occulta proditionePosted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/13252479.
Rating:
Mature
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Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship:
Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Voldemort, Harry Potter & Tom Riddle, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood
Character:
Harry Potter, Tom Riddle Voldemort, Sirius Black, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Gellert Grindelwald, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Dolores Umbridge, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, Nagini (Harry Potter), Peter Pettigrew, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Argus Filch, Petunia Evans Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Severus Snape, Cho Chang, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Tom the Barman (Harry Potter), Cedric Diggory, Aberforth Dumbledore, Ariana Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Rita Skeeter, Dobby (Harry Potter)
Additional Tags:
Slash, Possessive Tom Riddle, Vampire Harry Potter, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Mild Sexual Content, Torture, Death, Time Travel, Revenge, Abusive Dursley Family, Minor Character Death, Betrayal, Dark Harry Potter, Protective Tom Riddle, Dark Arts, Powerful Harry, Weasley Bashing, Hermione Granger Bashing, Dumbledore Bashing, Manipulative Dumbledore
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Published: 2018-01-03 Updated: 2020-10-28 Chapters: 11/? Words: 30525
occulta proditione
by goldenhjp
Summary
Waking up in the past in his fourth year, Harry finally gets the chance to start his life over. His friends and everyone he knew betrayed him and he will get his revenge. Even a Dark Lord hanging around him won't dampen his mood. Vampire!Harry Dark!Harry Tom!Harry Slash
Chapter 1
Chapter Notes
I'm going to edit the entire story because I've been getting some complaints. I started the story in 2017 and I've progressed my writing since then. Someone commented on and said that they didn't think it was good and I clearly stated in the first chapter on that this fanfic was my first in 2017. The first dozen chapters have major spelling mistakes because of that. I'll invest my time in correcting those chapters for now. Sorry if some people find it hard to read!
Just a brief reminder: even though I am revising, I won't go completely nuts and change the entire story... I am only changing the things that don't make sense.
Posted: December 28, 2017
Revised: March 22, 2020
The darkness was surrounding him, enveloping him like never before in his life. He didn't know what was happening or where he was but what he did know was that he was dead.
Harry's eyes opened to the view of a dark sky, his eyes curiously taking in where he was. He turned his head, only realizing then that Cedric Diggory was looking down at him.
"Hey, Potter? Are you alright, mate?"
"Yeah," Harry managed to get out from his parched throat, "Yeah, of course." Harry had only a couple seconds to take in what was happening before Cedric was shouting out,
"What are we going to do?"
Harry looked around, taking in the maze with dark eyes… ' It looks like I came back in time…' Harry hadn't the slightest clue how he had accomplished something so profound but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would milk this chance for all it was worth. Harry's dark eyes turned to Cedric, "Let's go together…"
Cedric nodded, "Okay, at the count of three… one, two three!" They both touched the cup before disappearing into thin air.
Harry landed gracefully onto the grass of the graveyard, watching as Cedric landed on his arse next to him. Harry studied the statue of Tom Riddle. Sr. before his hungry gaze went to Wormtail. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that rat and tear him into pieces.
"You okay?" Harry asked absentmindedly. He knew what was coming and he wasn't going to stop it. Cedric had to die.
Cedric nodded and stood up, "Where are we?"
"Looks like some graveyard…" Harry trailed off, his eyes watching Wormtail as he approached.
"Kill the spare!" A voice whispered but it could be heard none the less. It was high and cold which made Harry shiver slightly.
Harry watched Cedric look around in confusion before the green light of the killing curse lit up the graveyard and hit the boy square in the chest. Cedric's body twisted around before dropping lifelessly to the ground.
Harry said a quiet, "Sorry," before watching as Wormtail paused on him. Harry felt a tingle in his forehead and a light smile lit up his face as he realized that the horcrux must be still with him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he had missed the small little piece.
He felt a tug on his arm and realized that the rat was trying to manhandle him to the statue. Harry ripped his arm from Wormtail quickly and the rat's eyes widened, "You must… you must help…"
"Why must I help? Will I get anything in return?" Harry asked lightly. He was planning on resurrecting the Dark Lord anyway but he wanted to rile the rat up a bit first. Harry knew that the rat would face death if the ritual was't carried out.
"You must…" The rat burst into tears, "My Lord will be very displeased…"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and place a hand out for Wormtail to take and before he knew it, he was trapped in between a statue.
"Do it now!" Voldemort demanded and Wormtail ran over, gripping the Dark Lord's temporary vessel before dropping it into the boiling cauldron.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given…" Wormtail hovered a bone over the cauldron and dropped it in, "You will renew your son!" The rat took out a long sharp knife, slicing his right arm over the cauldron as it bubbled, "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master!"
Harry knew he was the next ingredient, so before the rat could go any further, he reached out his arm and bit down, "Blood of an ally, willingly given, you will resurrect your equal," his fangs were gleaming in the light.
Wormtail's eyes practically fell out of its sockets when he saw it, "No!"
"Yes, finish this…" Harry gave his arm to Wormtail and he approached with pain on his face, bleeding heavily from his wound. The rat took the blood from him, hastily making his way back over to the cauldron to drop it in.
"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" The rat declared as the cauldron burst into flames and a reformed Voldemort appeared. Harry's eyes could only widen when he came face-to-face with the Tom Riddle from the Diary but only a little bit older. Harry took in the man's features… soft black hair, aristocratic cheek bones that could cut glass and the most distinguishing feature were the eyes. Crimson red that told the world that he wasn't just Tom Marvolo Riddle… he was Lord Voldemort.
"My wand, Wormtail…" The rat bowed deeply and handed the wand to his master, blood still running out of his wounded arm, "Hold out your arm," the Dark Lord whispered.
Wormtail started crying in gratitude, "Master, thank you, master…" He held out his injured arm with a smile on his face.
"The other arm, Wormtail!" Voldemort snarled and the smile that was on Wormtail's face turned to a despairing frown, "Now!" The rat complied and held out his other hand just as Harry contemplated intervening. He didn't want anyone showing up like before because he had too much to tell the man.
"You could thank me, you know…" Voldemort's head snapped up from the rat's arm in the direction of the voice and green met crimson. The man had a curious expression on his face as he raked Harry up and down.
"And for what, you insolent child?" The Dark Lord slowly walked over to where Harry was pinned to the statue.
"For giving you an actual body… if I hadn't helped, you would have looked like a snake… not pretty…"
The Dark Lord chuckled, his hand reaching up to Harry's lips to wipe off some blood, "You're a vampire? The Light's saviour… a dark creature?" Voldemort cackled and walked back and forth in front of Harry and then he stopped, his gaze piercing Harry.
Harry allowed the Dark Lord to enter his mind and view the memory of the ritual and watched as Voldemort stared at him in confusion, "Why would you willingly give your blood?" Voldemort asked, his eyes narrowed.
"There is a lot I have to tell you which is why I didn't want you to call your death eaters…" Harry told him and watched as Voldemort slashed at the statue, releasing Harry from its hold.
"Leave us, Wormtail…" Voldemort snarled at the rat.
"B–But, master!" Wormtail whimpered, "Y–You promised…" He held out his wounded arm and fell to the ground.
Harry sneered in disgust, "Can I have him?" Harry grinned with a fang poking out from his upper lip. Voldemort chuckled as he shot Harry a look.
"I returned, master… you promised…"
Harry watched Voldemort fix his gaze on Wormtail, "Out of fear, not loyalty… still, you have proven yourself useful these past few months," then he conjured a new hand for the rat.
"Thank you, master… thank you!" Wormtail whimpered as he inspected his new hand.
Harry let out a disappointed sigh, "Do you have to?" Harry whined, "I'm hungry."
Voldemort smirked, "Leave us now, Wormtail!" The rat ran away, crying his thanks, "Now, what happened to you?" The Dark Lord asked Harry, amused.
"Honestly? I don't really know… all I do know is that I came back in time to my fourth year," said Harry, trying to think about why he was there in the first place.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "You're from the future?"
"It's hard to believe, I know, but it's true. I was nineteen when they killed me," Harry's eyes darkened, "After I killed you, no offence… everyone immediately betrayed me and started calling me the next Dark Lord… some hunted me down to put me in Azkaban and others wanted me dead." Harry eyes flashed, "Do you want to know who killed me?"
"Of course."
"The one and only, Albus Dumbledore," said Harry, sneering out the foul name, "He supposedly died in my sixth year on top of the Astronomy tower. Snape shot him with a killing curse."
"That old coot!"
"Yeah, they planned to stage his death and wait till I killed you before ending my life. I was on the run for two years but eventually they found me…that when they killed me and they didn't give me the luxury of the killing curse. No, they tortured me until I perished. I couldn't do a damn thing," Harry swallowed, remembering the memories of Dumbledore hovering over him with a dark grin, "They are going to pay, every last one of them."
The Dark Lord was quiet and Harry assumed he was thinking about everything he had said, "What about the prophecy?" He finally asked and Harry smiled grimly.
"Fake… it was a way to get rid of you," Harry said, walking closer to the Dark Lord, "You know what… you look good when you don't look like a snake," Harry complemented.
"I remember you saying something like that… I honestly didn't care originally because I just wanted a body but now that I have some rationality back, I realize that I may have cursed myself if I had taken your blood unwillingly. The snake venom would have become the main substance for my body," The Dark Lord grimaced at what he could have looked like.
"Well, at least you aren't insane…"
"Why?"
"You were completely mad when you looked like a snake and you would torture someone for breathing. Some of your loyal death eaters were even planning to defect because of your insanity."
"I see, I think the ritual gave my sanity back because your blood was a main component. I was stuck as a bodiless form for so long, I think I may have lost sense of my goals."
Harry nodded, "Also, I think you should start gathering your horcruxes because Dumbledore is searching for them," Harry told him, "You may have also created an unintentional one," he slowly added.
Voldemort scrunched up his forehead in confusion, "What do you mean? I couldn't have made a horcrux I don't know about… it isn't possible," Voldemort didn't seem surprised that Harry knew but he did seem angry that Dumbledore was collecting them.
"It is… were you planning to create another horcrux that night when you came to Godric's Hollow to kill me?"
The Dark Lord nodded faintly, "I did, I had an artifact I was going to use after I killed you but, obviously, that didn't happen."
"Where do you think that piece of soul went after you vanished?"
"The nearest thing it could find," Voldemort whispered, looking Harry in the eyes, "You're my horcrux. I didn't think a soul could enter a living being but you're proof."
"That is correct."
Harry watched as Voldemort paused to put his thoughts together. Harry sighed and thought about what his life would be like now that he had a second chance.
"Horcrux…" Voldemort muttered, "It was so obvious, I must be still insane not to feel my horcruxes when they are right next to me," The Dark Lord looked at Harry, "My horcrux…"
A shiver ran down Harry's spine, "I understand that you may be thinking of locking me up but I can assure you, that won't be happening."
The Dark Lord quirked a smile, "I had a feeling you would be like that, you brat."
"What can I say? I have so much to do and so much to plan… I don't have time to be your captive."
"What do you have to plan?"
"I have to find a way to take Dumbledore down while at Hogwarts and I have bones to pick with the blood traitor and mudblood."
"I have to get my horcruxes quickly before Dumbledore finds them."
"Well, your locket horcrux is in the Black House and not where you put it in the caves. When Dumbledore and I went to look for it in my last life, there was only a fake locket left and a letter inside that said,
'To the Dark Lord,
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.'
"It was signed with the initials R.A.B."
"Regulus Arcturus Black," Voldemort whispered, "So, he didn't destroy it?"
"No, he is one of the inferi now. The locket is with the barmy house elf, Kreacher." Harry paused, "Did you have any company when you went to plant the horcrux in the cave?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised.
"That blasted house-elf brought the traitor to the caves," Voldemort snarled, "You have a way of getting the locket safe?"
"I do," Harry said, "Some people forget that house-elves are capable of a lot more than they realize. They can enter any ward undetected… that's why it is good to treat house-elves with respect because then you have their loyalty."
Nagini hissed and Harry turned around at the noise , Master leaving me to fend for myself, promised me juicy human! And then Nagini came out of the bush right next to Harry, Master gave Nagini juicy human! She hissed happily, spotting Harry. She lunged at him but Harry's reflexes kicked in.
Nagini! Voldemort hissed as he watched the snake continue to lunge at her prey. Nagini paused though for a second, her diamond head turned in confusion,
You're not human, shehissed, sounding sad.
Harry was hiding behind The Dark Lord now, laughing at the snake, You're not allowed to touch me, Nagini! Harry taunted, But if you are good, I'll conjure you a big juicy rat!
You're a speaker?
"You're a speaker?" Voldemort asked along with Nagini.
"Yeah… I am related to Salazar Slytherin as well but from a different line," Harry began, "I researched my family line and I am related to Ignotus Peverell and the Peverell's are descended from Slytherin. When you cast the killing curse at me and gave me the horcrux, it helped to bring out my Slytherin qualities."
"That means we are related…" Voldemort grimaced, "Very distantly though."
Harry shrugged, "Can Nagini and I share the rat?"
"No, I mean it! He is still of use to me."
Master is being mean to speaker, speaker is hungry like Nagini… Nagini hissed, I will get food for speaker. She twisted around and slithered into the forest next to the graveyard.
Harry grinned, showing one pointed fang, "I love her already."
"Of course you would."
"Merlin!" Harry exclaimed, "How long have I been here?"
"A while."
"I think it's about time I get back…" Harry ran to the cup on the grass, stepping on a lump on his way.
"Maybe you shouldn't forget that boy?"
Harry looked back in confusion but his eyes widened, "Oh… forgot about him."
Voldemort looked at him in amusement.
"Don't forget to tell Nagini that I'll see her later! Accio Cedric Diggory." When the body was close enough, Harry touched Cedric's cold hand and the cup at the same time… then they were whisked away to Hogwarts.
Chapter 2
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 3, 2018
Revised: March 31, 2020
Harry appeared in the arena with Cedric Diggory's body in tow. Everyone applauded and whistled in excitement, wondering who won but Harry tried to focus on his cries of Cedric's name, "Cedric, wake up! Please, wake up…"
Then, all of a sudden, there was a deafening silence before everyone in the arena screamed.
"My son!" Amos Diggory battled around all of the people to get to Cedric, his eyes watering with tears, "My beloved son, what has happened!"
Harry cried out, "Cedric, Cedric!"
"Tell me what happened!" Dumbledore screamed at Harry as he held him but Harry pushed him away.
Harry internally smirked, "I can't remember much of what happened but Cedric was killed…" He cried, grabbing on to the body.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes as he looked at the mark on Harry's wrist. Harry had quickly changed the mark to a knife slash when he had landed in the arena. 'He is revived once again,' Dumbledore thought, 'I'll have to get Harry in shape faster than I'd anticipated.'
"Keep everyone in their seats, a boy has just been killed," Fudge looked at Dumbledore, "He must be moved, Albus… there are too many people."
Mad-Eye Moody began to approach then, "Come on, Potter!" He grabbed Harry on the sleeve and pulled him up, guiding him into the castle and into his office.
Harry entered the room, still sobbing pitifully but inwardly he was cackling when Barty in disguise sat down and stared at him, "You alright, Potter?" Moody asked and he nodded, "I am most curious… does it hurt?" Moody's tongue slipped out of his mouth to wet his lips and Harry could only shake his head in remembrance, "I better take a look at that…"
"Okay…" Harry said, "Go ahead."
Moody growled and Harry stopped crying, giving the man a grin before he was grabbed by the arm, "What was it like?" The man in disguise asked, "What was it like being in his presence?"
"Honestly? Not bad…" Harry smirked and the man looked at him as if he were mad.
Moody shifted in his position before he was gasping and struggling for air. He reached for the bottle that he frequently drank throughout the day but it was empty. The man huffed and rushed to a small box in the corner of the room where Harry realized the other bottles were also empty.
Barty had ran out again. Harry wanted to laugh… and he did. The laugh was an outright cackle and he had to calm down before Dumbledore came to see what was happening. Harry sighed in bliss… he couldn't believe his luck!
The man turned around and gave Harry a confused look, "Were there others?" He asked gruffly, "Were there others in the graveyard…?"
Harry grinned, "I don't think I said anything about a graveyard," Harry pause for a second, " Barty." Barty approached him in a swift second, grabbing Harry by the neck.
"How do you know who I am?" He snarled.
"You see, Barty," Harry began, "I want the Ministry to believe that the Dark Lord isn't back yet. I want them to think Dumbledore is a loon for even thinking of the idea… he will be gone by the end of the year, I guarantee it."
Barty scrutinized him for a few seconds before saying, "How do I believe that you are telling the truth and not some fabricated lies?"
" I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic that everything I previously said was the complete truth, so mote it be. That should tell you that I am speaking the truth," Harry took out his wand and lit up the tip with a lumos letting Barty know that he had kept his magic, "Also, it is time for you to leave… Dumbledore will be on his way to this room in a few minutes."
Barty stared him in complete silence, shocked beyond belief before he snapped out of it when Harry mentioned Dumbledore, "I see… I guess I have no choice but to believe you now," Barty grabbed everything he owned and left the room with a whispered, "See you soon, Potter."
Harry changed his expression as Dumbledore flew through the door, Snape behind him, "Harry, where is Moody?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry looked up at him with tears in his eyes, "He said he was leaving, took everything he owned and left," Harry stuttered out. Dumbledore muttered a curse under his breath and Severus narrowed his eyes at Harry.
"Harry get away from there!" Dumbledore shouted at him while pushing him away from a huge trunk. Harry shook his head, nearly letting a smirk take over his face. He felt the disgust overtake him when the man touched him on the shoulder and couldn't help but want to cut the old fool's hand off.
Dumbledore approached the chest and waved his wand over the top, when suddenly, the chests began to open one by one. When the final chest was opened, it revealed a man, Alastor Moody.
"Are you alright, Alastor?" Dumbledore asked and Harry could tell it was fake concern.
"I'm sorry, Albus…" croaked Moody as his voice echoed around the chest.
"If that's Moody, then who was…?" Harry slowly asked, trailing off as Dumbledore went over to the supply of bottles and took a small whiff.
"Polyjuice potion," Severus simply stated.
"Now we know who has been stealing it from your stores, Severus…" Dumbledore stalked back over to the trunk, "We will get you up in a minute, Alastor," and the man groaned.
Harry watched everything closely and his eyes narrowed on Severus Snape and he was met with dark eyes staring back. That man may disrupt his plans… Harry needed to know what side he was on.
Harry sat down at his table in the Great hall, hearing everyone talking about Cedric and then he heard something interesting…
"What do you think, Raph?" A third year Gryffindor with short brown hair and a mousy appearance whispered to his companion.
An equally mousy Gryffindor in the same year, Raph, whispered back fiercely, "Of course, you saw it Atticus!" The boy bit his lip, "It was Potter that did it… I know it!" He hissed when the boy named Atticus slapped him on the arm and told him to calm down but nodded in acknowledgement of what he had said.
Harry stopped listening after that and focused on his so-called friends, Hermione and Ron. Harry watched as Hermione chastised Ron on how much he ate but the boy wasn't listening. He couldn't stand to be there and he wanted to kill those traitors but he had to wait.
He looked down at the table and eyed the food, his expression twisting in an unconscious look of disgust before he turned around and decided to admire the vein sticking out of Hermione's neck. That vein was about the only thing that Hermione was good for… if he could just reach over and…
"Today we acknowledge a very terrible loss…" Harry scowled but focused on the headmaster as he spoke, "Cedric Diggory was, as you know, exceptionally hard-working, intricacy fair-minded and most importantly a fierce, fierce friend. I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort.
"The Ministry of Magic does not wish for me to tell you this but, not to do so would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, reminds us that while we may come from different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important then ever. Remember that and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain and we will celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and true right to the very end."
After the speech, the Great hall turned into an uproar. Everyone was denying the fact that the Dark Lord had returned and was immediately discrediting Dumbledore. He couldn't be more happy.
Harry looked over and noticed Hermione staring at him, "You don't look to me like you are grieving…"
"Give it a break, Hermione… I was in shock when Cedric died and I hardly knew him… I'm not going to live my life based on his death. Sure, I was sad and I still am but it's not going to rule my life or anything."
Harry stood up from the table and walked out of the Great hall, a much needed rest in his future.
Harry sat on the ledge of his window, looking out at the dark sky. He heard footsteps heading to his dorm and then a knock…Harry sighed, "Come in!"
Dumbledore stepped into the room and the room was silent for a few minutes until the old man spoke, "I never did like these curtains… set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident, of course. I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry. I'm terribly sorry."
Harry decided to let Dumbledore think that he had actually duelled the Dark Lord, "Professor, when I was in the graveyard there was a moment when… um… when Voldemort's and my wand sort of connected." He mentally complemented himself on his acting skills.
"Priori Incantatum. You saw your parents that night, didn't you? They reappeared?"
Harry nodded.
"No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry, I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead, soon we must all face the choice of what is right and what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here… you're not alone."
"Sorry, Professor, but I'm exhausted… if you wouldn't mind, I would like to get some sleep," and then Harry sat down onto his bed.
Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, my boy… understandable, sleep well," he said and left with a muttered goodbye. That was when Harry finally relaxed. Harry was starving and he didn't have any blood since before coming to the past. He was about to go stir-crazy with hunger.
That was when Dean Thomas walked into the room and Harry smirked maliciously. He felt a pang in his chest and a feeling overwhelmed him. Harry's sharp fangs lengthened and he eyed Dean with dark eyes. In a flash, Harry had his hand around Dean's neck and watched as the boy struggled to take in gulps of air. He pulled the neck close, licking the left side a little before his sharp fangs dug into the warm vein, breaking skin.
Harry closed his eyes in reverence, a happy sigh escaping his lips as he gulped down the warm blood. He didn't realized that the boy was dead until he retreated from the neck and heard not a single heartbeat. It took all of Harry's willpower to stop but he didn't want anyone to find out about him so he decided to get rid of the body.
Harry wiped the corner of his mouth and his chin of the blood, licking his fingers clean. Harry looked around, dazed from the blood. He really loved the colour crimson… it kind of reminded him of crimson eyes… Harry stopped the train of thought and blinked.
Harry shook his head to clear his mind and looked down at the dead body of Dean Thomas. He could transfigure the body into a rock but it would only last at least a year. Harry changed the fang marks to a knife cut and did just that.
It made Harry laugh because the light didn't believe that a simple spell like that could be dark. All spells were made by intent… if Harry wanted to use Wingardium Leviosa and levitate a body over a cliff… he would. It was as simple as that.
He went over to his bed and decided to take a nap.
Harry woke up a few hours later, shifting on his bed and wiping his eyes tiredly. Harry jumped out of his bed when he heard a lot of noise and had his wand in his hand in a split second. Everyone in the room fixed their eyes on Harry and all of a sudden the memories came rushing back to his head.
He hadn't died! Harry was elated… he looked around calmly and his eyes narrowed in on Ron.
"What in Merlin's name is going on?" Ron looked up into Harry's eyes and his finger pointed to Dean's bedpost. Harry turned to said direction and came face to face with an empty bed, "What happened?"
"I–I don't know, mate," Ron replied, looking down at his feet, "Dean said that he wanted to go to bed early but he isn't in his bed," Ron looked up from the floor and his eyes settled on Harry, "But you must know, you were here!"
Harry sighed internally, "I was sleeping, how am I supposed to know what happened to him. He'll turn up, maybe he just went to the kitchens?"
Ron glared at him from the corner of his eye. Harry could understand that… anyone would believe he had something to do with it since he was in the room.
"We have to tell Dumbledore," Ron exclaimed, pushing everyone to get to the door. Hermione came rushing up to see what was happening and she started muttering frantically, "Come on, mate," Ron grabbed onto Harry's arm but when he touched it, he flinched.
"What happened? You're so cold…" Ron looks over Harry, "Hermione, touch him, it's crazy!"
Hermione touched Harry's arm but drew back, "Merlin, Harry… what's going on?"
Harry cursed inwardly.
They couldn't know. If they found out that the Boy-Who-Lived was a vampire, they would go crazy, "I'm just not feeling well… that's why I wanted to take a nap. Though, I'm still tired… I'm going to go back to bed. You guys go on…"
Hermione and Ron shared a look but gave in. They walked out of the room, everyone following behind them as they headed for the Headmaster's office.
Harry watched them leave with a contemplative look. They knew something was up and if anyone could figure it out, it would be Hermione. It's not like they had proof anyway. Harry sighed, lid back down and went to sleep.
Chapter 3
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 6th, 2018 Revised: April 13th, 2020
The rest of the school year went on in a rush and Dumbledore shared the grave news of Dean Thomas' missing status. Harry wasn't surprised that people were going crazy… although, he couldn't help the grin that wanted to take over his face at the thought of Dean. Harry didn't think he could have stopped drinking his blood even if he wanted to.
It was finally the end of the year and Harry was getting ready to enter the Hogwarts Express. It didn't take long to find a compartment but suddenly– he realized in dawning horror– that he was going back to the Dursley's. After everything that has happened to him, he was being forced to go back to those animals. He couldn't help the snarl that took over his face. The train began to move and he braced himself for what was to come.
Eventually, he arrived at King's cross station and Harry grudgingly said goodbye to Ron and Hermione who were– to Harry's amusement– looking for him the entire trip.
Harry spotted Vernon across the station and sighed deeply when the man waddled up to him with an angrily whispered word of, "Boy!" Harry shook his head at the display, already regretting his decision to return to the humans, "Now boy, if you do any funny business… anything at all and I will lock you in your cupboard for a week… is that clear?" Vernon bellowed out when they were safely in the car, away from prying ears, "That includes no food or anything."
Vernon grunted and started the car, Harry glaring at the back of his head. The human knew that he couldn't fit into the cupboard at his age and it must give his uncle some sort of satisfaction to watch him suffer in such a way, "Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry whispered.
Throughout the ride, Vernon gave him dirty looks in the rearview mirror and Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. As they arrived, the man got out and Harry followed him into the house until the hand that he knew was coming, gripped tightly around his shoulder.
He was dragged up the flight of stairs and thrown into his room like a bag of rubbish. He heard the familiar locks click into place and loud footsteps echoing down the stairs. Harry shook his head and walked over to his bed, sitting his arse on the dirty and ripped comforter with a grimace.
Harry sighed and wondered if he should just shadow-step to the graveyard to get out of the Dursley's home but thought better of it. It was better if he stayed for a little bit because he knew the order was watching him and would eventually grow bored. If he was lucky, the one watching him was that drunk and then he would make his escape.
He heard the noise of Vernon coming back up the stairs and huffed out a sigh, "Go start the chores, you little freak!" He heard through the door as the locks were unlocked, "Now, you ungrateful shit."
He stood up and waited until the man was already downstairs in the entertainment room before opening the door and walking down the stairs silently. He decided to just go along with everything because it wasn't like this was his first time doing chores. Harry knew he could get through a few days of picking up after the Dursley's.
Harry felt hesitant over the appearance of Vernon, however, as he cleaned the stove. The look in the man's eyes gave him chills and made his mind go back to memories that he had tried to forget. Harry shook his head, not giving Vernon the satisfaction in paying any attention to him.
The man knew how to make him scared.
The next few days made Harry so itchy to kill that he had taken to draining the next door neighbours everyday… not enough to kill them but to keep his mind off the fact that he couldn't touch the Dursley's until the right time.
One night, Harry decided to take the trace off his wand so that the Ministry didn't find out about anything. It was only an easy spell and Harry could do it wandlessly.
Another few days after that, Harry was cleaning when an overwhelming hunger came over him. He had fed from a neighbour the night before so he didn't know why he was feeling hungry again.
Maybe it was the stress he was feeling…
He heard Dudley on the couch and his eyes lit up as his fangs grew in anticipation. Harry walked over in front of the television and Dudley looked up in confusion before his face contorted in fear.
"What… what are you doing, freak?" Dudley squeaked, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. Harry responded by flashing his fangs and grabbing Dudley by the neck. He dug them into the soft skin, revelling in the torment he was causing the little shit.
Harry heard footsteps toward the entertainment room as Dudley screamed and Petunia appeared, her eyes wide. The vase that she had in her hand, dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces, "Vernon!" She shrieked, "Get off him, you… you monster!" She spat out. Harry unlatched himself from Dudley's neck and locked his glowing eyes with Petunia.
"What do you want, Pet?" Vernon asked, walking into the room. When he noticed what was happening, his face turned a shade of purple and he exploded, "What did you do, you little monster?" He began to shout and Harry couldn't help the flinch that it caused him.
Harry, pretending to appear innocent, looked at his uncle with confusion in his eyes, "What do you mean, uncle?"
Vernon gave him a look that told Harry he didn't believe his little act, "Get away from my son this instant!" Vernon waddled over so fast, Harry thought he would have had whiplash if he were human. Vernon's big, meaty fist soared through the air and Harry froze, caught in memories as he was hit in the stomach.
When he finally stopped hitting Harry, the man took out a pocket knife and sliced Harry's back. Harry cried out in agony as the knife slid over his scarred body and when Vernon was finished, he spat on the boy, leaving him sprawled out onto the floor.
Harry sighed quietly, wondering why he had let the man beat him. The memories that had assaulted him when Vernon began… it rendered him frozen and speechless. He couldn't do anything and it made him feel useless, weak… vulnerable.
Harry grabbed onto whatever strength he had left and shadow-stepped to the graveyard in Little Hangleton. He planned retribution.
Tom Marvolo Riddle– or most, who know him as Lord Voldemort, was sitting at his desk with paperwork surrounding him when he felt a tingle alerting him to someone entering his wards. He stood up abruptly, stalking out of his office and outside to see who dared to enter without alerting him to their presence.
He arrived in the graveyard and his eyes widened when he saw messy black hair, "Potter?" He asked in confusion and walked closer, his eyes analyzing the situation. Tom reached out to touch Harry on the shoulder but the boy laughed lightly, startling him.
"My uncle did a number on me, didn't he?"
Tom's eyes glowed in anger and he hissed, "Those filthy muggles did this to you?" Harry nodded and laughed again, this time bitterly, "Why didn't you just kill them?"
Harry shrugged, "I have my reasons…"
Tom knew there was a lot more to the situation but didn't interrogate the boy… there would be time for that after he was healed.
Harry pushed himself off the ground and made his way inside the house behind Tom. They ended up in the medical wing and Harry sat down on the bed for a few seconds while Tom called for a healer.
He was surprised to know that Draco's mother was a healer.
"Narcissa, I expect you to have him as good as new," the Dark Lord spoke, giving the woman a glare, "I have muggles to kill."
Harry gave the man a glare of his own, "Those muggles are mine to kill!"
Tom raised his eyebrows in amusement, "What do you mean? Who said I was going to kill your muggles?"
Harry sighed, trying not to feel the embarrassment that would surely be on his face if he weren't a vampire, "Get out," he said calmly to the Dark Lord in which the man cackled.
"Mr. Potter, my name is Narcissa Malfoy and I will be treating you today," she stated, walking over to her newest patient.
"Call me Harry, Potter makes me sound like my father," Harry said, a grimace on his face.
Narcissa gave the boy an amused smile, "You may call me Narcissa as well then." The woman then started on Harry's physical injuries, telling Harry to move on his stomach. What she saw made her gasp and she took a step back, "Harry, how did this happen?"
"How did what happen?" Harry asked but when he looked back at the woman's face and his back, he finally realized what she had meant, "It was my uncle…" Harry said quietly, "…and since I'm a vampire, it has scarred over and I won't be able to get rid of it."
"Merlin," she breathed.
"Rid of what?" Tom said, walking into the room again. If Harry didn't know any better, he would have thought that the man was listening from the other side of the door.
Narcissa stepped further back, letting the Dark Lord take a look and Harry turned away. He knew how the man would react, especially since he was a horcrux.
The air grew cold and when Harry finally took a peak at the man, his eyes widened at the livid expression that he could see. Tom was seething inwardly. He didn't realize he was pacing until he felt a draft.
Harry looked down, knowing full well that the Dark Lord was going to target his family now. He hoped the man would at least let him join… after all, it was his right.
His thoughts went to the scar on his back and he sighed… he had come to terms with never getting rid of it. He wished and wished but how could he get rid of something that his body had frozen in time?
It was horrible and Harry one too many times, thought of mutilating his back even further just to get rid of the word that was scarred there forever. The word, 'Monster' which was across his lower back with blood still dripping from the wound where his uncle had reopened it. It may heal quickly but it would never go away.
"They're dead," the Dark Lord said menacingly, "Tonight."
Harry just nodded, not finding the words to speak as the man stalked out of the room in anger.
"I would come along but I know the Dark Lord won't allow me," Narcissa said, a pout on her lips.
Harry smiled for the first time since being in Riddle Manor and gave the woman a soft look, "Thank you," and that was all he said as he pulled himself off the bed and followed the pissed off Dark Lord out of the room.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked as they apparated outside of number four privet drive.
"Come on," the Dark Lord said, "I haven't got all day."
Harry rolled his eyes at the man, "Don't be like that… They're my muggles to kill, I don't need you to help me but I'm nice enough to bring you along," Harry grinned, walking up to the door.
They didn't pay any attention to the wards that were supposed to be outside of the house because since the Dark Lord had Harry's blood, it didn't touch the man.
The Dark Lord rolled his eyes in return, "I would have come anyway, even if you didn't want me to, brat."
Harry nodded, knowing that was true, "Well, time to kill some nuisances," then, he opened the door.
They both entered the house and found the three Dursley's in the entertainment room. Harry slowly walked closer and the first to notice him was Dudley. The boy stared and then his eyes bulged out of his head, his finger pointing directly at Harry, "Dad, the freak came back!" Dudley shouted at the top of his lungs.
Vernon Dursley looked behind him and his face turned an even darker purple than Harry was used to, "Boy, what are you doing back? Get out of our house if you know what's good for you or your punishment will be worse than you could ever imagine," Harry's eyes glowed a bright emerald green and Vernon stuttered, "Stop that freakishness now!"
Harry chuckled darkly at the fear in Vernon's eyes… it was time for that man to fear him and not the other way around. He was sick and tired of being pushed around by that beastly man.
Tom tried to gain some control as he shot daggers at the muggle, "Filthy muggles," he growled out underneath his breath.
"You first," Harry said quietly, "I want them alive when it is my turn."
The Dark Lord looked at him and Harry raised an eyebrow, "No promises," the man said.
The three muggles turned to look at Tom then and Vernon paused and looked at Petunia, "Do you know him, dear?"
"Not that I know of," she said in return, shaking in fear.
"I am Lord Voldemort," the Dark Lord said simply.
"Now, there is no need for this…" Vernon began, his eyes looking at the Dark Lord, "We didn't do anything to the freak."
"Get out of our house!" Petunia shrieked immediately.
"Crucio!" Voldemort snarled and it hit Vernon Dursley as he fell to the floor writhing in agony and screaming at the top of his lungs. Petunia fell to her knees and pleaded for the Dark Lord to stop but there was no such word in his vocabulary.
Harry cackled as he watched his uncle endure torture until the curse was transferred to Petunia and then Dudley. Harry's mouth watered to take blood from his relatives and before the Dark Lord could say that he was finished, Harry grabbed his uncle's neck and dug his sharp fangs into the flesh.
He ripped and teared until all he could see was a puddle of blood on the floor and heard Vernon's heartbeat abruptly stop. Harry took out his wand which had the trace removed, "Imperio!" He shot it at Petunia and gave her the order to kill her son.
Harry watched happily as Petunia picked up a knife, her face contorting in horror as she walked up to her son and started stabbing in and out until he was dead and she was covered in blood.
He broke the imperio and Petunia broke down into sobs, "My baby!"
Tom watched with fascination as Harry killed his family and he was pleased that the saviour was so dark.
Harry sighed and cast a quick scourgify to clean himself of the blood before sending the killing curse at Petunia without a look in her direction. He then licked the remaining blood from his lips.
"You were particularly vicious…" The Dark Lord said, looking at the bloody bodies on the floor.
Harry's lips curved into a dark smirk, "You could say that… anyway, what are we going to do about the bodies?" Tom followed the action as Harry licked his lips again, his pink tongue peaking out.
"Well, I will get Rodolphus and Rabastan to come fix everything when I break them out from Azkaban. In the meantime, I can cast a muggle repellent charm so nobody will enter this house."
Harry nodded, "I can just say that someone killed them while I was away from the house…"
The Dark Lord inclined his head, "Exactly and just out of curiosity, why can you use your wand?"
Harry raised an eyebrow before realization hit him, "Oh, you mean the trace? I got rid of that as soon as I came back here… it didn't take long. It was just a bit of wandless magic."
"Yeah, just a bit of wandless magic, he says…" The Dark Lord shook his head.
They both left the house then, content with how things turned out.
Chapter 4
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 6, 2018 Revised: April 17, 2020
Harry watched as death eaters made their way inside the meeting room and took their places. He noticed that some death eaters were fearful, arrogant or shaking with anticipation. Harry looked over to Voldemort's elite death eaters and saw Lucius standing tall and proud but Harry knew it was taking all of the man's control not to shake like a leaf. He smirked at that, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched the Dark Lord start his meeting.
"Welcome, my friends…" The Dark Lord began and Harry couldn't help but snort softly, "…fourteen years it has been and yet, you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed… not one of you tried to find me." Harry started to laugh and Voldemort turned toward him in confusion.
This speech is the exact same as before… he hissed and stopped laughing abruptly when Voldemort's lip twitched, okay, I'll stop.
The Dark Lord's focus was once again on his death eaters, "Not even you, Lucius!" Voldemort shouted, slashing the blonde's mask off.
"My Lord, I hadn't detected any sign or even a whisper of your whereabouts," Lucius said, cowering under Voldemort's gaze.
"There were signs, my friend and more than whispers…" Voldemort said softly.
Lucius flinched, "I assure you, I never renounced the old ways… the face I have been obliged to present each and every day since your absence, that's my true mask," the blonde aristocrat explained fearfully.
"Regardless, Lucius…" Voldemort sneered but paused when he heard snickering behind him from Harry and a series of hisses from Nagini. The Dark Lord decided to ignore them because there was no telling what those two were up to. He severely regretted introducing his familiar to Harry… they were both menaces.
Voldemort's attention was taken by Severus Snape who approached him with calmness that he was used to from the man, "My Lord…"
"You have news, Severus?" He hissed as Harry's head shot up at the familiar voice.
"Yes, my Lord… Dumbledore continues to proclaim that you've returned and he is trying to get Potter to go down with him, announcing publicly that the boy saw you in the tournament."
Harry's eyebrows rose, "How come I haven't heard of this?"
Voldemort turned slightly to look at Harry, You've been with those filthy muggles… how would you know anything? The Dark Lord hissed, extremely grateful for the silencing and notice-me-not charm he had put around Harry.
Harry paused, "You have a point…"
Voldemort focused once again on Severus, "When the old fool announced it publicly, how many people were on his side?"
"Not a lot, my Lord… the old man is throwing a temper tantrum as we speak…"
"Hmm, I see… anything else, Severus?"
"The barmy old headmaster is also planning to give Potter more training next school year to defeat you."
The Dark Lord heard quiet cackling from behind him and sighed, pinching his nose, "I see, I see… if that is all, Severus, you may take your place again."
Severus stayed quiet for a second before he met eyes with the Dark Lord, "The boy seemed different the last time I saw him… his magic was darker but he couldn't have changed so quickly," he said quietly, "Potter couldn't stand the old fool from what I could tell and at one point I could even see a flash of disgust cross his face when the old fool placed a hand on his shoulder… there is something not right with him."
The Dark Lord's eyes glowed crimson for a second and Severus wondered if he had gone too far.
"Go on…" Voldemort said in a steely tone.
"He is also planning to meddle with the boy's choices. The headmaster wishes for me to brew a potion called, ' cognetibus abiciant', which will make Potter more obedient to him."
Harry shook his head because he wasn't surprised and Voldemort glared at Severus like it was his fault.
"Thank you, Severus… if that is all, you may take your place."
Severus inclined his head and whispered, "My Lord," before walking away.
"Watch out for him…" Harry said to Tom, "He's not as loyal as he should be."
I didn't think he would be after Lily Potter's death, Tom hissed back.
"I may be able to get him to be loyal to you again," Harry told him, "He pledged an oath to Dumbledore that he would protect me and he can't do that if I'm here," Harry smirked.
I see… it is worth a try… you are devious, Voldemort hissed before turning back to his death eaters, "Does anyone have questions for me?" Nobody in the room was stupid enough to answer the Dark Lord unless they wanted a death wish but one didn't get that message.
"How do we know you can lead us like before?" A guy in the back shouted out as it echoed around the room. The Dark Lord smirked… someone always wanted a death wish and he was happy to oblige.
"Show yourself!" He snarled and a man with a great bushy beard walked up proudly, unknowing to the consequences of his actions, "Do you dare doubt my abilities?"
"I am merely suggesting…" The man was cut off when the Dark Lord shot the torture curse at him and he fell to the floor, writhing in agony. When he started screaming, Voldemort's eyes lit up but he wasn't the only one.
Harry licked his lips, "Can I have a taste?"
Voldemort gave Harry a deadpanned look, no, you cannot.
"What do you mean, no?"
I said no… the Dark Lord hissed.
"If you won't let me, I'll have to settle for something a little more… tastier," Harry eyed up Lucius.
Tom's eyes widened, don't you dare… you can have a little taste but don't kill him.
Harry nodded and with that confirmation, he shadow-stepped to the man. He lifted his mask just a bit and his fangs grew in length, ready to latch on to the neck in front of him. As soon as he did, he moaned at the taste of blood on his tongue.
It wasn't nearly as good as Dean's or Dudley's but it was good. Somehow, Harry found that the younger the person the sweeter the blood. The man wasn't old but he wasn't young either… probably in between.
Harry's eyes became dazed and he only realized a second too late that he had drained the man dry.
"You killed my toy…" The Dark Lord told him, anger in his voice.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, "I was hungry…" Harry smiled sheepishly even though the man couldn't see his face.
"You owe me," Tom said, gesturing for Harry to go back to his place behind him.
"Yeah, I had a feeling…"
"I suspect everyone is wondering who that was," he asked and his voice carried around the entire room, "This is… Lord Tenebris…"
"Lord Tenebris? You're not seriously calling me Lord Dark."
Voldemort shot a glare in Harry's direction, "Lord Tenebris is my partner and he will be respected just as much as you respect me…" The Dark Lord commanded and Harry could here some affirmatives from the death eaters but others just nodded, "Everyone is dismissed."
When the room was empty, Voldemort stood up and walked over to Harry. The mask on Harry's face was taken off and Harry looked up from his blood induced daze at Voldemort. The Dark Lord's hand went up to the corner of Harry's mouth and wiped away a trail of blood that had escaped.
Harry's wide emerald eyes locked with crimson.
They were interrupted abruptly by a large bang and they both looked towards the door as two death eaters walked in, hauling someone behind them with a dark cloak and hood covering their identity.
"We found an intruder, my Lord," one of the death eaters said, "He says he is here to take the mark."
"Show yourself," the Dark Lord demanded.
"Yes, my Lord," a gruff voice came from the cloak and Harry's eyes widened once again. He ran toward the cloaked man and jumped in his arms as the hood fell.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted in surprise.
Sirius stepped back, "Harry?" He asked frantically, "What are you doing here?"
Harry smiled hugely, "I knew you weren't under Dumbledore's abnormally crooked nose," he said, "It's so good to see you… the old coot must have kill you himself then, if that's the case."
"You didn't answer my question, pup."
"I'm dark… always have been and always will," Harry told him.
"Stop pacing, you're creating a draft…" The Dark Lord muttered to Harry and he glared at the man in return.
"You're dark?" Sirius asked bluntly, "This is the first time I'm hearing of this. I also want to know why you think the old coot apparently killed me…"
"We're going to have to stage your death… the old man can't kill you if we polyjuice someone to look like you," said Harry, completely ignoring his godfather's question.
"Can you tell me why you think the old man is going to kill me?" Sirius asked impatiently.
Harry sighed and looked at the Dark Lord, "I have to explain again…"
"Don't look at me… I won't explain everything, it's your life," the Dark Lord told him, amused. Harry sighed again, this time deeply before giving Sirius an overview of what had happened in his previous life.
"That manipulative old coot!" Sirius hiss venomously and Harry looked at him in amusement.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were a parselmouth," Harry told his godfather but sobered up quickly, "But… it was equally my fault for not catching on to his plans for me to begin with…"
Sirius grabbed Harry by the arm, intending to knock some sense into his godson but retreated back from the touch just as fast with a gasp, "Why in Merlin's name are you so cold?"
"I guess I haven't told you, have I?" Harry said, showing his fangs to Sirius and the man raised an eyebrow.
"I honestly didn't think that you could ever be a vampire… James and Lily weren't…" Sirius muttered to himself.
It was five minutes to twelve and Harry sat on his rigid bed, filthy hand-me-down clothing hanging off his thin frame. He wondered what his seventeenth birthday would bring him… hopefully is wasn't too bad.
Harry's gums started to hurt suddenly and he slowly slid off the bed, approaching a cracked mirror that was Dudley's leftovers. He inspected his teeth but found nothing out of the ordinary, so he went back to his bed.
It was now four minutes to twelve and Harry was beginning to feel impatient. He wanted to pass the time so that he could finally wish himself happy birthday and give in to his exhaustion. He believed that his birthday wasn't that special and it was just one more day that he aged older and older. What was so special about that?
He never did like his birthday… growing up without one really messed him up. It was why he had started his ritual of staying up until midnight because if he didn't wish himself happy birthday, then who would?
Once three minutes to twelve came, Harry started to think about the fact that as soon as he turned seventeen, he would be able to use magic as much as he wanted. He was looking forward to that.
Harry contemplated what it would be like leaving the hellhole he was in as he gazed out his barred window. He would finally be emancipated and wouldn't have to live with his sorry excuse for relatives. He would be able to live on his own.
A sharp pain shot through his gums and he fell down onto his bed. When he looked over at the time, he realized it was only one minute to twelve.
Suddenly, the pain that was in his gums traveled throughout his body and he bit his tongue to stop the screams that he wanted to let loose. It wasn't to be though… Harry couldn't contain the pain anymore and he screamed at the top of his lungs, writhing on his bed.
He knew had woken up his relatives when he heard loud thumps coming towards his bedroom, indicating that his uncle was on the way to make his pain even worse.
"Well, on my seventeenth birthday, I received an inheritance but I wasn't sure which side of my family it was from," Harry told them, "When it happened, my uncle heard my screams and decided that he wanted join in with my torment."
Voldemort knew all too well what Harry meant by that and he growled but by the look on Sirius' face, he caught on as well.
"I'm going to kill those good-for-nothing muggles," Sirius hissed out.
Harry gave the Dark Lord a look before they broke out into chuckles, "As much as I'm happy that you are angry on my behalf, they are already dead since yesterday."
Sirius looked at him in shock, "You already killed them?"
"Sure did…" Harry told him.
"I see… well, at least those filthy excuses for humans are gone."
Harry nodded, "Of course they are… why would I let them live after everything they've done to me?"
"I understand, pup," Sirius said, "I'll just take the mark now."
Voldemort took out his wand a placed it on Sirius' left forearm, " Morsmordre," he hissed and a skull appeared as Sirius dropped to the floor in pain.
"We are finished here," the Dark Lord said, "Black, you can take a room in the guest wing."
Sirius, who was still on the floor reeling from the pain, nodded and hauled himself up and on his feet. He looked at Harry and nodded, "I'll see you soon, pup."
Harry watched his godfather walk out the door with a death eater that the Dark Lord ordered to show to his room.
"I'm going to go rest a bit as well…" Harry told the man, "Tom," he smiled.
Voldemort was ready to start cursing Harry but paused when the usual anger didn't come at the mention of his name. The only thing he felt was satisfaction that it came from Harry and nobody else.
He had a lot to think about.
Chapter 5
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 6, 2018 Revised: April 17, 2020
"Why didn't the elder wand work for him?" Ron asked Hermione curiously but Harry answered instead, a contemplative look on his face,
"It answered to someone else…" Harry said to them, "When Voldemort killed Snape, he thought that the wand would become his but Draco was the one to disarm Dumbledore in the tower."
Ron hummed, "Wait, didn't you disarm Draco at Malfoy manor?" Ron asked and Hermione's face darkened.
"Yeah, assuming since I disarmed Draco, the elder wand should work for me," Harry said, bemused.
"What are you going to do with it?" Hermione asked darkly.
Harry turned to look at Hermione, "What do you mean, 'Mione?"
"That is the most powerful wand in the world," Ron said and looked at Hermione, his face resembling hers, "You would be invincible…"
Harry didn't like what they were insinuating, "What…?" Ron glared at Harry like he would start attacking people with the elder wand and grabbed it quickly from Harry's hold, "Ron, what are you..?"
"If I don't get the wand, you definitely don't," Ron hissed snapping the wand into two pieces and throwing it off the bridge.
Hermione looked at Ron and they both shared a silent conversation and then they both looked at Harry. He backed up, not knowing what his ex-friends were planning. He didn't want to give away that he was a vampire, he wouldn't get any peace.
"You're not seriously believing that I would use that wand for my own gain?" Harry asked ludicrously.
"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted and Harry jumped out of the way of the spell, "Harry we thought you could have been spared but now we know what Dumbledore meant… he knew you would turn dark as soon as You-Know-Who was killed, that you would take his place."
Harry looked defeated as he stared at Ron and Hermione, "If anyone deserves that wand, it is Hermione and I because being around you has put us in so many life threatening situations. You're a danger to everyone, you just wanted him gone so you could become the next Dark Lord. We knew for a while when Dumbledore told us and we had to get some compensation for doing all that we've done. You have too much power and you need to go!" Ron shouted.
Harry didn't know what to do. He knew his friends weren't that trustworthy but he wanted to give them a second chance. How could they, how dare they insinuate that he would become the next Dark Lord?
Harry was caught off guard when another stupefy was shot at him and he slumped to the ground in darkness.
Harry sat up quickly and ran a hand threw his raven hair. Why was he dreaming about that at a time like this? There was a knock at the door and Harry sighed, "Come in."
"Hey, pup," Sirius said as he opened the door, "Did I wake you?"
"No, I just woke up before you came," Harry said then asked, "Listen, Siri, are you alright with me being a vampire?"
Sirius stared at Harry, "That would be very hypocritical of me if I wasn't. Remus is a werewolf, do you think I would stop being around him because of that? You're still my godson and you'll always be."
Harry smiled, relieved, "Thanks, Siri."
"No need to thank me, pup, that's what I'm here for."
"I have a lot to do today," Harry told his godfather, "I have to find a way to fake your death without Dumbledore thinking it suspicious."
"I'm sure you'll find something," Sirius said.
Harry hummed and his eyes widened when the greatest idea came to him, "I've got it! Meet me in Tom's study," Harry shouted on the way out of his bedroom.
Sirius shouted, "Who is Tom?" But Harry didn't hear it because he was already gone. Sirius shook his head in thought.
Harry walked down the corridors of Riddle manor and stopped at a two-way door. He knew the best place to find a poor sod was in the dungeons. It was dark as he entered, the torches that were on the walls didn't light up very much. It wasn't new to hear screaming, moaning or even cackling.
Harry wondered if Bellatrix was the one cackling but he knew the woman was in Azkaban as he smiled in amusement. The last door had a guard next to it and Harry conjured his mask, "Out of the way," Harry told the guard darkly.
The guard's eyes widened before he practically jumped out of the way, knowing that Harry was a vampire.
As soon as Harry entered the cells, he saw a woman that looked familiar which made a cackle slip out of his mouth and into the air, "Get up," he demanded of the woman.
"Have mercy," the woman screeched in Harry's sensitive ear and he rubbed his head as a headache started to form.
When Harry arrived outside Tom's study, he whispered the parseltongue password and opened the door, carrying the prisoner behind him. The woman began to run as fast as she could then, but sadly for her, she went the wrong way.
"Crucio!" Harry shouted viciously, taking off his mask and the woman fell to the floor, screaming bloody murder.
"Why do I have a feeling that you wanted her to try to run from you?" Tom asked, "What are you doing with my prisoner?"
Harry, who was too busy torturing the woman, whispered out a, "One moment," which made Tom smile in amusement. Once Harry was finished, it had been two minutes and even Tom sighed in exasperation.
"Really Harry, was that necessary?" Tom asked while glancing at a gaping Sirius Black.
"Of course it was necessary… she deserved it for trying to escape me. She's here because I've decided what I'm going to do about Sirius' fake death. Close your mouth, Siri, you'll catch flies."
"Is that who I think it is?" Sirius stuttered out, his mouth closing with an audible click.
"I couldn't believe it either but here she is…" Harry said, "Tom, why was Professor Trelawney in your dungeons?"
Tom never did like his name and the whole reason he made an anagram of Tom Marvolo Riddle was to shed his given name and take on a new and stronger name. He didn't like the name Tom one bit but when Harry said it, it was a different story.
He didn't understand why.
He was feeling things that he wasn't sure he understood. He never felt anything like it before in his life… sure he felt lust, but this… this was different somehow.
It was only giving him a migraine as he thought of it.
"Tom?" Harry asked as he waved a hand in the Dark Lord's face, successfully bringing him back to the conversation. Tom looked down at Harry and he already knew by the look on the boy's face that he wouldn't be able to stop him from whatever he had planned.
"What are you up to?" Tom asked suspiciously.
Harry grinned sharply, "I'm going to imperio Trelawney to go back to the order of the chickens in Sirius' place with polyjuice potion," Harry said calmly, "I'm assuming you captured her for the prophecy she apparently made?"
When Trelawney finally noticed the occupants of the room, she gasped at Harry, "Harry Potter?" Professor Trelawney's eyes shown with disgust because of his betrayal, "You traitor!"
That was when Tom felt an overwhelming urge to curse the woman to oblivion, "Crucio!"
Tom watched as the woman was tortured for the second time and Harry smiled because he knew that the man did it because of his sake.
Harry wondered why Tom felt the need to protect him.
He wasn't averse to it though… not at all.
In fact, Harry felt happy for once in his life.
Chapter 6
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 14, 2018 Revised: April 20, 2020
Sirius walked over to a chair and sat down, watching as Harry shot a stupefy at Trelawney and the woman slumped to the floor still twitching from the torture curse.
"I have a better idea…" Tom whispered, amused, "There is a spell that will kill the victim if broken from the imperious curse."
Harry looked at Tom with a smile on his face, "Perfect idea," Harry said and then asked, "What is the spell?" Harry could hardly contain his eagerness.
"It is pronounced as mors imperium and the wand movement is just a circle gesture," Tom told him.
"Do you have any polyjuice potion brewed?" Harry asked, circling the woman in a predatory manner. Tom couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Harry.
"Mimsy," Tom said quietly and a house elf appeared suddenly.
"What does master lord be wanting with Mimsy, sir?" The elf squeaked out loudly.
"Mimsy, go see if we have any polyjuice potion in the storage area…" Tom told her.
"Mimsy be doing that right away, sir!" The elf disappeared just as fast with an excited giggle.
Harry, after seeing Mimsy, thought of an idea, "Dobby?"
Dobby appeared quickly, his big eyes taking in Harry like he was a saint, "What does the great Harry Potter be wanting with Dobby?" He seemed too excited, judging by the constant jumping that he was doing.
Tom snorted and watched the encounter, "Yes, what does the great Harry Potter want with Dobby-the-house-elf?"
Harry shot Tom a half-hearted glare before focusing on the elf again, "Dobby, would you do something really important for me?"
Dobby's eyes lit up and he started to hyperventilate, pulling his large floppy ears down, "Dobby will be doing anything for the great Harry Potter, sir…" He said so quiet, Harry could hardly make it out.
Mimsy popped in then with a bottle of polyjuice potion in her hand and as she gave it over to the Dark Lord, Dobby finally realized who else was in Harry's company, "Mimsy found some polyjuice potion, master lord, sir!"
Dobby grabbed onto Harry's hand, his eyes wide with fear, "Oh, Harry Potter, sir… Dobby be saving you from the evil Dark Lord… hurry, sir!"
"Calm down, Dobby… I'm here of my own volition. Tom isn't evil, he is just misunderstood," Harry told the small elf.
Tom gave Harry an amused look, "Misunderstood?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "Now, Dobby, this is important so listen intently. I want you to go back to the order's headquarters and make sure that nobody seeks out Sirius. If they do, I want you to try and stir them in a different direction until we are done here. Make them forget what they were going to do, if you must," Harry said, "Last but not least, don't let yourself become caught. If– and that's a big if– you do get caught, I want you to say that the house has been tampering with everyone and you tried to help."
Dobby nodded quickly, "Dobby be doing exactly that, sir, Dobby will mess with those chickens, he will!" That was when the elf popped out of existence. Tom chuckled at the chicken reference that Dobby used.
"Okay, Sirius, I need your hair…" Harry told him, the polyjuice potion that Tom had given him, in his hand.
Sirius hummed, "Who wouldn't want hair like mine? It's silky soft with curly waves…" He trailed off when he was interrupted.
"You got to make everything a joke, don't you?" Harry told him in amusement, "Seriously though, I need a strand of your hair…"
"I'm…" Sirius began but was cut off again,
"…and don't say you're seriously Sirius because I'll smack you so hard that your banshee of a mother will feel it," Harry said with a grin on his face.
Sirius stared but then cackled, "You know me well enough to know that what my mother feels is no importance of mine…"
Harry shook his head but then plucked a piece of hair from his godfather's head before the man could even blink, "It could have been done the easy way but you just wanted to make it hard, didn't you?"
Sirius let out a small cry before rubbing his head, "Did you really have to hurt me that much?" He asked with a whine.
"Yes, yes I did but I also need your blood, so are you going to be hard to get along with or will I have to use my fangs to get what I want?" Harry asked, baring his fangs playfully at Sirius.
Sirius nodded, knowing full well that Harry sounded like he was joking but he was anything but. He grabbed the vial and cut his hand, placing a few drops inside before giving it back to Harry easily.
"Good godfather!" Harry told him as he grabbed the vial and turned his head back to Professor Trelawney, "Now, I need you to drink this potion, Professor… if you don't, there will be very serious consequences…"
"Very serious…" Sirius inserted quickly.
"Yes, very serious consequences," Harry said again, shooting Sirius an amused look. Harry forced the vial of liquid down the woman's throat, watching as she choked and spluttered for air. Harry clapped in obvious excitement, watching as the form of Professor Trelawney turned into that of Sirius Black. Harry quickly cast an imperio on the Sirius look-alike while looking too happy for his own good, "I'm so smart for coming up with this plan."
"Careful Harry, your ego is showing," Tom said, paperwork in his hands that he had been working on.
"Tom please, you have the biggest ego of all."
"Of course I do, I am the Dark Lord," Tom replied back, his chest stuck up like a proud peacock.
Harry shook his head and turned back towards the fake Sirius, "Come here," he told it and the polyjuiced woman followed his orders, standing in front of him.
"This is so creepy," Sirius said while looking at his double.
"Now, what was the wand movement for the spell again?"
"It's a circle," Tom told him.
Harry nodded and pointed his wand at the fake Sirius, " Mors Imperium," he whispered, his hand making a circle gesture. A bright blue light glowed around the Sirius look-alike and disappeared just as fast, "I guess it's done. I'm going to call it Fake… Dobby!"
Dobby appeared quickly, "Yes, master Harry Potter, sir?"
"Take Fake back to the Black house, It'll know how to act."
"Dobby be doing that, sir!"
Harry watched as both Dobby and Fake disappeared and then he turned to the Dark Lord, "Tom?"
"Yes?" Tom asked, "If whatever you want requires me to get out of this chair, I think I'm going to have to say no."
Harry hummed, "What if you got something in return?"
Tom sat up a bit with that information, "What may that be?"
"Baby marauders!" Harry exclaimed and Sirius perked up, his eyes turning towards Harry in curiosity, "They're menaces but I trust them."
"Who, pray tell, are these menaces you speak so highly of?" Tom asked him.
"Weasley's."
Weasley's?" Tom asked again, a ludicrous expression on his face.
"Yes, they're perfect and they didn't betray me," Harry said, "Come with me to Diagon alley… we have to put on glamours but that is easy." Harry turned to Sirius, "Are you coming, Siri?"
"This is all so strange but I guess, It is better than staying here..." Sirius told him.
"It'll be so much fun and I'll get to see my twins!"
"Your twins?" Tom asked, amused.
"They risked their lives to save me from the order but they were killed because of that… they're my twins. I created a group back then because I needed people that I could trust."
"Honestly," Ron whined, "Why do we have to hang out with Potter?"
Hermione crossed her arms and glared at Ron, "You know just as well as I do that we won't get what we want if we don't do this!" She said between gritted teeth.
"Why do we always have to guide him into situations that almost get us killed, though?" He said darkly, "Why does he always get the attention when we deserve it more? We don't even get enough pay to be risking our lives like this and we can't do anything because he is always in his bed, sulking about Sirius."
Harry closed his eyes and walked away.
He had heard enough.
Harry didn't find out about Hermione and Ron after defeating Tom in the Battle of Hogwarts. He knew about them for a while before that but he wanted to give them a second chance. That second chance was blown back in his face when they stunned him after the battle.
He created a group that was composed of only those he trusted which included Fred and George Weasley.
"We should be going then..." Tom began, "...and get it over with."
Harry came out of his musings and looked at Tom. He watched as Sirius dismissed himself and told them he forgot something in his room and would be back in a few minutes. Harry nodded at him and started on his glamour.
Harry's hair became a platinum blonde, not unlike the Malfoy's. His nose became a bit smaller and he changed his eye colour to that of a greyish blue. Harry looked up and watched as Tom changed his hair colour to a light dusty blonde and his eyes to a dull brown colour.
Harry didn't like that for some reason. Tom's eyes were a unique crimson red and nothing else but that colour looked right on him.
Sirius walked back in then with his own glamour on, "Come on then," he muttered.
"Yes!" Harry said, bouncing out the door in excitement.
"Do you think he is alright?" Sirius asked.
Tom snorted, "Do you mean his sanity? No, that is one thing that needs to be checked once this is all over."
Sirius, although concerned, smiled slightly in amusement.
They then proceeded to follow Harry out the door.
Chapter 7
Chapter Notes
Posted: January 15th, 2018 Revised: May, 13th, 2020
Diagon alley was, of course, loud and boisterous. Whenever Harry went, he would always feel overwhelmed. Tom was standing tall and confident next to him… Harry wasn't jealous, he just thought that the man could tone himself down just a tiny bit.
Harry looked over at Sirius and inspected his glamour. Sirius' hair was a dirty blonde, his nose was slightly more crooked and tying it all together was the deep blue eyes.
Harry was afraid to see his twins… he was indirectly responsible for their deaths, after all. The boy-who-lived sighed, pushing all of his depressing thoughts away as they continued to walk toward, ' Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes'.
The twins wouldn't know what they had done for him and Harry wanted to show them his memories of how brave they were. They deserved to know what would have happened to them if he wasn't there to prevent it.
What hurt the most was that their deaths were pointless in the end. The twins saved him at the cost of their own lives so that he could escape but it eventually ended with the headmaster killing him anyway.
Harry hoped that he could fix everything this time around and that the twins would join him. He would be devastated if they didn't even though he felt bad for wanting them to risk their lives a second time for him.
Once they arrived, Harry looked around and noticed the many kids wandering around the shop with little trinkets here and there. Their eyes were lit up in excitement and some were even setting off pranks inside the shop, Harry supposed they were too impatient to wait.
That was when he caught a glimpse of George.
Harry stirred, a groan slipping from his mouth as he rolled over in pain. He looked down at himself and sighed. The injuries weren't serious or life-threatening and they would quickly go away because of his nature, but they still ached.
He wondered where he was as his eyes swept across the small room. He took in the tattered bed in the corner and then the bars keeping him from escaping.
"You have too much power and you need to go!" Harry closed his eyes in pain as he reflected back to that memory. They must have hit him with a stupefy.
Harry honestly didn't think they would go so far as to do this to him. He just thought that they didn't like him and were only his mates because of the fact that he could give them what they wanted; in this case, money and tomes.
He didn't, in his wildest dreams, expect to be locked up like someone in Azkaban. He knew Dumbledore was paying them to guide him on missions and make him more malleable but he didn't think they wanted him dead.
Harry was hoping that they would leave him alone once he defeated Voldemort and he could live his life the way he wanted to but it seemed like it wasn't meant to be. He actually didn't think Weasley and Granger would try something like this.
The dirt on the floor made Harry grimace and he sighed once again as he slowly got up and walked over to the small bed. A hunger pang went through him and he remembered that he hadn't had blood since before the battle. He had no idea how long he had been in the cell.
All of sudden, he heard footsteps approach the room and Harry looked up, smelling a familiar scent that made a chill go down his spine. If it was who he thought it was, he had been played all along.
There was no happy ending for him.
There never had been.
"Headmaster…" Harry said it with a defeated look, staring anywhere but outside the cell where Albus Dumbledore was looking in on him like some kind of animal. Harry felt weary and started to think about if it was a good thing that he might die soon.
He would finally be at peace.
The last bit of revulsion he could muster was shot at the headmaster as he thought of all the trials the man practically orchestrated throughout his time in Hogwarts. There was no Philosopher's stone inside the Mirror of Erised… those trials were all Dumbledore trying to see how much his weapon could be molded into the perfect martyr.
He felt so stupid.
Oh Merlin, Sirius… did the man have anything to do with his godfather's death? Harry, at some point, felt like giving up. What was the point in living in a world where everyone hated you and called you the next Dark Lord? He would never have peace and he could never settle down. It wasn't worth it to him.
"Please…" Harry whispered. He didn't know if he was pleading with the man to let him go or to kill him. Dumbledore smirked as two more people entered the room, "You can't do this to me! I defeated Voldemort so I could live my life in peace!" He hissed, his fangs showing unconsciously.
"Oh, but Harry… it's for the greater good and I hope you know that," the old man said, "After all, dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is right and what is easy." Dumbledore looked down at Harry's fangs that were on display for all of them to see, "I might not have known about your little… problem, but rest assured, it will be corrected. You should know what dark creatures are to the world: an abomination."
Harry's eyes widened in horror.
"Potter!" Ron Weasley shouted in disgust and Harry quickly shot his eyes up to him.
"If you had just listened to us…" Hermione trailed off and Harry glanced at her before looking down in shame, "It doesn't matter anymore, you're a dark creature and you cannot be allowed to live."
Harry slowly backed up until he hit a brick wall, sliding down with his hands covering his face, "This is how it ends, huh?"
"You are a lot of things… boy-who-lived, chosen one, boy-who-conquered…" Dumbledore trailed off, "This is for the greater good… it would defeat the purpose of killing Remus Lupin. He was a werewolf and with all dark creatures, he had to go. Ron and Hermione here tell me that you planned to use that fake elder wand to your advantage, we have to be rid of you before you become another Tom. It is imperative that my plans go smoothly."
"Kill me, I dare you!" Harry snarled out angrily.
"Don't be so eager to die, young Harry."
Harry gave Dumbledore a look that would have frozen hell.
The twinkle that was in Dumbledore's eyes died and he swept out of the room. The ex-golden trio turned to give Harry a last look before following the old man out.
Once Harry heard the door close shut, he let a few tears run down his pale face. What did he do to deserve this?
Another scent hit his nose and his eyes followed a motion in front of the cell before he realized that it was familiar, "Harry…"
Harry's eyes widened… it was George.
"We're going to get you out of here…" Fred whispered.
"…just hang in there."
Harry watched as the twins tried everything to enter the cell and eventually it worked. They rushed in as Harry wiped his tears away and then he grabbed on to Fred's shoulder. They helped Harry outside the cell and up the stairs before stopping in the dining room which Harry instantly recognized.
Harry tried to hold back the anger that went through him but he felt like grabbing Dumbledore's neck and squeezing as much as he could. The were using his godfather's house after practically killing him. How dare they!
"We are always here for you, Harry…" George whispered.
Fred nodded his head, "I can't believe we have relatives that are so despicable!" His voice nearly went higher than it should have in his anger.
They dragged Harry to the front door and opened it. Harry looked at the twins before enveloping them both in a hug, "Thank you…" He breathed out, grabbing them tightly.
Harry paused and looked up, knowing that someone had entered the room, "Where do you think you're going?" Ron hissed out, "You traitors!" Ron was looking at the twins and Harry felt rage bubbling up to the surface which made his fangs grow longer. He lunged at Ron and dug his teeth as deep as he could into his neck. Harry heard Hermione enter the room and scream.
Harry kept taking blood… more and more until he was pushed back by a spell, hitting the wall behind him. Blood was running down Harry's chin as Ron looked around, his eyes wide and hysterical.
Fred and George grabbed him by the arm and pushed him out the door as Dumbledore made himself known, "I told you, my boy… you only bring other people down with you."
Harry's eyes widened when Dumbledore trained his wand on the twins, "Go!" The twins both exclaimed as they pushed him further out the door.
Harry ran, faster and faster and when he stopped to turn around one last time to look at the house, he saw two large flashes of green.
He screamed.
Oh, did he scream…
Harry looked around the shop again in shock as Tom shook him. The man was looking at him in concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm sorry…" Harry whispered, "I remembered something from the future. I'm okay now." Tom and Sirius both looked at each other before looking back down at Harry, "Let's do this…"
Harry walked inside the shop and up to the counter, not as scared as he was before. He saw George immediately, "George!"
George turned around and caught sight of him, his face was a look of confusion before his face cracked into the biggest grin, "Harrykins!"
"I'm not even going to ask you how you knew it was me…" Harry told him, shaking his head.
"Honestly, at first I didn't have a clue but I would know that grin anywhere regardless of your changed face."
Harry looked down shyly, "Where's Fred?"
George looked around before he pointed to another red head, "Come here, Fred! I have a surprise visitor!"
Fred approached them and he stared at Harry before grabbing him into a hug, "Hey, Harrykins!"
"How did you know? I wasn't grinning that time!"
Fred shrugged, "I always know things."
"Oh, because that is an answer," Harry commented but then his smile turned into a frown, "Listen, I have to tell you a lot of stuff."
The twins gave each other a look before turning to a boy with messy, light brown hair, "Hey, Rae!"
The boy turned around, "Yes, boss?"
"Watch the shop!" They both exclaimed and Rae gave the boys a salute before continuing his work, "Okay, Harrykins… follow us."
Harry followed them up the stairs and into a room which was small but big enough for storage. There was a table by the window and Harry went straight to a chair next to it.
Tom grumbled about having to sit with brats and Harry looked at him in amusement. They all took their glamour off then.
"Now, what does Harrykins want to tell us?" George asked him curiously but Harry kept his gaze on Tom.
Put up a silencing ward. Harry hissed at Tom.
Tom shot him a ludicrous look, Say it nicer…
Please, Tom, would you put up a silencing ward? Harry hissed slowly, biting his lip.
Tom groaned and placed a silencing ward with a wave of his wand, Minx.
George and Fred both gave each other looks and then turned to look at Tom, "Only one other person can use parseltongue…" Fred whispered and George nodded, "You're the Dark Lord, aren't you?"
Tom gave Harry a look, "You gave it away too soon."
Harry shrugged his shoulders and nodded, "Let's start, shall we?"
Chapter 8
Chapter Notes
Posted: February 14th, 2018 Revised: may 13th, 2020
The twins were worried for their adoptive brother as they waited for an explanation. Harry took a long suffering sigh while glaring at Tom, who refused to explain in Harry's place.
Harry tipped his chair back, two legs coming off the floor as he balanced on the other two, "Do you know the legilimency spell?" Harry asked hopefully.
Tom was looking at the wall in complete boredom and Sirius was watching the twins reactions.
"Of course we do…" George told him, wide-eyed.
Fred nodded, "You wound us!" He told Harry, placing a hand to his heart mockingly in pain.
"I'm sorry," Harry pouted, "Now, one of you have to use the spell on me first…" Harry focused on all of his memories and waited for one of the twins to use the spell. They decided that Fred would go first.
The teen took out his wand and pointed it at Harry.
Tom narrowed his eyes at Fred and the wand pointed at Harry even though he knew what was happening.
" Legilimens!" Fred exclaimed as a blue light erupted between him and Harry. They waited until Fred came out of the memories and when he finally did, they were met with blinding anger, "That damn Dumbledore, when I get a hold of him!"
George sat, eyes wide at his twin brother. There wasn't a lot that could upset his brother and deep inside himself, he was afraid to view the memories. He would do it for his adoptive brother, though. He readied his wand and shot the spell at Harry, feeling himself get sucked into the memories of Harry.
Once he was finished watching the memories, he felt foolish for ever feeling scared. The one who should be scared was Albus Dumbledore and if George ever saw the old man's face, it wouldn't take long for him to curse him into the next year.
He knew Harry had dibs on the headmaster and he wasn't going to take away his brother's revenge.
"Harry, you better not be blaming yourself for what happened!" George told him and Harry looked up at him in shock.
"If we did this, we did it for you. More than likely, we knew the consequences for letting you escape and we accepted them. This shouldn't– in any way– make you feel sorry for us." Fred continued.
"We did it then and we would do it again in a heartbeat," George said, "You're our brother and we help each other out, right?"
Harry sat there, shock on his face as he got up and hugged them both. "You're the best brothers ever!"
"We sure are!" They both exclaimed.
Tom could only stare, surprised by the loyalty the twins were showing Harry and Sirius watched the interaction, his left eyebrow raising.
"By the way," Fred said, "It's nice seeing you again, Sirius."
George nodded.
There was knock at the door and they all froze except for Tom who went rigid, his wand slipping out into his hand on reflex, "George, Fred!" It was Ron.
Harry jumped out of his chair and ran behind a dusty looking table, Sirius and Tom following behind him as Fred and George approached the door. Tom put up a notice-me-not charm and Harry, being paranoid, also put one up.
"You don't trust my work?" Tom whispered, acting sad.
"I didn't realize you put one up until I did, now listen!"
Once the door was open, Ron stalked in with his hands full of merchandise from the store, one hand holding up a self-writing quill, his face looking hopeful, "How much for this?"
"Five galleons," Fred said, looking at his twin.
"How much for me?" Ron replied back with a much more hopeful look.
"Five galleons," George said, annoyed.
"But, I'm your brother!" Ron exclaimed madly, "Surely that must mean something to you?"
Fred and George both looked at each other, feigning an expression of deep consideration before turning to Ron again, "Ten galleons!" They both replied cheerfully.
"That's more than it was originally!" Ron said, his face in an angry scowl.
"You're such an observant brother, right Fred?" George turned his head to Fred in question, a hint of a smirk on his face.
"You're right George, such observance." Fred shook his head in amusement. Harry couldn't help but snicker at what the twins were doing to Ronald.
"But…!" Ron was stamping his foot on the floor like a petulant child.
"Look, Fred! We made him speechless," George told him.
"I believe you're correct, George, maybe we should help him out just a tiny bit…" Fred said and they both looked at each other with identical smirks. They were just about to spell Ron's hair blonde when Molly's screeching voice came through the door.
"Boys!"
"Mother…" The twins muttered.
"Mum, they won't give me the self-writing quill!" Ron shouted out.
"Now, now, George… Fred…" Molly started, "We are family, we should get some say into this as well."
George and Fred sent each other matching frowns, "A while ago, you said that what we wanted to do was unsuitable and now you want some say in this?" Fred said.
"Do you think that just because we are family and Fred and I have money, you can just barge in here and get whatever you want for free?" George told them, "Everything we have, we earned and we wouldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't for Harry. Just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you can make us go down with you all."
Molly was livid by the end of the twins' rant, "How could you! We are not poor, we get paid for taking in Potter and Ron's friendship with him," Molly screeched, "We will have more money when they get the ingredients for an obedience and love potion. Your sister will be Mrs. Potter then."
"Let me at her!" Harry whispered furiously, his fangs piercing his bottom lip. Tom hauled Harry back, which was feat itself as Harry was extremely stronger then him.
"Harry!" Tom shook his head and Harry sighed, "She will get what is coming to her, don't you worry…" Tom told him, looking at Harry with a possessive glint in his eyes. Nobody would dare use potions on Harry. Harry was his.
"I'm sorry…" Harry whispered. He was still so angry, "We have to go to Gringotts… I have to see what Dumbledore did to my accounts."
Tom nodded. Sirius watched the two interact and narrowed his eyes… there was definitely something going on between those two, he just didn't know if it was mutual.
George and Fred paused, trying to hold themselves back from attacking their so-called mother. They would have if the thought of compromising their position in the order didn't run through their minds. If they stayed in the order, they could help Harry.
"When will the potions be administered?" George asked between clenched teeth.
"The first week that Harry will be at headquarters," she replied easily.
"Harry won't know what hit him!" Ron told them smugly.
"When will the first order meeting start?" Fred asked her.
"Before Harry arrives, of course!"
"We can both go right?"
"If you two are on your best behaviour," Molly said, "I mean it, you don't want to bring any trouble for Albus!"
"Awesome! Can I go too, Mum?" Ron asked eagerly.
"You and Hermione can both go for the first part of the meeting but you have to leave after to greet Harry. You need to tell us if he has found out about anything." Ron cheered as Molly continued, "Now, I came to invite you boys to a family dinner, I haven't seen you since Merlin knows when…"
The twins nodded.
"I'll see you at dinner, let's go Ron." They both walked out the door and down the stairs, leaving Fred and George ready to throw something across the room.
"How dare they!" They both hissed together. Harry, Tom and Sirius came out from behind the table as Harry started to pace frantically, "At least we have a spot in the order…"
"Does that mean you want to join us?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Honestly, Harry…" Fred said, exasperated.
"We have already told you, we would do anything for you!" George said, "If that means joining the Dark Lord, then so be it!"
Harry beamed at them as the twins found themselves in a huge hug. Tom's eyes gleamed and his wand twitched in his hand as he watched the interaction. Tom thought he was being too… possessive… but he just couldn't help it when it came to Harry.
Harry pulled back and came to stand next to Tom, "Okay, I think it's time to go to Gringotts… Merlin knows what Dumbledore has done with my accounts."
Sirius was still cursing the old fool and muttering about getting his dear cousin to go after Molly when they got her out of Azkaban.
"Ready for the mark?" Tom asked the twins and they nodded, "One first… I still don't know how you tell these two apart, Harry."
Harry smirked.
George walked closer and Tom placed his wand on his forearm, " Morsemorde." Fred did the same.
Fred and George both looked at each other's marks and grinned, "I know what people think of this mark but Merlin is it cool!" Fred exclaimed and George nodded.
Tom smirked smugly and Harry shook his head, "You just inflated his ego," Harry told them.
Tom shot him a look, "Gather up everything you can find on the order…" Tom said to the twins, "Mr. Potter here has to go to Gringotts."
Harry pouted, "Stop calling me that… you sound like Snape."
Tom grimaced, "Come on, you minx!"
"See you soon, George, Fred!" Harry said, smiling at them. Sirius and Tom also said their goodbyes and then they made their way down the alley with fresh glamours on.
Harry was super happy that the twins wanted to join him. It felt like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It made him smile broadly and secretly, Tom couldn't help but want to make it happen again.
When they arrived at Gringotts, they saw the famous sign, 'Enter, stranger, but take heed of what awaits the sin of greed, for those who take, but do not earn must pay more dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors a treasure that was never yours, thief, you have been warned, beware of finding more than treasure there.'
I can't believe you tried to steal from this place… Harry whispered to Tom in parseltongue.
Don't remind me… Tom hissed back.
Harry giggled as he approached the goblin, "I would like to take an inheritance test, please."
"Right this way, Mr…" The goblin trailed off.
"Potter… Harry Potter."
The goblin's eyes widened, "Yes, well, Mr. Potter, follow me."
"These two will be accompanying me, will that be alright, Mr. Griphook?"
The goblin's eyes widened into complete saucers at the mention of his name, "Y-Yes, that will be alright, Mr. Potter."
The three of them followed behind Griphook into the halls of Gringotts and once they arrived at a door that had a golden plate with the name, ' Cadhork: Head Goblin' written in loopy letters, Griphook knocked.
"Come in!" It was a booming voice.
Griphook pushed the door open and Harry, along with the others, took their seats while Griphook went to leave.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Griphook," Harry told him.
"Yes… well, you're welcome, Mr. Potter." The goblin then left.
"Now… Mr. Potter…" All eyes turned to the head goblin, "You wanted an inheritance test, correct?"
Chapter 9
Chapter Notes
Posted: February 18, 2018 Revised: June 24, 2020
Some parts in this chapter will have quotes from, 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' and 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'.
Chapter 9
Harry sat in his chair, chin in his hand as he stared at the wall. They were waiting for Cadhork to come back with the inheritance test.
As soon as the goblin entered the room again, they all straightened up, eager to know the wrongdoings of Albus Dumbledore.
Cadhork walked in and made his way to his chair before placing some parchments onto his desk. He pulled out a knife from his drawer and laid it down in front of Harry with a raise of his eyebrows, "Three drops of your blood on the parchment will tell us your inheritance…" The goblin told Harry gruffly.
Harry nodded and took the knife in his hand. He cut across his palm and the blood immediately started to release from his wound. He dropped the blood onto the parchment before, all of a sudden, the wound immediately closed up.
Cadhork's eyes widened in realization, "Vampire, hmm?"
Harry nodded as they watched the parchment. The blood grew and grew like roots growing into thin lines before crisscrossing and forming into words. Harry watched the words continue to form until finally, it was finished.
Harry leaned in to get a better look at the parchment and Tom also looked over Harry's shoulder with intrigue.
Name: Harry James Potter (Deceased)
Birthday: July 31st, 1980
Species : Vampire
Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans (Deceased)
Father: James Charlus Potter (Deceased)
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black and Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue
Heir to:
Potter (by blood, father)
Peverell (by blood, father)
Gryffindor (by blood, father)
Black (by grandmother)
Slytherin (by horcrux)
Gaunt (by horcrux)
Sanguini (by blood, Mother)
Other information:
Marriage contract between Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley (Contract witnessed by Molly Weasley and made by Albus Dumbledore)
Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Harry's eyes were drawn to the marriage contract between he and Ginevra and his eyes narrowed, "What is the meaning of this?" Harry asked, pointing to the contract.
"It would seem Dumbledore, as your magical guardian, made a marriage contract between you and young Ginevra Weasley when you were at the age of seven years old," Cadhork explained and the goblin watched as Harry grip on the desk became stronger, "Please, unhand my desk before I continue…"
Harry glanced down at his grip on the desk before shooting the goblin an apologetic look, "Sorry, I'm just extremely ticked off… seven years old?" Harry asked him, unable to believe it, "The old fool wasn't planning my life after going to Hogwarts, he was planning it since I was born…" Harry shook his head, his left hand running through his raven locks.
"Albus Dumbledore has repeatedly withdrawn money for…" The goblin trailed off and looked at another parchment, "Vernon and Petunia Dursley as well as an organization called the Order of the Phoenix. This has happened since your parent's deaths on Halloween night in 1981 where he became your magical guardian."
"I see…" It was all Harry could say about the subject, "This contract can be broken, I hope?"
"As a matter of fact, I should have started with this in the beginning but we have been trying to contact you since your impromptu part in the Triwizard Tournament. The age line that Albus Dumbledore put on the Goblet of Fire made it so that younger witches and wizards couldn't pass it.
"As you well know, you were submitted for the Tournament which means that the Goblet considered you seventeen or older. The bond that the cup has with a witch or wizard is binding and you cannot escape the Tournament once entered. Which, ultimately means, that you can become Lord Potter now and forego the usually procedure of waiting until your seventeenth birthday.
"You will be able to cast magic without being prosecuted for underage magic. It will be as if you are seventeen already," The goblin finished, "I hope that answered your question. If you want to break the marriage contract, you are entitled to do whatever you want."
Harry's mouth was open in silent shock, "Does that mean Dumbledore isn't my guardian anymore?"
"Correct, you are responsible for yourself now. Although, it won't be officially done until you accept the lord ring."
"Which means that Dumbledore's age line and his plans for me backfired on him. I'm not sure if he knew I would be put in the Tournament…" Harry shot a look to Tom who raised his eyebrows, "…but, I think he did know that Moody wasn't actually Moody. He probably had a feeling that I would be entered. I guess he just didn't realize that it would turn out like this…" Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
"It's actually very interesting…" Tom muttered underneath his breath.
It was quiet for second but then Harry looked back down at the parchment, a confused look crossing his face, "Tom," Harry said quietly, "Do you think my mother was a muggle-born?"
"Why?" Tom asked him, turning towards the Vampire.
"It says here…" Harry pointed at a place on the parchment, "…that I am heir to a house called Sanguini from my mother's side. Do you think my mother was a vampire as well?"
"It's very much possible…" Tom said slowly.
"No, there's no way. Lily was definitely a muggle-born," Sirius said, "If she was a vampire, she hid it well."
"Well, maybe she came from squib descent? There's a rumour that when a pureblood family has a squib as a child, they cast them out into the muggle world. You don't think that muggle-born's come from those squibs, do you?" Harry asked them.
"That is an interesting question," Tom said, "If your mother was a muggle-born then maybe one of her parents or grandparents was a squib. That would mean that it must have been her pureblood side of the family that were vampires. It would seem that your mother became a witch but wasn't strong enough to accept the creature inheritance and it skipped a generation."
Harry nodded because it made sense.
Cadhork looked down at the parchment again and his eyes widened, "Mr. Potter, you had a few blocks on your magic but they have already been broken. Your magical core was blocked by fifty percent and your wand-less magic, parseltongue ability and eidetic memory was blocked as well. The only person that was able to touch you to place these blocks on you could only be Albus Dumbledore as it was done sometime after your parents were killed."
Harry nodded, trying to hold back his anger at the headmaster, "They must have broken when I came into my inheritance."
"That might be correct," Cadhork began, "Regardless, it is now time to accept your lordships. Please, keep in mind that you won't know which houses you are lord to until after this procedure. We require a signature and another drop of blood on this parchment to be finished. The rings will appear automatically."
Harry grabbed a knife and cut his palm quickly for the second time and dropped some blood on the parchment. He then signed it in his blood with a quill before dropping it back onto the table.
There was a flash of light and five lordship rings appeared in front of him.
"Ah, I see… you have been given the Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor and last but not least, the Sanguini lordship. Please, place these rings on your fingers however you like but do not place it on your wedding finger. This finger will, for obvious purposes, be clear of any jewelry until the time that you marry your significant other," the goblin said.
Harry would have blushed at that moment if he was able to and he looked at the other two occupants in the room. Tom looked at him with a smirk and Sirius shook his head. He took the Potter ring first and inspected it in his hand.
"The Potter ring's insignia is that of a lion, reminiscent of the Hogwarts Gryffindor house. The Potter motto is Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors. It translates to: the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."
Sirius looked up in curiosity, "It is said that the Potter's are related to the story of Beedle and the Bard," he muttered.
Harry nodded, "I am related to Ignotus Peverell from the story and I also have his cloak of invisibility."
The goblin's head shot up, his eyes widening, "I see…"
Harry placed the Potter ring on his index finger and it shrunk to fit. He then picked up the Black ring.
"The Black ring's insignia on the other hand is that of a grim. The Black motto is…" The goblin was cut off,
" Tojours Pur…" Sirius said quickly, "It means always pure…"
The goblin shot Sirius a look, "I would love it, Mr. Black, if you would not interrupt me while I am speaking…"
"Of course…" Sirius trailed off, his face beet red, "Sorry…"
Harry shared a grin with Tom in amusement, "Continue, Mr. Cadhork," Harry said finally.
"Mr. Black has already explained the motto so you may accept the ring now," Cadhork said, glancing at Sirius every few seconds.
Harry nodded, "Sirius, are you sure you don't want to take the lordship?"
"No," Sirius told him, "I don't want anything to do with my family… go ahead, you would do so much better than me anyway."
"Okay," Harry placed the Black ring on his middle finger and looked up at the third ring on the table.
"The third ring is the Sanguini ring and their motto is Quia Sanguinem which simply translates to: for blood."
Harry picked up the box and looked closely at the ring, placing it on his other index finger. There was a few moments of silence before all of a sudden, the ring tightened around his finger and he felt needles prick him from the inside.
"The ring is literally tasting my blood…" Harry said, his eyes widening, "I think it wants to know for sure if I am a vampire or not."
Tom watched in fascination as the ring continued, the blood running down Harry's finger and onto the floor. It then stopped abruptly and flashed a bright red.
"What the bloody hell is happening with it?" Sirius asked, eyebrows rising.
Harry gave Sirius a look, "I just told you, it needed to accept me. If I hadn't been a vampire, I think I would have ended up dead… poisoned probably."
The goblin nodded at that as if he had known all along.
Harry finished with the Gryffindor and Peverell rings as quickly as he could after that.
"Okay, which house would you like to be known by?" The goblin asked him.
Harry thought for a second, "I would like to be known as Harry James Potter-Black, please."
"I see, well… is there any other business you need at Gringotts, Mr. Potter-Black?"
"I don't think there is… I do wish I could take the Slytherin lordship, though," Harry said, giving Tom a smirk.
"It wasn't yours to begin with, brat," Tom said in amusement.
"That reminds me!" The goblin began, "Mr. Riddle, would you like to accept your Slytherin lordship?"
Tom nodded almost immediately. The goblin motioned to the knife and parchment and he sliced his palm just as Harry did.
The Slytherin ring appeared in front of him and Tom grinned. He picked the box up and inspected the ring… Tom already knew what the motto was so he didn't bother with explanation. He picked the ring from the box and placed it on his middle finger.
"That is all, Mr. Cadhork…" Harry said, "Thank you, may your gold overflow and your enemies tremble at your feet."
The goblin's eyes widened, "Yes, yes… of course, Mr. Potter-Black, may your gold overflow as well and may your enemies tremble at your feet. I hope to see you soon."
Harry nodded his goodbye, Tom and Sirius following his actions. The three of them walked out of the bank and Sirius gave a sigh of relief, "Thank Merlin… I thought that meeting would never end!" Sirius whined.
"Well, at least we have it done now," Harry muttered.
Sirius huffed and they fell silent once more. That was until they were outside and came face-to-face with a shocked Remus Lupin.
"Harry?" Remus asked, confused, "What are you doing here and why do you have a glamour on?"
Harry looked away and huffed himself… nothing ever turned out in his favour, "Remus…" Harry trailed off, chuckling nervously.
Remus then turned to Sirius, "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Sirius? Who is he?" Remus pointed at Tom.
"Well, it's a funny story… you see…" Sirius started, "Harry here was bored to death at his relatives and I decided to bring him here for the day…"
"Sirius… you can't lie to save your life," Harry whispered.
"I wouldn't have believed him anyway," Remus said, obviously hearing Harry's whisper, "Sirius wasn't at headquarters for a while now and when he did appear, I knew it wasn't actually him. Nobody else was the wiser but I knew that Sirius was beginning to feel like he was locked up in his own house so I didn't say anything. I had a feeling that you were alright. You know I have a good sense of smell, don't you?" Remus told them, amused.
"We shouldn't have this conversation here…" Tom said, "We are already drawing enough attention by blocking Gringott's entrance."
Harry nodded at Tom before looking at Remus, "Will you come with us?"
"I want to know what is happening… I will come," Remus agreed.
"Tom, you take Sirius and Remus, I'll meet you there."
"What? what do you mean?" Remus asked but before Harry could answer, Tom side-along apparated Sirius and Remus with him.
Harry shook his head with a chuckle and then followed behind them with a shadow-step.
When Harry appeared in the room, he watched as Remus interrogated Sirius, "What is going on, Sirius?"
Harry let his glamour drop and Tom and Sirius followed his example, "Tom will explain, won't you, Tom?" Harry pointed at Tom, "He knows how to explain things better than me."
"How do you know that?"
"You're the Dark Lord, you're smart."
"Your flattery makes me swoon," Tom told him sarcastically.
"Start talking, Tommy."
"Don't call me that."
"Why? It's your name."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Fine, I won't say anything if you explain for me… deal?"
"Stop being childish, Harry."
"You're the one being childish!"
"Fine! Merlin, you are an annoyance…" Tom sighed and looked at the two other occupants in the room, who were gaping, "Anyway…" Tom began but was abruptly cut off by a knock on the door, "Come in!"
The door opened and Barty walked in, heading over to kneel in front of Tom, "My lord…"
Harry heard Remus gasp and couldn't help the chuckle he let loose, "Hey, Barty!"
"Harry," Barty inclined his head in greeting.
"What do you want, Barty? I'm in the middle of something," Tom asked, annoyed.
"I came to ask when you plan to break everyone out of Azkaban…" Barty said, almost a whisper.
"It will be soon," Tom told him but didn't expand any further on the subject.
Harry watched as Barty looked at Sirius and Remus in the room, noting their unusual appearances, "Thank you, my lord," Barty nodded and made his way out but not before sending Harry a seductive look. Harry raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"Out, Barty!" Tom snarled. Barty just about jumped two meters in the air and scampered out of the room as fast as he could go.
Once the door closed, Remus couldn't help but choke out, "You're the dark lord?"
Tom continued to stare at the door where Barty exited not even thirty seconds before but finally turned towards Remus after another ten seconds, "Yes, I am." Tom explained everything that happened up until that point and finally, he sighed when he was finished.
"Sirius… I think you should see the memory of you falling through the veil…" Harry said and Sirius froze but nodded sadly, "Do you have a pensieve?" Harry asked, turning to Tom.
"Yes, hold on," Tom said and walked over to his desk, "Here it is," Tom picked it up and brought it to the middle of the room.
Harry pointed his wand as his head and concentrated on the memory that was ingrained into his head. A glowing string unattached itself from Harry's head and he dropped it into the basin, "Ready?"
They all crowded around the basin and at once, they all submerged themselves into it.
Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall.
His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch... And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing — Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second... But Sirius did not reappear. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps.
Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again. But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. "There's nothing you can do, Harry —"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry —"
"We can still reach him —" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go...
"There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... He's gone."
"He hasn't gone!" Harry yelled. He did not believe it, he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had: Lupin did not understand, people hid behind that curtain, he had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room — Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight — "SIRIUS!" he bellowed, "SIRIUS!"
"He can't come back, Harry," said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back, because he's d —"
"HE — IS — NOT — DEAD!" roared Harry. "SIRIUS!" There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin stop pretending that Sirius, who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain, was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to reenter the battle — Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais, Harry still staring at the archway, angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting —
That was the end of the memory and they all looked at each other. Sirius shook his head, his eyes watering, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself… that was my downfall."
"Sirius, I showed you so that you would understand how I felt when you were taken just like that. I don't want you to cry, I want you to be thankful that you are alive now and that you won't leave me ever again."
Remus didn't know what to say as he stared blankly at the pensieve.
"Remus?" Harry said quietly.
Remus turned to look at Harry.
"Will you join us after everything you have learned?" Harry asked him, inwardly hoping that he would.
Remus stretched his arm out to Tom and he nodded, "I'm with you all the way, cub."
Tom nodded and placed his wand on Remus' forearm as he whispered, " Morsmordre." Remus hissed in pain but didn't drop to the floor. Once it was finished, Remus stepped back and nodded.
"When you go back to the order, make sure you look for information and watch the fake Sirius," Tom told Remus.
"Yeah, I don't want anyone to figure out about Sirius too soon. If you want someone to talk to about this, the twins are also spies. When you talk to Fred and George, make sure you are not overheard, though."
Remus tilted his head, "By the way, your smell is a little different since I last saw you…"
"Oh, that… I'm a vampire…" Harry told his honorary godfather, flashing a fang.
"A vampire…? You know, I shouldn't be surprised anymore," Remus said, shaking his head.
Harry laughed, amused, "Sirius, can you apparate Remus off the grounds…? He isn't keyed into them yet."
Sirius nodded while Remus waved goodbye.
"Bye, Remus!" Harry said, waving himself.
"See you soon, Harry," Remus shot back.
When they finally left, Tom walked over to Harry and sat down on the couch.
Harry looked at Tom and he sighed, "You want to see yourself as that snake-like figure, don't you?"
Tom hesitated for a few seconds but nodded his head. They both walked over to the pensieve and Harry, once again, took out the original memory of the graveyard.
He dropped it into the basin, gave Tom a look and they both submerged themselves in to the pensieve.
"Robe me," said the high, cold voice from behind the steam, and Wormtail, sobbing and moaning, still cradling his mutilated arm, scrambled to pick up the black robes from the ground, got to his feet, reached up, and pulled them one-handed over his master's head. The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry . . . and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted his nightmares for three years. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake's with slits for nostrils . . . Lord Voldemort had risen again.
Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. His hands were like large, pale spiders; his long white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face; the red eyes, whose pupils were slits, like a cat's, gleamed still more brightly through the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers, his expression rapt and exultant.
He took not the slightest notice of Wormtail, who lay twitching and bleeding on the ground, nor of the great snake, which had slithered back into sight and was circling Harry again, hissing. Voldemort slipped one of those unnaturally long-fingered hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wand. He caressed it gently too; and then he raised it, and pointed it at Wormtail, who was lifted off the ground and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied; he fell to the foot of it and lay there, crumpled up and crying. Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes upon Harry, laughing a high, cold, mirthless laugh.
That was all that Tom needed to see as he pulled out of the pensieve, "Well, I feel like I should thank you somehow… I can't imagine what it would have been like to be that person. That snake-like figure isn't me and it never will be."
"You look much better like this…" Harry offhandedly spoke and Tom shot Harry a look, his ruby red eyes heating up at the comment.
Tom walked closer to Harry and once again placed his hand on Harry's cheek. Harry looked up, his emerald eyes sparkling. Tom was about to lean in for something more when Harry abruptly stepped back, his head tilted to the side with no idea of what Tom was about to do.
"I'm going to go have a long nap," Harry yawned tiredly, "Night," he then stalked out of the room, his hips wiggling back and forth.
"Goodnight, Harry," Tom said quietly, his darkened eyes focused on Harry's arse as he left the room.
Chapter 10
Chapter Notes
Posted: March 18th, 2018Revised: July, 24th, 2020
Chapter Ten
Harry gritted his teeth, pain racing through him as he looked up from the ground. Hermione hovered over him as Ron began kicking and punching him. He was unable to defend himself. He cursed Dumbledore to hell and back… the man had a barrier up so that he couldn't shadow-step away. The old fool had thought of everything.
Harry looked back up at his ex-best friends and sneered at them. Fred and George had given their life for him but Harry had ended up caught anyway in the end. He felt like screaming but he knew it wouldn't do any good… he was truly alone.
He coughed up a bit of blood and dropped his head to the ground in defeat. Maybe it was finally time for him to leave this world? He should let the man kill him… maybe he would find peace in the darkness of death…
Maybe…
Harry shook his head… he didn't exactly have a choice anyway. The man would definitely kill him soon. Ron was doing a very good job of beating him into the ground and Harry could barely move an inch in pain. He had been given something that made his vampire healing not respond to him. There was no way he was making it out of this situation alive.
He may be a vampire but even he had weaknesses.
Harry looked up into the darkened sky and wondered– just for a few seconds, what it would have been like if he hadn't killed Voldemort.
"Miss Granger, Mister Weasley, please step aside now… I will finish this," Dumbledore cheerful voice broke through the air, cutting off Ron's disgusted remarks of Harry. Dumbledore looked down at him with half-moon spectacles reaching down to tip of his nose, blue eyes sparkling triumphantly, "My boy… you're certainly a hard person to find… certainly, certainly…"
Harry ignored the old man, not because he wanted to but because he couldn't speak… he didn't have energy… instead, he gave the man a dark glare.
"You will not speak or you're unable? Regardless, it is best that you do not interrupt me while I tell you a story," Dumbledore's voice sounded joyful. It was as if it were Christmas for the sick Headmaster, "It started when your mother was pregnant with you. The divination position at Hogwarts was lacking at best and I needed a professor that was competent in the subject, so I owled people that I thought could handle it. Sybill Trelawney was amongst the many that came for the interview. She spread a web of lies so deep that I was– to be truthful, impressed. She would grandly say that she was a powerful seer, worthy of teaching at Hogwarts. Great-great granddaughter of the once-celebrated seer, Cassandra Trelawney. Of course, I knew it was all lies… the woman couldn't possibly be a seer. She was an imposter… she may be a Trelawney but she was no seer. That was when I had an idea… I would create a prophecy and use it to destroy Tom once and for all. Oh, how proud I am of you, Harry! You followed my words to the fullest, you were practically eating from the palm of my hand.
"Sometimes I wonder what it may have been like if you rebelled just the tiniest bit but alas, you were the perfect martyr. I hired Trelawney after that, just to keep an eye on her. I had to cast an imperious on her, after all… then, I had to obliviate her of everything she knew of me. I couldn't very well let the woman walk free throughout the school, knowing everything. Don't you see? I wanted Severus to overhear the fake prophecy and bring it back to Tom. I wanted him to go to your home and kill your parents… I knew that your mother had a protection in place that would protect you. I orchestrated everything… you were a puppet, plain and simple."
Harry listened as his emerald green eyes glistening with tears and his lips wobbled. He didn't have his own life under control and he never did.
He was entirely alone.
Harry's eyes flew open and he gasped, staring at the cream-coloured walls of his room. He shook his head, wondering why he was dreaming of such things and sighed. Harry quickly took a shower and dressed before walking out the door and down in the corridors.
Harry smirked when he saw a half-asleep Barty walking tiredly down the hall, "You look exhausted…" Harry told him, amused.
"I am," Barty said, his eyes half-lidded in exhaustion.
"Hmm," Harry hummed.
"That classmate of yours was never found, you know…" Barty told Harry suspiciously, "You don't happen to know what happened to him, do you?"
Harry giggled while Barty raised an eyebrow, "Poor Dean Thomas…" Harry sighed whimsically, "He only wanted to go to sleep but I was hungry…" Harry said, shrugging his shoulders with a grin.
Barty only shook his head.
They made their way to the kitchen and they both sat next to each other at the table. Barty gave Harry a copy of the Daily Prophet and he nearly cackled when he saw the headline.
There is a missing student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: is Headmaster Dumbledore really a good choice for the future of our children?
In the last week of Hogwarts, a muggle-born named Dean Thomas was confirmed missing from the Gryffindor common room. Albus Dumbledore has repeatedly said that Hogwarts is the safest place… well, then why has a child gone missing? How do we know he isn't lying about anything else?
The Triwizard Tournament in the previous year ended with Cedric Diggory's death… bless his soul, how are we to trust Dumbledore after his negligence and claims of You-Know-Who being back? It seems the man has finally lost the plot in his old age and– in my opinion, doesn't deserve to be Headmaster of Hogwarts.
So many questions are left unanswered but I– Rita Skeeter, dear readers, will get to the bottom of this. How bad is it at Hogwarts to be plagued with death?
Pg. 2-3 for information about Harry Potter, the boy-Who-Lived.
Pg. 4-5 for information about Dean Thomas and Cedric Diggory.
Pg. 6-7 for information about the unqualified Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.
Harry couldn't have been more happy about the Prophet. He was used to Rita Skeeter placing his name in a bad light but it felt so good to not be involved in Dumbledore's shenanigans anymore.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to get hate from people witches and wizards everywhere. That bastard deserved to be buried alive for everything that he did to he and Tom. Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
Tom entered the room then, his eyes narrowing between how close Harry and Barty were, "What's so funny?" He asked, his crimson eyes dark.
"Rita Skeeter," Harry said, looking up at Tom, "The front page is dedicated to Dumbledore and how much of a bad Headmaster he is… I wonder if the fool will do something to her after this..."
Tom approached the table, snatched the paper from Harry's hands and sat down in the other chair next to Harry, completely ignoring the muttered, "My lord," from Barty.
A smirk slowly started to form on Tom's face and he looked at Harry, "I can see what you mean." Harry chuckled again and Tom's smirk softened into a slight smile, "Do I even have to ask what happened to Dean Thomas?"
Harry bursted out into cackles and Tom only shook his head in amusement, "No, you don't," Harry told him finally.
"Mimsy!" Tom called out.
"Master lord, sir?" The house-elf said as she popped into existence.
"Mimsy, fetch Barty, Sirius, and I some breakfast, that mutt will be up here soon I suspect," Tom turned to Harry, "Do you need to drink from someone or do you just do it out of amusement?"
"I do need to drink from someone but I don't have to kill them unless I'm extremely hungry… when I do end up killing them, it's either because I've been starved or I just feel like it," Harry told him, sending Tom a sheepish grin.
Sirius walked in then, "Sorry, I slept in…" He said lowly with a rough voice from sleep.
"Mimsy, send up a muggle from the dungeons… that is all," Tom told the elf finally as it popped away.
"Finally… I thought I would croak from going without blood for so long!" Harry told the three individuals in the room.
Tom shook his head with a smirk, "We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Harry shot Tom mock glare while trying to act mad but he failed miserably, a grin plastered across his face.
"How are we supposed to eat when Harry will be devouring some poor sod?" Sirius whined but was interrupted by the elf popping into existence again with food. The rough looking muggle was deposited right in front of Harry and the ex-golden boy licked his lips.
Tom and Barty began to eat, ignoring Sirius' whines which prompted the Black to sigh and start to eat as well.
Harry licked his lips again before he let his fangs extend, biting into the muggle. He moaned at the taste of blood on his tongue, continuing until the last bit was drained and the muggle was thrown to the floor with Harry finally sated.
Once Harry looked back up to the table, he scrunched up his nose. The food that they were eating made Harry feel disgusted, "I don't know how you can eat that…" Harry said, a frown on his face.
"Tom smiled, "You ask us why we eat human food when you drink blood?" The Dark Lord questioned between breaks of chewing.
When Harry thought about that, he had to concede that Tom had a point, "I guess but it still disgusts me…"
"Pup, you have no idea how disgusting something is until you watch your godson devour a muggle's blood in 60 seconds flat," Sirius told Harry, a grimace on his face.
Harry shrugged and Tom shot him a look at the undignified gesture in which Harry stuck out his tongue childishly.
"Such a child," Tom commented, a smirk on his face.
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't respond.
The muggle that was left on the floor disappeared then, along with the dishes once they were all finished.
"Tom, should we travel to the Gaunt shack and acquire your possession today?" Harry asked Tom, not wanting the other two people in the room to know what they were talking about. It wouldn't be right to just shout it out.
Sirius, knowing that he wasn't wanted in the room at this particular time, excused himself along with Barty once he too, realized that his lord wanted to talk privately about something with Harry.
Tom raised an eyebrow and thought for a second, "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. There is no telling when Dumbledore will get it in his mind to acquire it for himself."
"The diadem is in the school, I can get that once I go back. Bellatrix has the Hufflepuff cup in her vaults, we will have to wait until she is out of Azkaban before we can get that particular horcrux. The locket is in the Black house…" Harry trailed off then, his voice hesitant.
"What?" Tom asked, his eyes narrowing.
"The diary… it's gone…" Harry whispered, closing his eyes from the outburst that he knew Tom would make.
"My diary…" Tom said, his voice deadly, "My diary… is gone!" Tom stood up quickly, pacing back and forth across the room with his eyes narrowed into mere slits, "How did such a thing happen? I gave it to Lucius to keep hidden and safe… I trusted that man!"
"I can explain…" Harry told him slowly.
Tom shot him a look, "Explain, now!"
"In my second year, Lucius gave the diary to Ginny Weasley because he didn't want a bill to go through that protected muggles and while doing this, he wanted to discredit Arthur Weasley and Dumbledore. Once we were in school, strange things were beginning to happen and people were getting petrified. The basilisk was awakened and your horcrux possessed Ginny Weasley to open the Chamber of Secrets. She wrote, 'enemies of the heir beware' in blood."
Tom's eyes widened, "What happened then?"
"Well… my hero self marched down into the chamber to save the damsel in distress when the words of, 'her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever' was plastered across the wall, once again in blood. Once I entered the main room, I was greeted by your pretty face and you told me that Ginny wouldn't wake up. We had a grand fight and he– er, you told me about your past in the orphanage. You set the basilisk on me and tried to get it to eat me… eventually, I penetrated the basilisk's head with Gryffindor's sword and one of its teeth got lodged into my arm. Dumbledore's phoenix cried on my arm and healed it," Harry sent Tom a grim look.
"What happened next?"
"You see… it was me or you…" Harry muttered slowly, "I grabbed the basilisk tooth and stabbed the diary and you started to scream and then you disappeared into a burst of light. I know you may be upset but I was twelve for Merlin's sake… I didn't know what I was doing at the time!"
"So… it's gone?" Tom asked, knowing full well that it was… he just needed clarification, "You do realize that my diary had half of my soul," Tom told him, devastated, "Though, you have nothing to do with this… like you said, you were twelve. Lucius will answer for his betrayal… I trusted that man to take care of something so important… such incompetence."
Harry sighed in relief, happy that he wasn't on the receiving end of Tom's wand, "Let's just focus on getting your ring horcrux," Harry told him finally, walking up to Tom and without so much as a heads up, the two of them disappeared into the shadows.
"Let's get this over with…" Tom sighed, still gulping in air from his shadow-stepping trip. Harry couldn't help but laugh next to him, "The least you could have done was warn me," he muttered quietly but Harry obviously heard him.
"You wouldn't have went my way if you knew what I was going to do!" Harry told him, hands on his hips.
"That's not exactly the point…"
Harry stared at him, his lips wobbling in a pout, "Come on!" Harry said, his eyes taking in the Gaunt shack.
They approached the shack and Tom pushed Harry behind him, "Stay behind me, I put up some nasty curses."
Harry watched Tom disable every curse they came across and he could honestly say that the man was extremely protective of his horcruxes… well, for good reason.
Once Tom muttered the last counter-curse, he picked up the ring and inspected it.
"It's the resurrection stone…" Harry randomly commented, looking at it over Tom's shoulder.
"Really?" Tom questioned and turned around to look Harry in the eyes, "I honestly didn't realize it," Tom told him and the proceeded to take Harry's hand in his and slide the ring on Harry's index finger.
Harry looked down in shock and then looked back up to Tom with confusion in his eyes, "Why would… why give me your horcrux?"
Tom stared at the ring on Harry's finger, an intense light in his eyes that Harry couldn't place at that exact moment. It only made a shiver run down his spine as he felt Tom's hand squeeze his.
"I think the safest my horcrux can be now is with my human horcrux…" Tom explained, the light never fading in his eyes as he dropped Harry's hand, walked past him and left the shack, "I'm going to leave some curses for Dumbledore, hopefully one of them will work and kill it!" Tom called out behind his back.
"Did you just call Dumbledore an it?" Harry cackled, following Tom out and trying to keep his mind off the moment between the two of them.
Harry stood in the meeting room with a mask on his face next to Tom, who– for all intents and purposes, was sitting grandly in his golden throne smirking at his death eaters as they entered the room. Harry laughed and shook his head, glad that his shadows were keeping him from view.
"The time has come…" Tom whispered, his voice traveling all around the quiet meeting room, "The time has come to storm Azkaban!"
The death eaters began to shout then, cheering for their lord. Tom smirked from his throne, smug that he could make such a large crowd worship him. Harry snorted next to him, knowing full well what the man was thinking before uncovering his shadows and letting the death eaters see him.
Tom glanced at Harry and then turned back to his death eaters to gouge their reaction. The death eaters gasped as they saw Lord Tenebris appear next to the throne, whispering about why their lord was letting the boy so close to him.
They thought that just because Harry was equal to the Dark Lord, it didn't mean that serving him would be worth it. They thought Harry incompetent.
"Anyone have anything to say?" Tom asked, wondering if anyone would be stupid enough to comment.
"My lord…" Everyone's eyes turned to a tall, bald man in black robes, their eyes widening, "If I may… even if this person is our new lord as well, he hasn't shown that he is capable of anything other than drinking blood," he explained, unbeknownst to the danger he was in.
Tom's eyebrows raised, "I see… would you like to find out, Newbrook?" He whispered threateningly and Harry smiled, his fangs showing in delight.
"N– No, my lord."
"Come on up, Newbrook, so I may show you just what Lord Tenebris is capable of…" Tom hissed at him.
"B– But, my lord!"
"I said now!" Tom demanded venomously.
Newbrook slowly and fearfully walked up to the Dark Lord, knelt down and kissed the man's robes with tears in his eyes, "Please, my lord, I meant no offence. Please, have mercy!"
"Newbrook, I made it clear in our previous meeting that disrespecting Lord Tenebris is disrespecting me," Tom told him angrily, "Do you like to displease your lord?"
"I think he does!" Harry piped up and Tom shot Harry a mock glare before his dark eyes went back to the pitiful looking being on the floor.
"Lord Tenebris… he's yours," Tom told Harry, a smirk on his face.
Harry returned the smirk and fished his wand from out of his holster, " Crucio!"
The man began to writhe on the ground, crying out for someone to help him and Harry could only look on in disgust, "Any suggestions?" Harry asked Tom, his eyes lighting up in curiosity.
"Just get it over with…" Tom said with exasperation, "We have other pressing matters to deal with."
"You're no fun!" Harry pouted before casting the killing curse at the tortured man.
Tom just sighed, "Lucius… come forward!" He hissed out into the room when Harry was finished, slight anger in his tone.
Lucius Malfoy approached the throne cautiously and knelt at Tom's feet, "My lords?" He said shakily, nodding his head to Tom and Harry in acknowledgment.
"Lucius… you have made me greatly upset…" Tom told him chidingly, "I want to see you after the meeting in my office."
Lucius' head snapped up at the anger in his lord's tone. Tom just stared down at Lucius with a blank expression but his eyes were murderous, "Y–Yes, my lord…" Lucius said hastily and waited for himself to be dismissed.
Tom kept his eyes on Lucius and sneered, "Out of my sight!" Lucius didn't have to be told twice, making his way back to his original spot as calm as he could. "The attack will be tonight and every single one of you better be in attendance or else!" Tom glared at his death eaters, "Severus Snape!"
A man in a black cloak approached the throne and knelt, "Yes, my lord?" Severus' face was devoid of any emotion.
"I would like to see you in my office as well," Tom ordered. Severus nodded to his lord as he was dismissed.
"Everyone out of here and be ready for tonight!" Tom hissed at them all before every death eater disapparated.
"When I give you something to protect, I mean protect it with your life! You dare use my possessions for your own personal gain?" Tom growled at Lucius, his knuckles turning white in anger, "The least you could have done was gotten rid of the girl but you couldn't even do that!"
"M– My lord… I…" Lucius began, trying to explain, "Arthur Weasley was trying to put a bill through the Wizengamot to protect muggles and I couldn't let that happen. I know that I've done wrong, please forgive me! I gave the diary to the girl because I wanted to make a fool out of Weasley. I assure you, if I knew of its importance, I would not have touched it! I am sorry, my lord!"
" Crucio!" Tom hissed, "You will be sorry, Lucius!" Lucius gasped as he writhed on the floor in agony, biting his lips to keep the scream at bay, " Prae Dolore!" This was a spell that Tom had created to surpass the Cruciatus. Tom wanted to hear Lucius scream and so, he did. It was pure agony for Lucius as he screamed his lungs out.
"P– please, my lord!" Lucius stuttered out and Tom was surprised he was conscious enough to even say anything. He canceled the spell after a couple minutes and Lucius was left panting, barely holding on to consciousness.
"One last chance… if you upset me this time, you will upset me for the last time. Do I make myself clear?" Tom asked, his voice deadly.
"Y–Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord!" Lucius could barely stand but he managed to get through the door once he was dismissed, pain ripping through every single part of his body.
Once Lucius was gone, Tom called in Severus with a sharp call. The man walked in cautiously, his dark cloak billowing behind him, "My lord?"
"Severus… I would like to get to the point: who are you spying for?" Tom asked, his left hand playing with his wand.
Severus' eyes widened and he looked down at the wand in fear, trying desperately to keep his mask. Tom saw it in a split second and smirked, "My lord… you don't understand! Dumbledore made me swear a vow to protect Potter and if you haven't noticed already, the boy is light."
Amusement filled Tom at that thought, "What makes you think he is light, Severus?"
"He is a spoiled, self-centred brat who is the spitting image of his father!" Severus spat and shrunk back at the raw anger in the Dark Lord's eyes.
"How dare you speak that tone in my presence!" Tom hissed but stopped, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose to calm down, "How do you know this, Severus? What makes you think that Potter is such a… brat? Did Dumbledore tell you this? You of all people should know not to trust Dumbledore on his words alone…"
"Dumbledore said that his relatives place him on a throne and cater to his every whim. He has no reason to be dark. I can't see what Dumbledore would get out of lying about something so serious as a child's home life. He is the golden boy, why wouldn't I believe it?"
"So… you honestly believe what the old man tells you? Don't you ever think for yourself?"
Severus thought for a second. The Dark Lord had a point… why wasn't he questioning the Headmaster's words? What did the old man get out of manipulating a one-year old child? He just didn't know, "You have a point…"
"I'm the Dark Lord, of course I have a point…" Tom said and was about to continue when he was cut off by the door opening which prompted Tom to immediately point his wand at the target.
"Woah, woah!" Harry said, his arms up in mock alarm. Tom lowered his wand and glared at the vampire.
"What point of me telling you to knock on the door, don't you understand?" Tom said back.
"Yeah and just because you say something, it doesn't mean I'm going to listen!" Harry told him impishly.
Severus' eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of Harry.
"Brat…" Tom whispered, exasperated.
"Guilty!" Harry shouted, staring down in amusement at a shocked looking Severus.
Chapter 11
Posted: April 4th, 2018 Revised: October 28th, 2020
Chapter 11
It wasn't everyday– or any day for that matter, you got to see Severus Snape openly gape but at that exact moment, he was doing a very good impression of a fish out of water. He abruptly snapped his jaw closed and started to glare at Harry.
"This has become bothersome…" Tom said, amusement in his voice, "I wanted to explain everything to you before letting Harry come in here but that's not possible now," he told Severus and then quirked an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry smiled mockingly.
"I…I…" Severus stuttered, red in the face.
"Severus, as I was saying, I believe Dumbledore may have done something to you," Tom said lightly.
"My lord, what do you think the Headmaster has done? I don't see what he would get out of manipulating my mind…" Severus wondered, not bothering to comment on the fact that Harry was there. He knew that he wouldn't get any answers until the Dark Lord was ready to give them.
"I think that since you swore a vow to Dumbledore to protect me, he believes that you will do anything and everything he tells you to do. I mean, it's not that hard to believe… after all, how could the golden boy of Gryffindor turn dark?"
Tom smirked at Harry.
Severus finally turned to look at Harry for the first time since the boy arrived, wondering if he should stay quiet and pretend that the blasted Potter wasn't there. A minute later, he gave in, "Why are you here, Potter? Do you believe this to be something funny to you? You shouldn't take this lightly… what in Merlin's name possessed you to go to the Dark Lord?" Severus froze at what he said but couldn't take it back. Instead, he added on, "Dunderhead."
Harry couldn't keep in the amusement anymore and laughed delightedly, " Youare the funny one, sir! Do you actually believe that bullying me was a smart choice on your part? The only thing you did was make me hate you more… you know, I couldn't wait to go to my first class of Potions in first year. I thought that if I was good at cooking food for my unworthy muggle relatives, then maybe I would be alright at Potions. I was excited for it and you, the overgrown bat that you were, asked me questions not meant for first year and embarrassed me because I couldn't answer them.
"I wanted to excel in Potions and I loved it! I read the book top to bottom and couldn't wait to start brewing! You, however, made me not want to go to something that I loved. I tried to brew something in each class but all I got from you were insults or one of the Slytherin's throwing something in my cauldron which you didn't do anything about.
"You don't deserve to teach children. I'm sorry, but it's honest to Merlin the truth. You don't deserve to know why I'm here, either."
Tom glared sharply at Severus, not knowing that the man made Harry go through such a thing, "It's one thing, Severus, to teach children and give them a detention but another thing to completely neglect your duty as a professor and not help children when they need it. If what Harry says is true, I don't believe you are fit to be a professor myself."
Severus' nostrils flared, "My lord, he is just like his father! He doesn't deserve anyone's sympathy and everything he is saying are lies!"
" Crucio!" Tom snarled. Severus dropped to the floor, not expecting the curse as he writhed in pain. He was under it for a little under two minutes before Tom canceled it, "You dare insult Harry in front of me! You are lucky you aren't dead this very second and you better get over that hatred of Harry right now or you won't like what I will do to you."
Harry shot Tom a thankful look, "I'm not my father…" Harry told Severus, sitting down in the chair next to the man.
Severus shook as he sat back into his chair, completely ignoring the boy's words.
"What I am saying, Severus, is that… you may have a compulsive charm placed on you or maybe even a web of compulsions. Dumbledore may have a certain key word that activates it and he can make you do anything. He could order you to do a certain thing, then he would say, 'right Severus' and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it."
Harry looked at Tom in shock. He didn't know that the old man could do that! Harry feared for a second whether or not that Dumbledore did it to him in the past– er, future.
Tom took out his wand and did a swiping gesture over Severus, a triumphant grin taking over his face, "There's definitely a web of compulsions and also a couple memory charms. I'll break the web first and then the memory charms."
Severus nodded reluctantly, not believing that the old man had it in him to manipulate him like this. Tom cast another spell around Severus and he glowed for a split second before it disappeared and his eyes widened.
Severus felt different all of a sudden… almost like his mind was clear of thoughts. It was like he had his own free-will back and the thoughts that had plagued him before about Potter, weren't there. He felt kind of bereft of something and it was an odd sensation.
Tom readied his wand again and Severus prepared himself again, waiting for the memory charms to break.
"Are you ready, Severus?"
"Yes, my lord…" Severus told him weakly.
The counter-curse was shot at him quickly and he slumped back into his chair, darkness covering his vision.
Severus was having one hell of a day. The spawn of James Potter was coming to Hogwarts and he knew the child would be the spitting image of his father. Though, he couldn't forget that the child was also Lily's boy.
He turned his head to the Professor next to him and tried to start a conversation to keep his mind off the Potter child.
"How was your trip around the world, Quirinus?" Severus asked and normally he wouldn't engage anybody in conversation but Potter was becoming a nightmare. Would the boy be an exact copy?
"It… was v–very informative, S–Severus…" Quirrell stuttered out with wide eyes and Severus realized that this must have been the first time in a long time he had started a conversation himself, "I've e–encountered zombies and v–vampire… an African p–prince gave me this turban…" He gestured to the turban he was wearing, "…as compensation f–for disposing of a z–zombie in the area. The black f–forest was dreadfully f–full of vampires…" He finished with a relieved expression on his face.
Severus sighed, wondering why he had picked Quirrell to chat with, "It must have been a genuine eye opener. How did you get away from so many vampires?" Severus asked, amusing himself with watching Quirrell stutter and flush at the attention.
"It was n–not easy, S–Severus, there was r–running and a whole l–lot of garlic," Quirrell told him, shuddering in fright.
Everyone turned then, hearing the great hall doors open and Severus sighed for the inevitable. The first years whispered amongst each other and Severus didn't want to look; didn't want to see his tormentor in Lily's child.
"Potter, Harry!" Professor McGonagall spoke loudly, her eyes taking the first years in with curiosity.
Severus glanced at the sorting hat but didn't dare look at the child. He turned away then and waited for the sorting to finish.
"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat called out finally and Severus wasn't surprised. He was a little disappointed, however, as he could have protected Lily's child better in Slytherin with the vow and all.
He finally rested his gaze on the Potter spawn and watched him walk to the Gryffindor table. When the boy say down, Severus got the surprise of his life when Potter turned around and looked straight into his eyes. Severus' coal black eyes met piercing green and his emotionless mask cracked for a mere second before he recreated it.
The boy had Lily's eyes.
Severus looked away quickly and tried to finish the conversation he was having with Quirinus but it was extremely hard not to look back at Potter.
When the announcements were finished by Dumbledore, the feast began and Severus couldn't help but look back at Potter after a couple minutes of burning curiosity.
The boy didn't seem to be eating anything and Severus frowned. There was hardly a thing on his plate and when he looked a little closer, Severus could catch a glimpse of the boy nibbling on a piece of bread.
He was becoming concerned.
A sudden thought entered his mind and he couldn't believe it but… if the boy was with Lily's sister, Petunia, there was no telling what could have happened in that house.
Petunia used to be awfully nasty to her Lily and Lily's child being in the giraffe's care made Severus shiver involuntarily. It wasn't much the thought of Petunia but that of her beefy husband that worried him.
Severus kept his eyes on Potter throughout the feast and once everyone was finished, he ordered the prefects to escort the first years to the dungeons while he made his way to Dumbledore's office, robes billowing behind him.
Once he arrived, he glared at the gargoyle guarding the entrance. "Acid pops," Severus said reluctantly and with distaste. He stepped up onto the stairs and waited impatiently for the stairs to reach the top. When they stopped, Severus stepped up to the door and knocked.
"Come in, Severus." Dumbledore's jovial voice sounded through the door.
He opened the door and stalked in, "Headmaster," Severus said slowly, "I have to ask… did you leave the Potter child in Petunia's care?" Severus didn't want to think about what could have happened to the boy in her house.
"Yes, Severus. They are Harry's only relatives…" Dumbledore said calmly.
"I have reason to believe that the boy is being abused. I know Petunia and her oaf of a husband and they aren't nice people. They boy didn't even eat anything that was in front of him at the feast!"
"Severus, I assure you that Harry is in good hands." Dumbledore placed his hand on Severus' shoulder, "I commend you for coming forth with a thought so terrible."
"Albus, I will not be giving up on this…" Severus said with conviction, "I have this feeling. Petunia is a foul person if there ever was one and I wouldn't put it past her and her husband to do something this disgraceful."
"Severus," Dumbledore said gravely, "I did hope that you would stay out of this but I should've known…"
"What–?"
"Obliviate…"
"Poppy," Severus' voice came through the medical wing, "May I speak to you a moment?"
"Oh, Severus!" Pomfrey exclaimed in surprise, "Come in, come in! There is no one in here at the moment, I can assure you that it won't be for long, though!"
"Thank you, Poppy." Severus walked in the wing and sat down onto one of the chairs, "You have checked the students for health issues and anything of the sort?"
"Of course I did, Severus! What do you take me for?" Poppy asked, completely confused.
"Sorry, Poppy. I wanted to know if you have anything in your files about Harry Potter?" Severus asked lightly.
"You know I can't speak to anyone about what I see in the hospital wing unless it's urgent and only if I have special permission from their guardians," Poppy told him sternly.
Severus didn't say anything to that and just stared at the wall silently. He heard Poppy shuffle around the room and finally sit in the chair next to him with a deep breath.
"Listen, Dumbledore told me that Potter was already checked for health issues elsewhere and I was told to skip him."
Severus' eyes widened, "You mean to tell me that Potter hasn't been checked here?" He asked darkly.
"No he hasn't," she admitted, "I really would have like to, though. That boy is as skinny as a rod. I went along with Dumbledore to appease him but I was planning on taking Potter in and testing him anyway."
"That boy is hardly eating," Severus said quietly and sighed.
"I know how you feel, Severus," Poppy told him in return.
"Severus," Dumbledore's voice was heard through the door, "A few of your Slytherin's are misbehaving and I left them in your office."
"Very well, Albus," Severus said, "I'm coming."
Dumbledore stepped into the medical wing and looked at them both, "What were you doing in here, Severus?"
"Not that it's any of your business," Severus said stiffly, "But, I came to see Poppy about a student's health."
Dumbledore sighed, almost in disappointment, "You're a hard one to control…"
Poppy stood up quickly, "Albus!" She said in shock and a wand was pointed at her before she could say anything else.
"Obliviate." Severus was left staring at Dumbledore's wand tip and he had no time to reach for his own wand. He closed his eyes and accepted what was about to happen, "Obliviate," Dumbledore said for the final time that day.
Severus Snape's eyes opened and he sat in the chair silently, not acknowledging the presence of Harry Potter and the Dark Lord. Once he sifted through his memories a bit more, he turned to Harry.
"I… I apologize," Severus told him quietly, "I wasn't in my right mind evidently."
Harry nodded.
"I… well, since your first year, I tried everything I could to get you checked by a healer but Dumbledore obliviated me each and every time I tried. It's entirely frustrating to know that the old goat was capable of something so manipulative. I didn't think he had it in him…"
"What? You mean you knew about Petunia?" Harry asked in confusion.
Severus nodded, "Yes, I knew her through Lily and I know how much of a bitch she turned out to be. That husband of hers is a pile of hippogriff dung."
Harry chuckled, agreeing, "Well, we don't have to worry about them anymore, hmm?" Harry asked Tom, a grin on his face.
Tom nodded in amusement, "Of course…" He agreed.
"What have you done?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, you could say that we had a little fun with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. A little too much fun, really…" Harry said while chuckling darkly.
Severus shook his head in bemusement but didn't comment.
"I am running out of time and we must be getting to the meeting hall. I need to know your answer, Severus. Are you loyal to the Dark?" Tom asked him, his crimson eyes narrowing at the man.
"Yes, my Lord. I am very much loyal to the Dark," Severus told him honestly.
"We must be leaving then. I will see you in the meeting room, Severus. Come along, Harry," Tom said, standing up and leaving the room with Harry trailing behind him.
"Tonight we will take our people from that disgusting prison and we rise once again. We will not be stopped!" Tom shouted to his Death Eaters as they lined up to be apparated, "Everyone will be going in groups of five. When I say to apparate, you will apparate. If I find out that one of you is make this more difficult than it has to be, I will personally crucio you."
What will you do to me, my Lord?Harry asked innocently, I am always making things harder than it has to be…Harry froze for a second, remembering what he had just said and groaned inwardly. That seemed a little too suggestive… Harry looked up at Tom to see if he'd caught on and he nearly died in embarrassment when he realized that Tom did take it the wrong way.
Tom smirked, That you do…he hissed, not bothering to comment on the innuendo.
We have to wait for Remus and the twins,Harry hissed to Tom, Sirius is coming with me too.
Very well,Tom sighed, They better be here in two minutes.
The twins have to get away from the shop and Remus has to find a safe time to get out of the order headquarters…Harry said slowly, No pressure there.
"Oh, Lord…" A head popped up on one side of Harry.
"Tenebris!" Another head popped up on the other side of Harry.
"Nice to see you here!" The twins both chorused. Harry sent them both a blank look and a raise of an eyebrow.
"Look Gred, our lord is speechless!" George exclaimed.
"You're darn right, Forge… should we help him?" Fred returned. The twins exchanged their signature evil look and prowled towards Harry.
Not now…" Harry told them exasperated, "We have to go in a few minutes."
"Actually sixty three seconds…" Tom muttered and Harry shot him an evil look that put the twin's to shame, "What? I said two minute…" Tom was cut off by two people walking towards them.
"We're here!" Sirius shouted, out of breath while Remus staggered behind him, breathing deeply.
"I had to set up an alibi before I came and I told them I was going out for the night…" Remus blushed, "They obviously got the wrong ideas." Harry watched as Sirius gripped Remus that much tighter and couldn't help but become amused when Remus looked at Sirius before blushing even harder.
Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively and Tom place a hand on his forehead to try and get rid of the migraine that was forming, "Can we go now…?" Remus stuttered, looking back and forth between Harry and Sirius with a bright red face.
Tom sighed in relief when everyone turned to get ready to apparate.
"Okay, Remus, Sirius, Fred and George… you're with me." Harry told them and turned to Remus and Sirius and then Fred and George, "I will not be apparating so this will be a totally different experience for all of you."
They all looked at Harry in question before he smiled and gave an example, shadow-stepping across the room and back.
"Bloody hell!" George said excitedly with Fred nodding along.
"So, you are using something similar to apparating but it has something to do with your vampire nature?" Remus asked in surprise.
Harry nodded, "Yes… but everyone form a circle, we are leaving now." They did as told and when Tom finally called to apparate, they disappeared with a crack.
Harry looked around the island before his eyes stopped heavily on Tom, "Ready?" Harry asked, his green eyes vibrant.
Tom stared at him for a few seconds before nodding, "Yes…" he said before directing his voice louder to his followers, "Begin!"
Every single Death Eater charged towards the prison while Tom shot out exploding curses to try and break the brick wall of Azkaban. Harry laughed when pats of the brick went flying into different directions.
All of a sudden, Harry could hear cackling coming from the top of the building and he knew immediately who it was. Harry went into the prison quickly and took out any other prisoners that were loyal to the Dark Lord.
When Harry finally left the prison, he could hear the sound of apparition, "Tom, the Order is finally here!" He shouted over his shoulder where Tom was standing.
"I know, Harry. I can see…" Tom said blankly.
Harry jumped excitedly started to attack the closest Order member with an Avada Kedavraand he slumped to the ground, dead.
That was when all hell broke loose.
Harry danced around every Order member and shot out curses left and right, his eyes lit up with sadistic glee and high on adrenaline, "Sectumsempra!" Harry hissed and a white flash lit up his wand as he slashed an Order member across the neck. He went down to his knees, choking on his own blood.
At this point, Harry and Tom were back to back hitting curses at anyone who approached them. It was a bloodbath and Harry savoured every drop of blood that was spilled.
Another curse came flying at Tom and Harry reflected it back quickly. They both looked at each other before nodding, " Fiendfyre!" They both shouted together and both their wands lit up and fire started form around them both. Two twin snakes were conjured through the flames and went for every Order member in the vicinity.
Once ashes started to rain down, almost every Order member were either dead or escaped by the skin of their teeth.
Harry's grin was nice and bloodthirsty as he looked around the battlefield, "We did a number on them, didn't we?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, "You did the most damage, you lunatic."
"Don't call me that, Tom. It's not nice."
Tom didn't grace that with a response before turning and shaking his head.
"Narcissa!" Tom shouted out into the meeting hall as every Death Eater apparent in with numerous injured baggage, "Change to a glamour instead of a mask…" Tom whispered to Harry.
Harry nodded and changed his features before taking the mask off. The only person that could see through it was Tom.
Harry went to go speak to the twins when Tom told him that he had to go oversee his followers.
"My Lord!" It was a screeching voice like nails on a chalkboard and echoed around the hall. Tom looked around and his eyes zeroed in on a black curly head of a hair that was matted so badly that Tom grimaced. The woman approached him, jumping up and down in excitement, "My Lord…" She said again, her eyes lit up in reverence, "You came for me… you came for me!" She sobbed.
Tom look down in distaste, "Bellatrix…" He acknowledged and Bellatrix Lestrange sobbed harder at the greeting, bending down to kiss Tom's robes lovingly.
"I knew you would come for me, My Lord…" She continued to repeat and Tom sighed, rubbing his head.
"Stand up, Bellatrix…" The woman immediately stood up, admiring her Lord. She must have gotten some bravery somewhere because she moved closer to Tom and placed her hand seductively on his arm, running it up and down.
"Did you miss me, My Lord?" Bellatrix crooned, "Did you miss this?" She whispered heatedly in Tom's ear, nearly about to bite his earlobe before letting out a yelp of surprise.
"Sorry…" Harry said sheepishly, "The Dark Lord doesn't like to be touched, I'm told, "Harry said nonchalantly but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes, "I'm Lord Tenebris…"
"Yes, Bellatrix. This is my partner, the second Lord and my equal," Tom said amused, his eyes staring at Harry. Harry watched Bellatrix trail her eyes down him with disgust, "Your sister, Bellatrix, is seeing to everyone for injuries. You should go and speak with her…"
Bellatrix let her eyes turn to Tom when she heard him to speak to her, "Of course, my Lord!" Bellatrix said and dipped her head to Tom, completely disregarding Harry, "It will be great to see my sister after such a long time," she told him and walked away skipping.
Harry's mouth dropped open and he was very unimpressed. He sniffed haughtily and looked at Tom, "I hope she makes you happy…" Harry said, trying to sound honest but Tom could hear the underlying tone.
"Are you jealous?" Tom asked in severe amusement and smirked at Harry's shocked expression.
"No! Of course I'm not…!" Harry exclaimed too quickly, "I know that you don't like to be touched and she was…" Harry trailed off when he caught the look on Tom's face that told him that anything he said wouldn't be believed.
"Mmhm…" Tom hummed.
"What?"
"Nothing…"
Harry looked at Tom and he stared back. The battle of staring was now commenced and Harry narrowed his eyes because if they were going to have a staring contest, he sure as hell would be the winner.
"Fred, do you have any idea what they are doing?" George asked his twin.
"Well, yes I do, George…" Fred exclaimed, "They are definitely having a staring contest…"
"Right you are, Fred!" George told him, "I reckon red eyes will win, don't you?"
"I can still hear you…" Harry told the twins, unimpressed.
"Oh, George! I think he heard us!" Fred said, wide-eyed. Harry directed a deadly glare at Tom that was meant for the twins and Tom grew more amused.
"Look! Some poor soul is bleeding out heavily…" Sirius piped up from behind Harry, looking slyly at the twins.
"Yeah, it looks like they're going to die from blood loss!" Remus agreed, sharing a smirk with Sirius.
Harry sniffed slightly, "I know what you're trying to do and it isn't going to work! You can't bribe me to look away… even if it does smell heavenly…" Harry's eyes took on a longing look but he immediately snapped out of it and started to glare at Tom's amused red eyes.
That was until a set of arms wrapped around Tom's waist, "My Lord, would you like to come with me? I have something very… importantto discuss with you," Bellatrix said from behind Tom. He looked away from Harry and and sighed.
"What is it now, Bellatrix?" Tom asked, while Harry glared at her instead of celebrating his victory.
Bellatrix looked at Harry and leaned into Tom, "It's a secret, my Lord…" She whispered in Tom's ear and Tom outright grimaced.
"Come along Bellatrix…"
Harry looked at Tom when he said this and frowned. He didn't know why he was feeling so jealous of Bellatrix but he didn't like her touching Tom.
He looked between Tom and Bellatrix one more time before turning around without a word and walking out of the meeting hall.
"Where do you think he is going, George?" Fred questioned.
"I don't know…" George whispered.
However, Tom was frowning as well.
"Fred, George…" Tom said, "Before you leave, you will be going with Rabastan and Rodolphus to clean up the Dursley residence. I would like you to make sure no muggles are able to enter the area."
"No problem, boss!" They both exclaimed.
Tom shook his head, went into his bedroom and once there, he slumped into his bed tiredly. He then thought back to what Bellatrix wanted…
"Bellatrix, for the last time… I will not be bedding you ever."
"What? So, you like that little whore Tenebris over me?" Bellatrix screeched.
"Prae Dolore!" Tom hissed his own curse that he made, "If I hear you insult Lord Tenebris ever again, you will wish you were dead."
Bellatrix writhed on the floor in agony, her nails were digging into her chest for support and her tongue began bleeding from biting down. She put forth a vicious scream when she couldn't hold it any longer, "Please, my Lord!" She cried, "Please! I'll be good, I promise!"
"You better make sure you remember that or your life is void."
He couldn't explain the rush of protectiveness when Bellatrix insulted Harry. He sighed and finally succumbed to sleep.
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN
The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there was a mass breakout from Azkaban.
Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday morning as well as a number of other prisoners and he has already informed the muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
"We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped," said Fudge last night, "Nor do we think that two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help and we must remember that Black, as the first person to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all that we can to round up the criminals and beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached."
"Obviously they would blame it on me…" Sirius rolled his eyes, "Apparently, I'm a leader."
Harry snorted.
Sirius whipped his head around faster than lightning, "What?" He asked with a pout, "You don't think I have the potential to be a leader?"
"It's not that…" Harry said and coughed, "It's just funny how they thought Bellatrix would ever serve anyone other than Tom." Bellatrix' name left a bitter taste in his mouth and he scowled.
"That… actually makes sense…" Sirius said, bemused.
"I'm going to the library…" Harry told him abruptly, "I have to search for something."
"Okay, pup. Have fun?" Sirius said, throwing the newspaper on the table, "If you can even have fun in a library…" He muttered to himself.
Harry made his way to the library, humming under his breath. When he came upon Barty reading on the couch, he smirked and shadow-stepped closer.
Barty wasn't paying attention, so when he turned to get more comfortable, he came into contact with luminous green eyes. The poor thing nearly screamed like a girl and jumped so high, he almost touched the roof.
Harry fell to the floor, dying of laughter as Barty glared daggers at him.
"Okay, you have to admit… that was bloody funny." Harry snorted in amusement.
"Ha, bloody, ha…" Barty deadpanned, his heart still beating frantically in his chest.
Harry finally got his laughter to die down and went book hunting. It was important that he find what he was looking for because he wanted to surprise Tom with it.
He couldn't find it so he just grabbed a different book and sat down next to Barty.
"What are you reading?" Barty asked, conversationally.
"It's about rituals…" Harry replied. Harry shifted a bit, trying to lay down on the couch but his arms just about grazed Barty's in the process, making him shiver. Harry figured it was his cold skin.
Barty tried, he really did. He just couldn't reign in the raw hunger that he had for Harry which made him do the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. He stood up and threw Harry's book to the floor.
Harry looked up in confusion, "That was rude…"
Barty didn't grace that with a response because now he was straddling Harry's hips. He then leaned down to place his lips against Harry's, moaning in the process.
Barty continued to kiss Harry with Harry staring blandly at him, not impressed in the slightest. Harry felt a presence heading for the room and he decided that this would be great opportunity to get back at Tom.
So, before Tom came through the door, Harry participated in the kiss, deepening it. Harry's eyebrows rose when Barty started to rub up against him and he laughed inwardly.
Tom reached the door and pushed it open, "Harry, can you…" Tom stopped in his tracks at the sight before him, his crimson red eyes narrowing into slits.
Barty jumped off Harry quickly and fell to the floor.
Harry stared at Tom waiting for something… anything.
" Avada Kedavra…" Tom said in a deadly voice and the flash of green light enveloped Barty and then he was dead, his blank eyes staring up at the ceiling.
He did something alright.
The next thing happened quickly. Tom walked over, grabbed Harry into his arms before smashing their lips together in a vicious kiss that was all tongue.
Harry melted as Tom bit his lower lip, summoning a moan from him. Tom stopped long enough to mutter, "Mine…" before claiming Harry's lips once again.
Harry got what he wanted but at the cost of Barty's life.
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