hey! I am back! Sorry it took so long, RL has been crazy...as always, thank you for the reviews and favs!
And Idk if this is allowed here, but #freeBelarus and #freeProtasevich! It is insane what is going on in Belarus right now, and disgusting how the terror regime is treating Roman Protasevich. Anways- hope you all like this chapter.
WARNING: SPANKING.
It was stupid, and he knew it was a suicide mission- but he simply could not run away and let Tiny take the blame for him, and let Gryffindor spank him, Tiny was his friend, and for the first time in his life, Tom felt something like loyalty.
He took a deep breath, and he then he slowly walked down the hallway, away from the kitchen, and away from the room with the fireplace- away from his only hope to escape.
He could feel something twitching and changing deep inside him, and he knew he probably had about five or ten minutes left before he would look like himself again.
Gryffindor is going to beat the shit out of me for this.
He was scared, and nervous, but nevertheless, he went up the stairs, and he was on the third floor now where his room was, and he was shaking, but he forced himself to keep walking and when he turned around the corner, he thought his heart would stop beating.
Gryffindor was leaning against his door, his arms crossed, and he looked at him like he had been waiting for him, an amused smile on his lips, "hello there, Tiny- was there anything else you needed to tell me about my son?"
Game. Over.
Tom swallowed hard, "he…he's really sorry", he finally managed to say, "he did not mean to be so…"
"Naughty?", Gryffindor supplied, and he smiled, "I figured. Now, we should probably have a little talk, hmm?"
The tears wanted to come again, and he blinked them back, "you…you're gonna spank me", it was not a question.
"We are going to talk first- how many minutes of the potion is left anyways?"
"About five I guess", Tom replied hoarsely, "I…please…I know I messed it all up, but it wasn't Tiny's fault, I…I made him help me, he did not do anything wrong!"
"You found a true friend there, Thomas, you know that, right?"
"Yes. Yes, I do", he whispered, and this time, he did not stop the tears.
And then he felt the changes starting- felt his body growing, and his ears shrinking, and his face changing, and he slowly turned back into his old self, while Gryffindor was watching him silently, and he sobbed when it was over, because he knew this was really it.
He had blown his only chance to ever escape.
"Let's go, naughty boy- I am sure Tiny is already on edge in there- I put a spell on the room, so he is unable to get out."
"So…you knew? The whole time you knew?", Tom dared to ask.
"Not the whole time- I got suspicious after I asked you if you thought you were happy- and then I decided to play along and see how you would react."
"That means…the talking about the punishment…you said that to see what I would do?"
Gryffindor smiled, "I had hoped you would not let Tiny take your punishment- not that I would have ever done that to him- and I was right. All I had to do is wait for you here."
Tom groaned, "I am such an idiot."
Gryffindor shook his head, "no, you are not- an idiot would have taken the chance and use the floo network- and that would have made your punishment ten times worse, let me tell you."
Tom shuddered, secretly glad that he had not done that.
And then Gryffindor opened the door to his room, and there was Tiny, in tears, a complete nervous wreck, and when he saw them, he started to sob, "Tiny…is so sorry! So sorry! Tiny did not want to make Master Gryffindor upset, Tiny just wanted to help a friend, and Tiny thought…"
"Calm down, Tiny- you are not in trouble. The time in here was punishment enough I assume", Gryffindor responded, his voice calm, "we are going to have a little talk later, though- and I better not find you disobey me again any time soon."
"No no, Tiny will never disobey Master Gryffindor again! Tiny is so sorry, thank you for your mercy, Master Gryffindor, Tiny does not deserve to…"
"It's alright", Gryffindor smiled, "now, hurry back to the kitchen- you do have a dessert to finish, don't you?"
Tiny nodded hastily, and then he sped off, a relieved look on his face.
Tom was standing in the back, all of his furniture was still gone- but when Gryffindor waved his hand, a big wooden chair appeared- and he closed his eyes, the memory still fresh on his mind.
I was a naughty boy and I deserved to be spanked.
Gryffindor waved his hand again, and a couch appeared, "as I said, we are going to talk first, Thomas. Sit down."
He did not even think about disobeying, and sat down on the couch.
Gryffindor sat in the chair, right opposite from him, "I think you owe me an explanation, Thomas."
"I…yeah…", Tom swallowed and looked down, "I…I convinced Tiny to…let me out, and…we went into your office and…opened the potions cabinet, and…we took some Polyjuice Potion", he bit his lips, "and…I did want to use the floo network, but on the way back from the office, Tally saw me and made me go into the kitchen with him, and then I worked on the dessert…and forgot the time."
"In other words, you talked Tiny into letting you out of the room, even though you were grounded, and you broke into my office, and stole one of my potions to deceive me and the other house elves, so you could run away. Correct?"
Tom winced, "yes…yes, Sir", he finally mumbled, "I…am sorry, I…I did not know that…"
I did not know that you missed me.
Gryffindor looked at him for a while without saying a word, and when he spoke again, his voice was calm, "what did you not know, Thomas?"
"I…I thought you wanted to…I thought you hated me! So, I wanted to run away, and…then you said that you missed me, and you called me son, and my boy, and…and…", he covered his face in his hands, "I felt so awful, and…last night, I could not sleep cause you did not tuck me in, and I missed you, and I wanted you to come say goodnight so bad…", he started to cry, "I am so sorry! I am so sorry I was pretending at first, I did not…I was not…"
"Come here, Tommy", and he scrambled over immediately and Gryffindor pulled him on his lap, and held him close, "silly boy", he murmured, "you were just pretending in the beginning then, hmm? And then you realized that you actually liked being my good boy, am I right?"
Tom blushed, "y…yes", he mumbled, hiding his face in Gryffindor's chest, "after that one day when you…spanked me and put me in…time-out", his blush deepened, "I felt so humiliated, and I was mad at you, so I decided to pretend, but then…I…I started to like you, and the goodnight time, and playing with the boys, and then you said that I am your good boy, and that you are proud of me, and that you love me", he sobbed, "and then I just…stopped pretending, but I had told Tiny about my plan, and he got upset because he thought I was still pretending, and I was too…ashamed to tell him the truth, and then you came…and…I was just frozen, you looked so angry, and…I just…couldn't…say anything…"
"Oh Tommy…", Gryffindor sighed, and pulled him even closer, "you should have told me, I would not have grounded you, you know that."
"Yes, I know!", he sobbed, "and now you are gonna spank me, and…I am not your good boy anymore and…and…"
"You will always be my good boy, Tommy- but yes, I am going to spank you", he carefully adjusted him on his lap, "is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Yes- but I can't.
Tom blinked, avoiding to look Gryffindor in the eyes, "what…do you mean?"
"I mean that I feel like there is still something you are not telling me", Gryffindor responded, "and you know what I think about lying."
"I am not…lying about anything."
I am just not telling you everything.
"Good", Gryffindor carefully moved him again, "you will get twenty strikes- and the pants will come down."
"Twenty?", he repeated, his face ashen, "but…please…"
"No buts, or I will make it thirty- you are only getting twenty because you came back, and because you were honest, and because this was kind of a misunderstanding in the first place", Gryffindor informed him, "and you will count them, every single one of them, and if I hear you complain, or curse, or if you try to protect your backside, you will get five extra with the belt. Understood?"
"Yes…Sir", Tom whispered, "I…am sorry."
"I know you are, Tommy."
And then, he pulled his pants down and started spanking him, slowly at first, but then he increased the pace, and Tom whimpered.
"Please…please…"
"I don't hear you counting, Thomas", Gryffindor replied unmoved, and his hand came down again.
"Se…seven! That was seven!"
"Six", Gryffindor corrected, "I gave you one extra for forgetting to count- consider that a warning. Next time, I will get the belt, naughty boy."
"No belt!", Tom sobbed, "please…I'll be good!"
Gryffindor smiled and carefully adjusted him again, "don't forget to count then."
Smack.
"Seven!"
"Good boy", Gryffindor praised him, and lifted his hand again.
Smack.
"Ei…eight."
Damn that one had hurt!
Smack.
"Nine…please…"
Gryffindor did not respond, instead, his hand came down again.
"Ten! It hurts, it hurts!"
"Halfway there, Thomas- you are doing very well."
Tom whimpered, he wanted to kick so bad, and rub his backside, but he forced himself to lay still.
Smack.
"El…eleven!", he gasped.
And then Gryffindor lifted his hand again, and it came crashing down on his burning backside and he howled, "tw…twelve, please! Please, no more! I'll be good, I'll be so so good!"
"Oh, I know you will be", Gryffindor responded, sounding amused, and smacked him again.
"Thir…thirteen!", he was crying now, and he had to move, but the fear of the belt prevented him from doing so.
Smack.
"Fourteen! Please, please, it hurts, Daddy, it hurts! No more, please, no more!"
"Shshsh…almost there, Thomas. You are doing very good", Gryffindor replied, he knew Tom had not deliberately called him Daddy, which did not make it less adorable.
He lifted his hand again, Tom's backside was a dark red now, but he would not stop until his boy got what he deserved.
"Fif…teen…please! I'll be so good! I won't misbehave ever again!"
Gryffindor chuckled softly, "careful with promises like that, Thomas."
Smack.
"Six…teen!", he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, "please please please!"
Smack.
"Aaaaah! Se…ven…teeeeeen!"
"Three more, Thomas- and then you are all forgiven."
"No more!"
Gryffindor smiled, "yes, Thomas, three more- or do you want the belt?"
Tom shook his head, "no! Please no!"
He lifted his hand again, and his backside was on fire now, and he wanted to scream, "eight…een, that was eighteen!"
"It was- you are almost done, Tommy."
Smack.
He sobbed, "nine…teen! No…more…it hurts, hurts so much, Daddy!"
Gryffindor smiled, he could not help it, but Tom calling him Daddy did something to him, and before he knew it, he lifted his boy up and placed him on his lap, "hmm…I guess we can skip the last one…you are all done, Thomas. All forgiven", and his smile got wider when Tom immediately snuggled into him, "want…to be…your good boy…again!"
"You are my good boy", he promised, and he planted a soft kiss on top of his head, "and now I want you to take a nap- I will send the boys up later, so you can play before dinner", he stood up, Tom still in his arms, and waved his hand, and all the furniture appeared out of nowhere again, so he carried Tom over to his bed and gently put him down, "close your eyes and get some sleep, Tommy."
Tom obeyed and closed his eyes, but tentatively reached for his hand, "stay, Daddy?"
Everything hurt, and he was so exhausted and drained from the day, and he just wanted to sleep and sleep, and forget about everything for a while.
Gryffindor smiled, "I will stay until you are asleep", he stroked his hair and Tom sighed in content, eyes still closed, "we are having a guest tonight for dinner- and you will be on your best behavior for me, right, Tommy?"
"Hmm", Tom mumbled, already half asleep, and not knowing what he was saying, "I'll behave for Dumbledore, Daddy…don't sell me to him…wanna be your good…boy…", he fell asleep, and started to snore softly, while Gryffindor was watching him, frowning.
He did not remember telling Tom that their dinner guest was Dumbledore- and what was that nonsense about selling him?
"There is something you are not telling me, Tommy", he said quietly to the sleeping boy, "what are you so afraid of?"
He decided to go and find Tiny, maybe the elf had told Tom that Dumbledore was coming for dinner- it did not seem important, but his gut feeling told him that he needed to investigate this matter.
He found Tiny in the kitchen, finishing the dessert.
The elf trembled when he saw him and almost dropped the dessert, "Tiny is so sorry, is Master Thomas in trouble now? Tiny thinks that Master Thomas does love Master Gryffindor and…", he was babbling now, and Gryffindor held up his hand and the elf stopped.
"Tiny, calm down. I told you that you are forgiven. Thomas is sleeping, we had a talk and were able to solve everything- it was just a misunderstanding", he had to smile at the obvious relief on Tiny's face, "I wanted to ask you something- did you tell Thomas that Dumbledore is our dinner guest?"
Tiny nodded, "yes, Master Gryffindor- and when Tiny told Master Thomas, Master Thomas acted all…", he struggled for words, "Master Thomas seemed afraid", he told him, not wanting to get in trouble again for not telling the truth, "and then right after Tiny told Master Thomas Dumbledore was coming, Master Thomas wanted to run away."
Interesting.
"Thank you, Tiny- was there anything else he said?"
Tiny hesitated, "Tiny asked Master Thomas if Master Thomas is running away because of Dumbledore, but Master Thomas said no- but Tiny thinks that Master Thomas was lying."
This got more and more mysterious- what kind of hold did Dumbledore have over the boy?
"Thank you, Tiny- I think you helped me a lot", Gryffindor smiled at the elf, and then he left the kitchen and went to find Salazar, who was in the library.
"Everything alright?", the Slytherin asked, putting down his book, "you look…distressed."
"I am", Godric admitted, "there is something Thomas is not telling me- and it has to do with Dumbledore. I think he is afraid of Dumbledore, and I cannot figure out why."
"Well, that would make two of our sons being afraid of him then", Salazar responded, sounding upset, "after all, Dumbledore blackmailed Sirius into spying for him and forced him to tell him things about the army- and when Sirius started spying for us and consequently stopped spying for Dumbledore, he was terrified that Dumbledore would get back at him for that."
Godric sighed, "I know- and I am still convinced that he hired that Goyle brat to torture Sirius- but we have no evidence for that."
"Not yet", Salazar grinned, "that is one reason why we are having this dinner- to get him to confess that in front of us."
"He also has to admit that he hired Snape to kill Harry for him", Godric reminded him, running a hand through his hair, "the list of things we are trying to get him to confess is getting longer and longer."
"Do you really think it is a good idea for the boys to be there? I know that you thought that seeing Sirius might help Dumbledore to slip and admit something- but now two of them are scared of him, and I honestly doubt that it will do the boys any good at this point."
Godric stayed silent for a while, and then he nodded, "you are right- especially since we don't know what he did to Thomas. I will have the boys eat their dinner in the living room- and then they will go straight to bed."
"That is probably best", Salazar agreed, "what is Tom doing now?"
"Sleeping- hopefully. I am going to send the boys up to him soon, so they can play until dinner", Godric responded, and then he suddenly smiled, "you know, he called me Daddy during the spanking."
Salazar smiled back, "that is amazing- do you think it was deliberately?"
"No- he was in a lot of pain and completely exhausted, but one day, I hope he will mean it", Gryffindor replied, "now, anyways, I need to go make sure everything is prepared for tonight. I will see you later", he bent over and gave Salazar a quick kiss, "I will see you later."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"This is sooo good!", Harry moaned and patted his stomach, "you really can cook, Se…uhm Dad."
It still felt strange to call the Potion Master Dad, and he knew it would take some time to get used to.
Snape smiled, "I am glad you liked it, Harry."
They kept eating in a comfortable silence, and then Snape raised his voice again, "I have spoken to the founders, and they actually have a plan to make Dumbledore confess that he is trying to kill you, among other despicable things that he has done."
"But how long…"
"They invited him to dinner for tomorrow night- and hopefully, after that, he will get arrested."
Harry swallowed, "and…that means, that…are we still…", he struggled finding the words, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"Nothing will change, Harry", Snape promised him quietly, "I want to move forward with this, with us- it is going to be difficult once we get back to Hogwarts, but you are definitely worth the difficulties", he smiled at him, amused.
"Me too…Dad", Harry whispered back, a slow smile spreading across his face, "and I really hope Dumbledore gets what he deserves tomorrow."
"Wake up, lazy butt!", a pillow hit him right in the face and Tom groaned, "Sirius, how often have I told you…"
"Not often enough!", his brother giggled, and grabbed another pillow, "now get up so we can play! We missed you yesterday! Dad said you were being rude and he grounded you, what did you do?"
"I don't want to talk about it", Tom mumbled, and slowly got up. His backside was burning, and he groaned again.
The boys were watching him closely, and their eyes got wide, "did Dad…spank you?", Aurelius finally asked quietly, he sounded concerned.
Please, it hurts, Daddy, it hurts!
"Can we talk about something else? Please?"
The boys exchanged a look, "sure", they said simultaneously, "what do you want to play?"
"Something where I don't have to move, preferably", Tom replied, "I could read you a book if you want."
"Okay!", Sirius jumped up and down on his bed, making his headache worse, "but I want to pick the book!"
Tom grabbed the younger boy and held him close, "Aurelius will pick the book- and if you don't stop being so loud, I'll make you- understand?", his voice was low, but dangerous, and Sirius flushed, "sorry, Tom", he whispered, "I'll be quiet- it's just, I am kind of nervous about tonight", he snuggled closer, and Tom did not really know what to do, so he just awkwardly hugged him back, "why are you nervous?", he finally asked.
"Dumbledore is coming for dinner", Sirius replied, still not letting go, "and…I am scared that…", he bit his lip.
Tom froze.
He didn't…he didn't do the same to Sirius, ohmygod, that sick creep, he touched my brother, I am going to kill him!
"You don't need to be scared anymore, Sirius", he eventually answered, his voice hoarse, "I am going to take care of it, little brother."
Sirius smiled, and looked at him in awe, "you…you are?"
"Of course- I am going to teach that bastard a lesson he won't forget", his voice hardened, "just wait until dinnertime! I will…"
Aurelius had gone to the bookshelf to pick a book, so he had not heard their conversation, "I think I found a book!", he declared now, interrupting Tom, "it's almost time for dinner, but if you read really fast, maybe…"
"Come here", Tom opened his arms and the young boy beamed and hurried to get closer, "this is nice, Tom!", he said shyly, "I like…snuggling with you."
"Me too", Sirius mumbled, "you are a great big brother, Tom!", both boys were snuggled close to him now, and Tom felt a strange sensation in his stomach- it felt like butterflies, and excitement, and it was warm, and he suddenly realized that he loved them.
He loved the boys, his brothers, and he would protect them, even if that meant he had to attack Dumbledore, or worse, kill the old sicko. He kept those thoughts to himself though.
Minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Tally.
"The young Masters are having dinner in the living room tonight", the elf announced snidely, "follow Tally."
"Why? Why can't we eat with…", Sirius started to protest and Tally looked at him like he was a bug, "orders from Master Gryffindor. Maybe the young Masters are not…disciplined enough to join the dinner guest", he snickered, most house elves worshipped Dumbledore, since the elves at Hogwarts got treated significantly better than most of the elves in the country.
Tom felt his anger rising again, "bullshit!", he hissed at Tally, not caring that he cursed, "I will certainly not hide in the living room like some scared kid- Sirius, give me your wand."
The boy stared at him, but obeyed without a word, "what…what are you going to do, Tom?"
Tom gritted his teeth, "as I said, I will teach that bastard a lesson- follow me, we are going to the dining room."
Tally's old, rather ugly face flushed in anger, "Tally will have to tell Master Gryffindor that Master Thomas is being disobedient again, Tally will…"
"I don't give a damn, elf!", Tom hissed, his eyes flushing red, "you are not in charge here", he pushed the elf to the side, and went to the dining room, not surprised that both his brothers followed him immediately.
"Tom, please be careful, I…"
"Don't worry about me, Sirius- I will make sure that sick creep is never going to touch you again."
Sirius froze, "what? But Dumbledore did not…", he was not able to finish his sentence, Tom had already opened the door to the dining room with a loud bang, and everyone at the table turned around.
Tom did not waste any time, he raised Sirius' wand at Dumbledore, "surprised to see me again, bastard?", he sneered, "you fucking sicko, I am going to…"
Gryffindor got up from the table, "come here, Thomas", his voice was pure ice, and normally, Tom would have obeyed instantly at that tone of voice, but he was too far gone to care now, "I am going to fucking kill you, Dumbledore!"
And he saw that Dumbledore got up now as well, a mean, hateful glance in his eyes, "what a nice way to treat a guest", he mocked, "your boy is lacking some obedience, Gryffindor- let me have him for a week, and that won't be a problem anymore, I can assure you."
"You fucking disgusting piece of shit!", he came closer, the wand still in his hand, but he did not want to use it, he wanted to punch him, to make him bleed, and now there was some noise in his ear, some weird buzz, and he did not hear anything anymore, not Sirius' frantic yells, not Aurelius' scared sobs, not Dumbledore's scornful laugh, and not Gryffindor's voice, and he sounded livid, and then he suddenly felt the pain in his hand, and the screams got louder, and there was blood on his hand, and it wasn't his-
I killed him, I killed him, I have killed him.
But then Dumbledore started to talk, he talked while spitting out blood, a manic, obsessed look in his eyes, and he could suddenly hear again, but he really did not want to.
"Big boy, why are so angry? You enjoyed it, didn't you? You liked being touched by me!", Dumbledore cackled, he actually found this funny, and Tom wanted to hit him again, to destroy him this time, but someone was faster-
Salazar had gotten up, and he did not have to do much, he just waved his hand, and Dumbledore was screaming, and then the screams turned into agonized shrieks, and suddenly, it was quiet.
Deadly quiet.
The boys were hunched in a corner, crying, and Dumbledore was on the floor, not moving, and there were house elves, squeaking and sobbing, and Gryffindor- Gryffindor looked at him, and Tom wanted to disappear, because this was worse than anything else, this look, the pure fury in Gryffindor's eyes when he grabbed him, and he dragged him out of the room without a word, and Tom knew that he had messed it up-
And this time, he knew his punishment would be worse than a simple spanking.
yeah...it is not over quite yet for Tom...
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