Chapter 66
The Final Ritual
September passed by peacefully. Harry found himself very busy with school work, but he found it all worth it whenever he was with Adrian. Professor Balk was quickly becoming another favorite in the school, being like Professor Lupin: intelligent, relatable, as well as a little scary. Harry wasn't shocked that he knew his stuff, but the way Adrian taught, both in their private lessons and in class, was surprising. He was strict but peppered everything with small stories, talking casually about the darkest and most dangerous topics he could bring up. The Gryffindors loved him, unofficially "adopting" Professor Balk as one of them, claiming that he was a Gryffindor when he came to Hogwarts, even when he denied it.
October came with rising anticipation in the fifth year Slytherins. They were going to do their final ritual on Samhain and become fully-fledged Dark Wizards. Harry couldn't wait. Tom already promised to be there, and they would celebrate in a way that only Tom would tease about. "Come on," Harry begged one night in the middle of October, "please Tom!"
"Patience, my Prince," Tom chuckled. "You will learn soon enough and you will enjoy every moment of it. For now, put your mask on."
"We're going somewhere?" Harry asked, perking up on the bed. Tom chuckled again and ruffled Harry's head.
"Yes, now come. If we finish fast enough, I'll fuck you before you have to go back to Hogwarts," Tom said. That got Harry moving.
Harry got into his Dark Prince robes and made sure his mask was on correctly. He turned to see Tom waiting for him in his Voldemort disguise. The two embraced and Harry sighed contently as darkness took them, wondering where they were going, but fully excited to finally be doing something.
They appeared in a dark tight corridor with a hanging lamp for light. The walls and floor were made of old stone and everything had a cold feeling towards it. Harry breathed out and saw his breath. "Where are we?"
"Azkaban," Tom said. "I think it is time for the rest of the Death Eaters to meet their Prince and make an important decision." He led Harry down the corridor, leading to a tight spiraling staircase. Every now and again they reached a platform that led off to more corridors, but Voldemort kept on climbing with his prince following until they reached the top landing, where everything felt the coldest. Harry stepped closer to Voldemort as they entered the corridor, the stone walls littered with prisons smashed together. The occupants looked mostly catatonic, their eyes glassy as they stared up at the Dark Lord. Harry felt his stomach roll, thinking of the dementors who caused this. They stopped in front of one cell, where a man sat. He would look handsome, Harry felt, if his hair wasn't long and unkempt and he didn't look starved. "Lestrange," Voldemort said. "Rabastan Lestrange."
"Lestrange," Harry muttered. He looked up at Voldemort, "As in Bellatrix?"
The man looked up at them by their voices. His glassy eyes stared at Voldemort for a long moment before recognition hit him. "My Lord!" he said, his voice weak and scratchy.
"She is married to his brother, all three are here," Voldemort said. He stepped towards the cell and Rabastan Lestrange immediately fell to his knees to kiss the hem of his robes.
"Master! Merciful Master," Rabastan muttered. "You have come to free us!"
Voldemort pulled his robes away from Rabastan, chuckling coldly. "Possibly," he said. "It is not up to me, but to your Dark Prince." He moved his hand slightly and Harry stepped forward. The man in the cell stared at Harry. "Prince?" he whispered.
"While my loyal servants were away, it has been my consort, your Prince, who has taken care of his Lord," Voldemort said as an explanation.
"My Prince," Rabastan said, "Please—I have always been faithful to our Lord." Harry stepped towards him and frowned, the man looked so weak, almost pitifully so.
"What have you done to serve my Master?" he asked.
"Many things! I've killed and tortured muggles—carried out missions without question," the man forced himself to answer.
"Missions such as torturing fellow witches and wizards?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"To insanity?" Harry questioned. "Think carefully, Rabastan, was it? What exactly are you in Azkaban for."
The man's glassy eyes focused barely, staring at Harry as if to try to discern who he was behind the mask. "Longbottom?" he asked.
Harry smirked and shook his head, "No, I'm not Neville," he chuckled. "But tell me what you did to his parents."
The man's eyes stared at Harry's emerald orbs. "I—I tortured them," Rabastan forced out. "But it was my brother and Bellatrix who did most of it." He looked shameful and Harry turned his head slightly to the side.
"Most of it? Did you not have the stomach for it?" he asked.
"I—of course, my Prince!"
"Then why did you not join in? And what of the baby?" Harry asked.
"My Prince, please…"
"Answer the question, Rabastan. Answer it, and I'll release you, I promise," Harry breathed.
The man looked hopeful. He knelt a little taller and grabbed the bars of his cell. "We wanted to find our master—he has disappeared because… because of that Potter boy," Rabastan spat out. He coughed, not used to using his voice. Harry glanced at Voldemort and held a hand out.
"It would be quicker if he was properly parched," Harry said. Voldemort nodded and a second later a goblet appeared in Harry's hand. Harry filled it with water from his wand and pressed it to Rabastan's lips.
"You are too merciful—thank you," Rabastan said. He drank greedily, clutching at the goblet and smashing his face against the bars to get every last drop.
"Continue."
"We wanted revenge—we heard the Longbottoms were hiding. So we went to attack them. We wanted anything, any information on where our Lord was and thought that they knew," Rabastan said. "They're traitors, we knew they knew where you were my Lord but they did not tell us."
"Traitors? To who?" Harry asked.
"Wizardkind!" Rabastan answered, "You must understand, my Prince. Those who are unworthy of magic—muggle lovers and mudbloods."
Harry sighed and shook his head, "I've heard enough." He stood up, pulling the goblet away from Rabastan. Rabastan followed, pulling himself to his feet. "You'll let me go now right? You—you promised! I've been faithful to our Lord, always so faithful."
"Love, are they the last of the Lestranges?" Harry asked casually, glancing at Voldemort.
"I believe so," Voldemort muttered.
"Shame," Harry sighed, shaking his head. He took out his wand and aimed it at Rabastan, "I'll set you free now, Rabastan," he promised, and the corridor filled with a green light as Harry cast the killing curse. He gasped, his cheeks flushing as he felt a rush of power flood through him. As soon as the spell ended and the body fell, motivated by the feelings inside him Harry turned and pressed himself against Voldemort, kissing him roughly as he moaned.
Voldemort chuckled and petted him like a puppy, "So excitable. Come along my love, we have two more to kill." Harry nodded quickly, wanting to feel the rush again. They walked through the corridor, ignoring the cells until Voldemort stopped and pointed out the Lestranges. Harry killed them, celebrating each death with a needy possessive kiss, his body flushed. They freed the others and dismissed them, the two returning to their bedroom barely in time for Voldemort to ravish and own Harry's body completely.
The next morning left Harry feeling very sated and full, his body still flushed with a need he never felt before. He wanted Tom deeper inside him, he wanted his nipples to start lactating, he wanted to give Tom everything and take everything! Everything sounded better than going back to Hogwarts.
He still wanted more. He felt a little jittery ever since that night. The power and rush from the killing curse fueled him. He wanted to tell everyone about it, even Adrian, but Tom made him promise not to before he left. So he didn't, like the good boy he was. Instead, he suffered in silence, masturbating to lewder and darker fantasizes at night. Whatever Tom was planning for Samhain had better trump all of his thoughts and expectations.
The rest of October passed with that growing expectation. When Harry woke up on Samhain, he felt relieved. He still felt that need, but it was manageable with the knowledge that in just a few short hours, he would be a full dark wizard. It was a brisk sunny day, and it looked as though it would be a starry night. Harry couldn't wait.
Excitement filled the Slytherin Dungeons as the various years talked about the rituals they were going to do. Harry and his friends were in their usual place, Harry entertaining Salazar with a toy mouse that squeaked and moved like a live mouse. "Harry, I've been meaning to ask what kind of snake is Salazar?" Daphnis asked curiously.
"Half Runespoor if his mother is to be believed," Harry answered.
"I am a proud Runespoor! Just you wait fool until my head splits into three!" Salazar hissed. Harry chuckled and looked at Daphnis, "I'm sorry, I mean he's a 'proud' Runespoor, whose head just forgot to split." He laughed when Salazar hissed angrily at him, but the snake was soothed by a few strokes.
Harry could barely pay attention in his classes. His mind kept going to his ritual and what he and Tom will do. He couldn't wait! Adrian's was the only one he was able to focus on, and even then it was hard as Professor Balk brought a vampire friend named Edward for his third years. The girls seemed to never stop looking at him. Harry and Adrian had no lesson that day, Adrian wanted Harry to focus on his ritual.
Dinner was a chore to get through. Harry ate barely enough even though the mood in the Great Hall was merry. He left as soon as he was full, not caring if people were staring at him oddly. He returned to the dungeons and into the dormitory. His heart beating fast, Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a pure black cloak that covered his face. He was grinning widely, waiting with the hood off in the common room. Salazar curled around him, the two hissing at each other as they waited for the others to get ready.
It was almost a little over half an hour later when the rest of the fifth years arrived, and the sixth and seventh years clapped for them as they got ready. Harry's heart was booming in his heart. He was so close. His life has been building up to this and now he will finally be who he was meant to be.
They were the first to enter the ritual grounds. Harry looked around frantically, his eyes falling on familiar red robes. The Voice of the Dark walked towards the shacks, greeting each of them personally. "My students, I'm so happy for you all," he said. "Theo, Harry, Daphnis, if we can have a word before your rituals?"
The three nodded and moved out of the line. Draco, Blaise, and Pansy moved on to create their own ritual circles for the final ritual. The Voice sighed happily and looked at the three of them. "I'm sorry, I'll let you go in a moment," he said. "I just wanted to take the time and have a look at you all. Daphnis, I'm so proud of your growth. Your journey was long and emotional, as well as far from over, but I am so proud of the young man you are becoming."
Daphnis sniffled, "Thank you," he said. Theo hugged him tightly, whispering something in his ear before kissing it.
"Theo, I have a gift," The Voice said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple black bracelet. "A gift from Dark Magic. I know that it will accept you as my successor when it is time. Continue your studies and wear this with pride." Theo gasped, his eyes brimming with tears as he accepted the gift.
"Thank you," he whispered, "I'll make you proud, I promise."
"Why does it sound like you won't be here for long?" Harry asked.
The Voice chuckled, "I'm sorry, I have other duties to attend to—I did not know that Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs love handing in assignments at the last minute— but know that I will always be watching you, boys." He placed both hands on Harry's shoulders and sighed, "Lastly Harry," he said. "What can we say about you?" he chuckled. "Watching you grow has been a treat, and I cannot wait to see what you can do with your full power."
The Voice embraced Harry, hugging him tightly before stepping away. "And now I'm off! A mountain of essays awaits. A fitting punishment, I believe, for a procrastinator. Have fun boys." He took another step and darkness swirled around him, swallowing him where he stood. The three stood for a moment before Theo smiled, lifting up his bracelet, "Let's become Dark Wizards, men," he said. Daphnis nodded and took his hand while Harry walked away.
He started preparing his ritual circle, using his fire to light the ground for his wand when he felt a presence. "I was wondering where you were," he said.
"Just finishing my own circle, love. It needed to be big enough for the both of us, my little snake," Tom chuckled. Harry felt arms around his waist and Tom against his back. "Are you ready?"
"I am," Harry nodded.
Tom kissed his cheek. "You'll do brilliantly," he whispered. Harry smiled, blushing with pride, and he stepped into his ritual circle. Instantly he felt a rush of energy. He took a breath and took out his wand. "I stand in the circle never-ending and eternal. I stand with magic never-ending and eternal." He paused and felt heat radiate around him. A small pillar of black smoke appeared in front of Harry, and he gave it a soft smile. "Hello," he said. He took a breath and raised his wand. "Dear child… sweet child. Your power grows. So full of darkness. It is intoxicating," a deep voice echoed inside his head. "You've acted in my name… stepped in my embrace, and even killed serving me. What more do you have to grow?"
"So much," Harry answered, surprised that he was speaking in Parseltongue. "I want to spread your community. Feel you change my body. Make… make it so I can hold Tom's child."
"Is that what you want?" the deep voice asked, laughing maliciously. "So much power only to be a common househusband?"
"No! I have so much planned," Harry said, "I just don't know how to phrase it." The pillar of smoke enveloped him, and Harry gasped. He felt an almost sexual pleasure as the smoke seemed to condense, touching his head and stomach gently. The pressure increased. Harry felt as though the magic was digging deep into his brain, looking at his thoughts, feelings, and memories before pulling away, leaving him flushed.
"Seek out my Apostate in the land of Nihon. You will know his name once you set out on your journey. Explore to your heart's consent and know that I walk with you. Until then, I'll leave you a gift, a small change to show my blessing," the deep voice said. Without warning, the smoke attacked Harry's body, slamming into his chest. A great heat filled him and Harry moaned. His nipples felt weird, he could feel something develop inside him. His moans turned into a scream and his nipples lengthen slightly, he felt them become a little plumper and then his shirt stained. The voice laughed, leaving Harry feeling hot and bothered as his vision returned, and Tom was standing in front of him.
"Tom," Harry moaned. "Daddy…"
Tom chuckled and pulled Harry out of the circle, kissing him deeply. "Congratulations, my Dark Wizard." Tom's voice sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He moaned and he felt the liquid at his chest again. He blushed and looked down, opening his robes. "What's this?" Tom asked curiously.
"A gift from Dark Magic," Harry breathed. "I think… I think I can make milk now."
Tom kissed him again, his hand grabbing at Harry's shirt to rip it off. "Then I have to have a taste," Tom growled Harry moaned but shook his head. "No—not yet," he gasped as Tom nipped at his neck. "Parents. Need to talk to them.'
Tom gave a small, irritated growl but nodded. He sucked at the patch of Harry's neck he was nipping at before moving away so Harry could perform the ritual. Death did not arrive this time, instead, it was just Harry's parents who smiled softly at him. "Hi Mum, Dad," Harry said, "I'm sorry it's been so long, I hope that you were able to watch me from above."
Harry's parents gave a small nod and Harry's smile grew. "That's good! I remember Sirius telling me that he didn't like the idea of us talking like this," Harry said. "I hope I can change his opinion one day. Maybe one year I can bring Sirius and Remus along to talk with you guys, have them… have you guys say goodbye. If that's what you want."
Harry's parents looked at each other for a moment. "We don't know," James answered.
"It might hurt them even more, Harry," Lily answered.
Harry frowned, "Right, I didn't think of that. Sorry," he muttered. "And I'm sorry for missing the last three years. I visit your graves whenever I can but this is different." His parents nodded understandingly. "Has it been boring waiting that long?"
"Personally I didn't realize," James shrugged. "It's been like one long family party followed by long naps."
"Oh," Harry blinked, "That's good, I think. … So um, I guess the two big changes from then and now, is that I officially have a boyfriend!"
"You do?" Lily asked, smiling gently.
Harry nodded.
"Who?" James demanded.
"His name is Tom," Harry smiled, he looked over his shoulder to where Tom was waiting. "Do you want to meet him?"
"Now," James ordered. Harry nodded and turned to Tom.
"Tom? My parents want to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. Tom was at his side in a few steps.
James stared at him for a long time before frowning, "Why do you look so old? How old are you?"
"Nineteen," Tom answered carefully. "My father and I have been helping Harry since he was seven. We've lived together since then, and drifted together."
"Still five years," Lily muttered, frowning. She looked at James and sighed, "It's not like we can do anything to stop it if we wanted to."
"I can haunt him."
"You will do no such thing!"
Harry laughed and grinned at his parents, not even recognizing that he was crying. "Harry, what's the matter?" Lily asked.
"I—I'm just thankful," Harry whispered, "that we're talking." Lily gave her son a soft smile and nodded as well. The Potters spent the next half hour talking about almost anything they could think of. When it was time to go, Harry wished he could reach out to hug them but the best he could do was promise to visit their graves. Tom too promised to visit and take good care of Harry. Lily and James Potter disappeared, and Harry hugged Tom tightly.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome little snake," Tom whispered back, "and now that your parents are away, Daddy wants to play with his boy," he growled in Harry's ear and pulled Harry into the woods where a large complex ritual circle waited for them. "Strip," Tom ordered.
Harry laughed softly as he pulled his clothes off, moaning at the cold air brushing against his nipples, his chest already stained white. Tom stripped as well and immediately latched onto Harry's chest, sucking and biting roughly. They fell into the ritual circle, Harry moaning. His chest felt hot, the sensation reminding him of cum churning in his balls and cock ready to explode. "Daddy, oh Daddy," he moaned.
His chest squirted. Thick milk pooled at his free nipple, wetting his chest and Tom's fingers. Tom sucked and Harry moaned, more milk coming from his nipples. It was as intense as an orgasm, and Harry quickly grew addicted to the feeling. "You are delicious my love," Tom purred.
"What, what is this?" Harry swallowed. Tom licked and flicked at his nipples, causing Harry to moan again.
"A sex ritual," Tom purred, his free hand snaking down to tease Harry's hard cock. "It will bring us together. Connecting our souls for all eternity, spreading across time and lives. No matter where you go Harry, I will find you, for you will forever be mine."
"Yours," Harry whispered. Tom's. Forever. Their souls forever connected. He moaned, needing it. He spread his legs for Tom and stared at him, "Please Daddy. Bind us together. I want to be yours."
"My little snake," Tom chuckled. "You've always been mine." The forest was filled with their screams of pleasure, their voices joining the chorus of erotic moans as the older years all did their own sex rituals, either alone or together. Blaise finally took Draco, Theo and Daphnis pledged themselves to each other, George swore his undying love for Cedric, and Fred submitted to his new Mistress. The forest was filled with erotic pleasure, communal gaiety, and young excitement.
And standing at the Gryffindor shack, Ron Weasley watched in horror.