"Hatchling? Why are you upset?" Athena asks when I growl in frustration.

"Tom! He killed Ginny! He knew I didn't want to do anything, and that I planned to get revenge slowly, but he tortured and killed her!"

"Oh, so we're mad at Tommy? I promise not to leave him any more gifts."

"I'm sure he'll miss the dead animals you leave in front of his door every night. Unfortunately, he won't be alive long enough to notice."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going to kill him myself!"

"Really? I thought you wanted him alive though. We should give him the silent treatment. He doesn't like it when you do that when you are pretend angry. And no kisses either."

"Yes, I suppose you're right. But I'm going to make it harder on him than that. I will have my father pass on a message to him saying he had better be at her funeral, and he had better be on his best behavior."

"Good idea. What's a funeral?"

--

"Mum says the funeral is going to be in three weeks so the whole family can be there." Ron says.

He came back to school at the end of the week, and we are now eating breakfast before Hogsmead. Apparently, after I left, Dumbledore made a big speech about Ginny, similar to the one he gave for Cedric. He told them it was most likely Voldemort trying to make us afraid, but that Hogwarts is the safest place in the magical world. If he really thinks that Tom can't get in here, he's mistaken. He already was here.

As usual, we take a carriage to town, but this time, instead of waiting and looking for Ryan, I walk straight ahead with my head held high. Noticing my posture, Athena mimics it from around my shoulders, and hisses at anyone who gets too close.

"Harry!" I hear shouted from behind me.

I continue walking. I am almost to the door of Honeydukes when an arm is on my shoulder. Without looking, I pull free, and go inside. My friends are clearly following me, creating a barrier between Ryan and I.

"Harry! What's going on?" He asks from the other side.

"Luna, would you mind handing me a few sugar quills?" I ask her.

"Come on Harry, talk to me. Please?"

"Do you hear something Athena?"

"All I hear is this stupid beetle flying around. Can I eat it?" She asks, following the bug with her head.

"Great, this is going to make the front page tomorrow. Don't eat that bug. That would be murder, and she hasn't done anything bad enough to deserve that."

"Harry, come on. What did I do?"

I pay for my purchases, wait for the others to do the same, then leave the store. The rest of the trip is spent in a similar way, and Tom only gets more persistent. As we are about to get on the carriage, he finally gets ahold of my shoulders in a tight grip. I flinch, trying to pull away unsuccessfully.

My breathing picks up. My knees buckle, and I am suddenly having to be held up by the hands on my shoulders, as I struggle to get away. A pair of arms wraps around me from behind, and I now have to fight against them as well. My vision is swimming, and I can't see anything. I can't breathe. There's muffled sounds all around me, but I'm more focused on curling into a protective ball so I'm safer.

I feel myself pressed against something hard, and fingers begin running through my hair. I unwillingly relax at the touch, and lean into it. As I let go of my tense position, my body begins shaking, and I feel tears running down my face. Eventually, I look up to see Tom watching me worriedly.

I push away from him, and back into Neville's legs. Nev puts his hands up in a sign of peace, walks in front of me, and offers me a hand up. When I am standing, I move into his arms, refusing to look at Tom.

"Hadrian I- I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Please, just tell me what I can do to make things better." Tom pleads.

"You know you can't take back what you did. I can't just forgive you Tom. You knowingly went against my wishes. There isn't any one thing you can do to fix this. Perhaps I'm a fool for having thought something like this wouldn't happen sooner or later. Considering who you are, I should have expected it, and maybe I did. I just didn't think you would do this when I clearly didn't want you to. I don't want to see you until Ginny's funeral. Goodbye Ryan."

Neville helps me into the carriage since I am still a little unstable, and I feel privacy wards being lowered, meaning only our group witnessed the full scene. Athena is hissing insults at him. The ride back to the castle is silent, everyone sensing that nothing should be mentioned until we are somewhere private.

When we get inside, Nev casts a disillusionment charm, which I enhance wandlessly, and we walk down to the dungeons, and into my father's office. He immediately puts up stronger wards once he notices us. I walk over to him, and hug him tightly.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Hardrian was giving Tom the silent treatment for some reason. Tom followed us all day trying to get his attention, but when we were leaving, he grabbed Hadrian's shoulders tightly, and he had a panic attack. Tom was able to calm him down, but then they had some sort of argument." Neville explains.

"Hmm. I see."

"Um, what exactly is going on? I thought you two hated each other." Seamus asks.

"Yeah, and why were you calling Ryan Tom?" Dean adds.

We have been discussing bringing Dean and Seamus into the fold for a while now, and since they witnessed the fight, it's pointless to keep leaving them out. We had no need to talk about it to know that we all four agree to this plan.

"Ryan's name isn't really Ryan Wiley. It's Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he's the Dark Lord Voldemort. I shouldn't have let myself forget that. Now Ginny is dead. He killed her despite me telling him to leave things be."

"That was You-know-who?!" Seamus squeaks.

"That's what the fight was about?" Hermione asks. "Why did he kill her?"

"I don't really want to talk about it. All I will tell you is that he didn't think expulsion, and having her magic bound, was punishment enough. He doesn't have the right to decide how she should be punished!"

I growl, and my magic begins to get out of control. Things around the room begin to rattle, so my father pulls me closer. I take a few deep breaths, and reign it in. When I look around, I notice a few broken vials.

"Sorry Dad."

"It's fine." He repairs them with a wave of his wand. "Why don't we get you calmed down, while the others explain things. Poppy needs some pain relief, skelegrow, dreamless sleep, stomach soother, and bruise balm. The Slytherin and Gryffindor match is coming up."

I nod, and follow him to his personal potions lab.

--

"Oh Harry, thank you for being here. I hope you know we didn't approve of what she did to you, but she was still our daughter." Mrs. Weasley says when she sees me at the reception after the funeral.

"It's alright, I understand." Tom's grip on my hand tightens, but when I dig my nails into his hand, he backs down. "No matter what she did, she didn't deserve this."

"Thank you sweetheart. Now, who might this be?"

"Of course, this is my boyfriend, Ryan Wiley. Ryan, this is Molly and Arthur Weasley. They're the closest thing I have to parents. Ryan met Ginny when he was visiting me in Hogsmead. He wanted to come pay his respects.

"I explained to him that what she did wasn't like her. I actually started to suspect she may have been influenced by someone to do what she did if you know what I mean. I had planned to speak with Dumbledore about it, but that was the day the papers came out."

"That actually makes sense. Thank you Harry. That makes things a lot easier on us." She says with a tearful smile.

I hug her, then Arthur, then place my hand back in Ryan's. He shakes their hand with his free one, and we fix a plate of food. I sit in between Bill and Charlie, leaving Ryan between the twins. All four of them make sure to make him uncomfortable, despite the fact that we are at their sisters funeral.

Tom made an anonymous deposit into the family vaults of five hundred galleons to help pay for the funeral he caused. He didn't really have a choice, but the family was able to have a better funeral for her because of it. He still doesn't understand why I'm mad, and I will continue to be mad until he does.

When we leave, we go back to the Haven. Classes have been canceled for this week so we can mourn Ginny, and be with loved ones if we need to. Tom takes my cloak like the gentleman he is, and I walk past him, and into the library. Naturally, he feels the need to follow me.

"Hadrian, can we please talk?"

"I have nothing more to say." I reply, taking a random book from the section of books that I haven't read yet, and open it.

"Then just listen. I have been thinking, trying to figure out what I can do to fix this, but a couple of days ago, I decided I should try to figure out why you were mad."

"So in other words you talked to my father, and he gave you a hint." I put in absently.

"Anyway, I tried to look at this from your point of view."

I turn the page with a hum of indifference. He takes it from my hands, kneels in front of me, and holds my hands, forcing me to make eye contact. It's harder to ignore him when he looks at me like this. Especially with the pain in my chest that comes with fighting with your mate.

"I'm so sorry Hadrian. I know you don't like violence, and that you believe there are better ways of getting revenge. You are right, she did deserve more than her original punishment, but not to be tortured and killed. That revenge was more for me than you, and I'm sorry for that. I promise I will let you handle your own revenge from now on, or at least we will do things your way when it comes to it. Please, could you forgive me?" I don't answer for a while, making him squirm.

"On one condition."

"Anything."

I smirk evilly.

--

"Harry! Is that really you?! Look how big you've gotten!"

"Hi Mrs. Sanford." I say, giving her a hug.

"And who is this handsome fellow?"

"This is my boyfriend, Ryan Wiley. Ryan, this is Cindy Sanford. Mrs. Sanford, I was telling Ryan about you, and what you do, and since we are going to be in Britain for the rest of the week, we decided to come help out for a couple of days. And, we brought food for both the volunteers, and for the kitchen."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that!"

"It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me."

"Well thank you. It will help keep us open for at least a little while longer."

"You're going to close?" Tom asks.

"Unfortunately, we don't have a choice. The money just isn't there anymore. We run solely on donations, but there's nobody donating things. But enough about that. Let's put you two to work. We can all start by bringing the food into the kitchen."

We help the other volunteers carry food into the old kitchen that has seen much better days. We are actually in an old abandoned church that Mr. and Mrs. Sanford bought when they were younger, and converted into a soup kitchen and help center for the needy. People can donate food and necessities, and it will be distributed to those who need them. Frank died five years ago, but Cindy kept things running. They were the first muggles to be kind to me, but they always believed I was a runaway.

My condition of forgiveness was for him to help the very muggles he believes himself superior to. He understands they are smart and capable of amazing things without magic, but because they don't have magic, they are still inferior. I personally think that it has more to do with the fact that no muggle has ever shown him kindness. I intend to show him that there are some muggles worth saving, even if there aren't many.

Oh! Maybe when he is publicly harming muggles, like what he Death Eaters did at the World Cup in fourth year, he can make sure they are all bad people. It would be better than hurting the innocents at least.

--

"Hadrian, I want to keep that place open." Tom says as soon as we leave the building, and start walking down the street.

"What?"

"You heard me. It's not like it would hurt us financially at all. All we have to do is send them, say, two thousand pounds a month. They could keep up with payments for the place, and still provide food and necessities to people."

"I was more confused by your desire to help them. Not that it's a bad thing. I was planning on helping them no matter what. It's just not like you to want to help muggles." He takes my hands lovingly.

"You were right. Not all muggles can be bad if that place exists. I've heard of places like that before, but I figured they were run by rich people who want to look good. That woman clearly cared a lot about that place, what she did, and everyone she helped. Plus they helped you when you were stuck with the Dursley's, and you clearly love the place too."

"Thank you." I say, and kiss his cheek.

A rare blush covers his face. He nods, and I laugh.

"Anyway, we need to go shopping, and because I haven't lived in the muggle world for decades, you will have to help me."

"We're going shopping in muggle London? Why?"

"Isn't it obvious? We are going to buy them a whole new kitchen."

My eyes brighten, and I start dragging him to the store. We purchase all the best quality appliances and cookware, and new tables and chairs. We organized to have it delivered and set up, and paid extra to have the old stuff moved to wherever they wanted it. It should be arriving tomorrow afternoon, when the 'shop' is open, but there is still time before they start dinner to set it all up.

--

"Calm down, Kitten. They will be here any minute." Ryan soothes.

"I know I'm just- Oh! That's them!" I exclaim, and pull him towards the still moving truck.

It parks, and we let them know to wait outside while we get the others. When we walk in, we find Mrs. Sanford right away. She's talking with some volunteers.

"Mrs. Sanford!"

"Harry, Ryan, I wasn't expecting you two till tonight."

"We have a surprise! It was Ryan's idea really, and before you say anything, we both inherited a lot of money from our families so this won't be a problem."

"What did you do?"

"Come on! Anyone who wants to see should come outside now!"

I take her hand, and lead her to the front door. Ryan gives them the go ahead, and they start unloading the truck. Mrs. Sanford gasps in surprise. They start following a now crying volunteer to the kitchen, and help move things around to get the new stuff in, and the old stuff out.

"I can't believe you did this! It's amazing! Oh thank you boys so much." She cries, and hugs us both.

"And don't worry about it closing down. We are going to be sending at least two thousand pounds each month, more if you need it, to help cover bills and food." Tom explains.

"And we will be paying to have this whole place renovated. The price doesn't matter. We have more than enough. We will send some people over next week and they will work with you on what needs to be done, and anything that you want done, even if it's not a necessary change."

"I don't know how I could ever repay you boys for this. Thank you so much!"

"You don't need to repay us. You helped Harry in his time of need. We are simply returning the favor." Tom says kindly.

Once everything is set up, the movers take all the old things to the dump, as requested by Mrs. Sanford. We celebrate by making a huge, buffet style dinner with lots of options and things for dessert. Since it's buffet style, the volunteers are able to eat with the people they are helping. Music is playing on the new speaker system we got for them, and people have even gotten up, and started dancing to the music.

As things finally start winding down, and people start leaving, we decide to take our leave. Since we won't be coming back this week, we hand Mrs. Sanford the two thousand pounds in person. She pulls us into a tight group hug.

"Thank you boys so much. Harry, I know Frank would be so proud of the man you've become if he were here." She tells me tearfully.

"Thank you. And thank you for helping me when I was younger. I know I never explained my situation back then. I wasn't a runaway, unless you count the fact that we met because I was running away from my cousin who was trying to beat me up.

"I lived with my mother's sister and her family. They were abusive and neglectful, and I was the freak that burdened them with my presence. You two were the first to show me kindness, and I will be forever grateful for that."

"Oh dear! Are you alright? Do you need any help getting away from them?"

"No, I'm alright now. Ryan was able to get me out of there, and I learned that my father was actually my stepfather. My biological father never knew about me, but when I went to him, and told him he was my father, he took me in right away, and loved me like a father should.

My mother and stepfather were apparently very rich, and I am now old enough to have access to the money I inherited. I'm going to a boarding school in Scotland now, and Ryan and my father are helping me decide what I want to do when I graduate."

"That's amazing! I'm so happy for you! Here, this is my phone number. If you ever need anything at all, just give me a call." She hands me a piece of paper, and I tuck it safely in my pocket.

"Take care of yourself. I'm going to miss you." I tell her.

"You too dear." She hugs me then Ryan. "Goodbye boys."

"Goodbye." We say together.

Tom takes my hand, and leads me to an alley where we aparate to the Haven. Once I shower, brush my teeth, and change into my pajamas, I knock on Tom's door. When he tells me to come in, I walk in to see him in his pajama bottoms, but without a shirt.

Warning! Smut scene ahead! This scene does not belong to me! The one who wrote it asked that I don't mention their name at all, so all I will say is thank you to the one who wrote this!

Blushing, I walk towards him, and slowly kiss his lips. He eagerly returns it, and pulls me tighter against his body. My hands that are resting on his chest begin to explore his muscular form. The hand on my back slowly inches downward, grabbing my ass, and squeezing. I moan into his mouth, and wrap my arms around his neck. He picks me up, and carries me to the bed, where I am then laid down gently.

"Is this okay, or do you want me to stop?" He asks breathlessly.

"This is good. Keep going." I moan.

"Alright, but let me know when you want me to stop."

He drags kisses down my jaw, nibbling on a sensitive area, before moving to my neck. His hands move to undo the buttons of my shirt. The longer he goes without my protest, the faster his hands move to unfasten the buttons. Soon, my shirt is on the floor, and his lips are moving down my chest.

He takes my right nipple in his mouth, and the other in between his fingers, earning a gasp and a moan as I arch into the touch. I can feel him smirk against my skin, but pay it no mind when he grinds against me. I wrap my legs around his waist in an attempt to get more friction against my hardening member. He pulls away to look at me with hungry eyes. I blush, and look away in embarrassment.

"Don't do that." He says sternly.

"Do what?"

"Get embarrassed about yourself. You are so goddamn beautiful, I can hardly control myself."

I bite my lip nervously, before replying. "Then don't."

"What?" He asks with surprise.

"Don't control yourself."

"Hadrian, I don't know if that's such a good idea with what happened recently."

"Please Tom? I- I want this. I want to be yours completely."

"Alright, but tell me if you change your mind. I won't do anything you aren't ready for." I nod in acceptance.

His hand moves to my waistband, and slowly pulls it down. Once he pulls my pants free, he tosses them to the ground. I return the favor, and now there is nothing between us but the air itself. He grabs my member, slowly pumping it. I whine at the torturous speed. My lips are parted by his, but I soon realize he is distracting me, when a cool, slick finger enters me. I tense underneath him, and he stops what he is doing.

"Should I stop?"

"No, just give me a moment." I respond.

Once I've adjusted, I nod, and he begins to move his finger in and out of my ass. It feels weird, but not horrible. He starts curling his finger, and twisting it to widen my hole. He finds my lips again, and kisses me as he inserts his second finger. I wince in slight pain, and he waits for me to adjust.

Despite the pain and awkwardness, I find myself enjoying this. After the third finger is entered, I start to moan in pleasure at his thrusts. Soon, he pulls his fingers completely out. With a whimper, I look up into his gorgeous red eyes.

"This is your last chance to back out. I can still stop later on if you want, but it will technically be too late."

"Please Tom. I need you."

He kisses me, then puts his lips just below my ear, and licks and nibbles at it. My hands are tangled in his hair, one of his is playing with my nipple, while the other one is at my hip. Slowly, he pushes into me. I hiss at the burning sensation of my ass stretching, tears springing to my eyes, but I stay still. I try to focus on what his mouth is currently doing to my collarbone, but it's difficult.

Once he is far enough in, he stays still, clearly waiting for me to give the go ahead, while also distracting me. Finally, I force myself to relax, and move my hips slightly to tell him he can continue. He slowly moves in and out, and I become more comfortable the longer this goes on. Soon, I am meeting his thrusts as best I can.

"Oh, gods! Tom I- Uh- h-harder." I beg. "I'm so close."

He picks up speed, and hits a spot that makes me see stars. I try to say something, but when the spot is hit again, I cry out, cum spilling over our bare chests. After a few more thrusts, I feel him release inside of me. He doesn't move for a moment, just panting above me. Then he pulls out, and falls to the bed next to me, casting a wandless cleaning charm over us so we aren't laying in our own sticky mess.

End smut scene

He pulls me to his chest, and covers us with the blankets.

"I love you Hadrian."

"I love you too Tom."