A.N.-Sorry this took me so long to update. Not like anyone was reading anyways……Well, I know that the summary is weird, but you should be able to grasp the plot (let me flatter myself by saying there is one) of the story sometime soon. If not, don't worry, you're not missing much.
WARNING: This is seriously inappropriate material. Read at your own risk. SLASH.
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Ch.2 How the monster loved
"Fuck this." Tom cursed throwing down yet another failed potion. The nineteen year old man lowered himself down to the cold stone floor, careless of the potion that stuck to his robes and dragon hide boots. The fifth failure this week, the fifth. Just when he was making so much progress it all led to the same dead end.
With a sigh Tom pulled an old tattered piece of parchment from his left boot. In fading writing the parchment gave a promise that had driven Tom on for long years after his mother's death. Tom could still remember when his master had first given it to him from his mother's old books. Written in Parseltongue, Tom could only assume that it was written by an heir of Slytherin, if not Salazar himself.
Prince, Prince
Leader, Heir
Find Thy Own
In Thy Enemies Lair
Child, Child
Destroyer, Caretaker
Find Salvation
In Thy Maker
Torn Apart
Stand, Fight
Together As One
To Signal The End
Of The Faithful Dawn
And From It's Flaming Depths
May Twilight Be Drawn
The message was unclear to him. All he knew was that it most certainly was about an heir of Slytherin, and the Gryffindor heirs. Which was why Tom had found himself trying his best to make the famous, or rather infamous, Seer's Eye potion, highly notorious for it's ability to throw it's user into madness from the sheer power of the Sight it bestowed upon them. If he could only tell Daedalus ………
No. He could do this. He was not some child that needed to be babied or looked out for. He was the heir of the Slytherin bloodline. All he needed was to look over the potion recipe again. Surely the problem would present itself soon enough. With new determination Tom plucked an ancient leather book from the desk. Surely he could find something in the old book maybe….
Tom picked himself from the floor. Daedalus had once mentioned that if you were ever doing a powerful Divination potion that involved the heart of a pixie you had to be sure it was a mixed with something from a wizard or muggle. The book also said 'Something given by choice that shows what you wish'……Hmm. Something that was both would have to do, but-
Tom smirked. Maybe there was something after all…….
Marvis Potter blinked his eyes wearily as he woke. He had fallen asleep at the old cottage in the leather chair by the fire after along night at the Ministry. Then he had met up with Sasha and they had a couple of drinks. The dim light of the fire showed a half full bottle of firewhisky on the table in front of him that proved his memory correct. Usually after drinking that much he slept for at least ten hours. What could have woken him? His answer was given the minute he woke up enough to realize that he had to go. And he had to go NOW.
Jumping up as fast as he could he went to the bathroom near the guestroom. His agitation at waking up soon disappeared when a soothing relief assaulted him as he let loose. Sighing satisfaction he was about to zip up and go have another go at that bottle of firewhisky when he felt arms wrap around his waist. A spell was whispered and for a moment he went blind. Then with another spell his feet were bound to the floor and his hands bound together in front of him. Just as he was starting to panic the hands of those arms carefully rapped around his little friend. Marvis half moaned as they started jerking him off. Just as he was getting into the rhythm the hands were moving by a mouth slowly bit up to the base of his jaw.
"Yes. Harder….umm……Yes, YES! AHHhh." Marvis panted as he came. He tried to turn around to find who had just done that to him. He couldn't remember if Sasha had come back with him or if he had picked someone up later in the night. As he turned a spell cleaned up the mess and the spells on him were removed. What he saw when he turned around made him wish he still had the blinding spell on him.
Standing there smirking was the damned Riddle brat. In his hand was a vial that contained what was undoubtedly his semen. And in his other hand was a wand pointing straight at his head. Marvis' first reaction was to reach for the wand hostler that usually rested on his left hip. But he soon realized in horror his pants were around his ankles. He wondered if he could just jump out the door and ro-
"You could try that. But are you really that stupid?" Riddle said practically laughing at him. Since when had the monster learned how to read minds?
"Seventh year." Riddle replied casually, twirling the vial in his left hand.
"So you're just going to jerk me off and then kill me in a bath room half naked?" Marvis asked still thinking of some way to escape.
"Basically, yeah. But I'll spend enough effort to make sure you land in your own piss too if that makes you feel any better."
"Why you little shith-"
"Crucio" Marvis fell to the floor screaming. Tom muttered a simple body bind curse that kept every part of Marvis' body still but his head, which continued to jerk and hit the tile as he screamed. Tom grabbed the auror by his hair and dragged him back to the toilet. Then without a word he removed the crucio and rammed the man's head into the inside of the toilet. Tom smirked as he heard the man drowning in his own piss as he gasped for air. Tom levitated Marvis' head out of the toilet. Marvis took a deep breath and then promptly began to throw up all over himself.
"You fucking bastard. Too scared to duel me like a real man, you little shit?" Marvis gasped.
"Dueling you isn't worth my time. You're just a foolish coward who can't even protect his own house."
"Wha-?"
"Really Potter, I thought you'd have the common sense and consideration not to have one of your secret entrances guarded by an old woman and her grandchildren. Putting them at risk like certainly was thoughtless of you. But I guess I'll give you your present anyways. Surprise!" Tom said, smiling mockingly, holding up a small teddy bear.
"You killed them? You…BASTARD! YOU KILLED THEM! BASTARD!" Marvis sobbed. Tom just smirked at the broken man in front of him.
"Why are you crying Marvis? You've killed children before."
"Those weren't children! They were monsters just like you! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU KILLED MY FAMILY! BASTARD!"
"Ohh. Poor Potter. Did you love them?"
"Like you'd understand! Bastard! Yes I loved them. Heartless bastard!"
"Avada Kedavra" Tom watched as the green light hit the sobbing man square in the chest stopping his furious ranting. Then Tom left Marvis' dirty, lifeless body on floor only stopping long enough to drop the little teddy bear next to it. Tom strolled through the living room and into the small kitchen. He used the revealing charm to show him the magic trap door in the fireplace. He carelessly pulled it open and threw himself into the dark emptiness behind the door. Moments later he found himself in a small pantry. He opened the door and walked into the much larger and more modern kitchen. Then the side door to the living room opened. Tom spun around.
"How did it go? Did my brother like his surprise? Did he?" said a small boy in blue pajamas with wild black hair and blue eyes.
"He loved it. Thanks for helping me." Tom answered with a smirk. He gave the smiling boy a galleon with a small pat on the head. Then Tom went to the back door that was charmed so only a person of Potter lineage could open it. This the child did without being asked. Tom, silent as a ghost, went through.
"Did he say anything else Tom?" the boy asked shyly. Tom turned and looked the boy straight in the eye. He let a small smile grace his face.
"He said he loved you."
Tom watched silently as the potion cooled. It had the semen of Potter and a little of his own blood. Basically it was perfect for his purpose. And in only a matter of minutes he'd have his answers about this strange ally and his future enemies. He didn't know whether he should ask for Daedalus just in case something went wrong, but in the end decided against it. He called for a small house elf to assist him as he poured the potion in a large wooden bowl. Together they headed toward a small stone door.
"Wait for me out here. Make sure no one disturbs me." Tom ordered. The elf nodded and bowed as Tom walked into the unlit room. Tom quickly lit a few torches that hung on the old stone walls. Then he placed the bowl in the center of the room. Taking a deep breath he took a vial of salt from his robe pocket used it to enclose himself and the bowl in a circle. Then he sat himself cross legged in front of the bowl. He then carefully dipped his fingers into the bowl, taking a small amount of the potion which he placed on both of his eyelids. After he dipped his fingers back in and placed his fingers in his mouth. Then he placed both hands on the surface of the liquid. Keeping his eyes open he began the chant to anchor himself. A few minutes later he was satisfied and closed his eyes. His world fell into an inky darkness.
Tom found himself in front of a large apartment building in Muggle London. The place was swarming with people nearly shoulder to shoulder with the person next to them. But Tom slipped right through-literarily-the crowd and walked toward the building. He was about to enter when he felt a slight tug. It was a tug at his very being like his soul was telling him to go somewhere.
Shocked, but unafraid Tom went to where his being was telling him to go. As he went the feeling grew more insistent and joyous. It was a strange combination of feelings he hadn't had since his mother promised to take him to the park. This made no sense. What could possibly make a grown wizard feel so? It was ridiculous and just plai-
"Dear Merlin." Tom whispered. In front of him sat an angel. An angel with messy raven locks, golden skin, and startling green eyes that shined like stars. Tom could only tell the boy's gender from his clothing. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt, both of which were far too big for his small frame. Dirt covered the boy, and he appeared to be in need of a meal since his ribs were jutting out. But all in all he was so innocent, so beautiful.
And a Potter.
Tom didn't bother to try to fool himself otherwise. It was undeniable. Yet this didn't discourage him. He would have this boy, no matter the price. It was unquestionable. The boy's fate was sealed. He was Slytherin property. For life.
As if sensing Tom's piercing gaze two green eyes rose to meet his own.
"Hello, Tom." The boy said. Tom jumped and looked around him, but the boy was still watching him.
"You can see me? And you know me?" The boy nodded.
"You come to me in my dreams. Don't you remember?" The boy asked. Tom was about to say no, but one look at the boy showed him he was on the verge of tears just at the thought. So he did what he was good at. He lied.
"Of course. I was just surprised."
"I was too! I've never seen you in the real world. Only in dreams. Am I dreaming now?" The boy asked. Tom shook his head." Then you've finally come to get me? I'm leaving?"
The boy was so eager. So happy it broke his heart to shake his head again. Once he did the boy's eyes began to water up. Tom approached him to comfort him, but he turned away. Tom looked at a book resting nearby. It had 'Harry Potter' written in marker on it.
"You lied, Tom."
"No, I didn't Harry." Tom walked over to were the boy was sitting, taking him into his arms. Tom sat still, rocking the boy. He was shocked. The only way it was even possible for him to be holding the boy was if he were on the plane of existence Harry was on or if their souls were connected. Tom almost jumped when Harry wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on Tom shoulder. Tom wasn't a fan of physical contact, but he had to admit this was nice. It was perfect.
"When will you take me away?"
"As soon as I can I swear."
"Okay."
For awhile neither of them moved. They just sat, entangled in each other. Both for once content with the world. Tom wished it could last forever. It only lasted for another ten seconds.
"BOY!"
Harry jumped. Pushing himself out of Tom's arms and falling at the same time.
"I'm sorry Tom. I have to go."
"Where?"
"Home…" Harry replied quietly. But the pain and fear held in that one would told him more than he ever wanted to now. Tom grabbed Harry's hand.
"I swear I'll come Harry."
Harry smiled one last time. Then he grabbed his stuff and ran. Tom turned away. Watching him go made the emptiness return. The emptiness he never knew he had 'til then. He wanted to chase Harry down. Wanted tell him not to go back. Tom sat and stared at the darkening sky. Then he smiled.
"One day…Harry…….One day."
