A/N: Hello ladies and gentlemen, back again and this chapter has another Dumbledore article which I hope you are all going to love! It's the introduction of Zabini as well as some more Harry and Tom, its some more development of their 'relationship'. They are still completely oblivious, but we can see it, I think I know when the reality is going to hit, I have my fingers crossed that its going to go well!

This chapter is early in aid of a friend who has to work this weekend and I hope this will relieve some of that boredom!

Warning; Slash, and mentions of violence and blood.

Disclaimer; I'm not J.K. but the plot is mine

Parsel

Chapter 19;

"Harry, will you pick a pair of shoes already, I only left three options." Luna said in exasperation, Harry huffed.

"You know this is completely your fault, you were the one that got me in to fashion and design!"

"Well no one else was going to make sure you looked as good as possible."

"Then don't complain," Harry returned coming down in a pair of black Converse, he didn't like the hightop version of them so Luna had introduced him to the lower ones which he didn't mind at all. "There,"

"Finally," She sighed, "Have you got the map?"

"Of course. Ravenclaw on patrol tonight, and the ones on the seventh floor are at the left side."

"Let's go," Harry grabbed Luna and used the shadows to get to the seventh floor, he kept them hidden as the two prefects walked past and around the corner. Harry stepped forward and walked in front of the wall three times thinking clearly of the room he wanted, when the door appeared Luna came forward and the pair of them vanished in to the room. Harry kept the map open and he watched as Badger slipped out of the Gryffindor common room in and changed in to his animagus form to scurry down the corridor.

"Twins are here," Luna pointed out and Harry's eyes snapped to the two wild cats running through the dungeons to collide with a certain blond who tried, and failed, to scowl at them. Zabini was snickering at his friend's predicament and it only increased when the cats changed in to the grinning twins, they couldn't hear what was being said but both twins got a punch and Zabini a slap around the head. The door opened and Neville slipped in,

"Swift and Paws are on their way, they've had one of their usual Ron and Hermione arguments so have been glaring at each other all night until Paws 'stormed' to bed." Badger told them throwing himself down on a seat, the room was a replica of Harry's rooms which few extra chairs and a few more personal touches.

"I don't miss those." Harry said with a grin, "They need to hurry up," he sent them a prod of impatience and received a mental acceptance. He saw Swift leave first and vanish under a disillusion, he was soon followed by Paws who, Harry was surprised to note, had gotten her secondary mode of transport back and appeared on the seventh floor and stepped in to the room.

"You too?"

"Yes, I don't know what it was, but it was like I had a feeling in my magic and when I willed it to happen, it just did." Paws explained shaking her head,

"I know, I had the same urge and it couldn't have come at a better time."

"I wish mine would hurry up." Swift grumbled waling in, "I can feel it, but its like its tucked away,"

"It'll come, just don't force it," Harry said and Swift nodded,

"I won't,"

"Heads up, their approaching the room." Luna called, Harry took the chair in the middle and the other two were claimed by Swift and Paws, Raven and Badger took the sofa on the right leaving the sofa on the left for Draco and the twins and the final chair for Zabini. The door opened and the twins entered skipping followed by Draco who was rolling his eyes at their antics, a fond smile on his face, and Zabini who seemed wholly amused by it all. As soon as the door shut Harry sealed the room, there would be no one getting in or out of the room without his express permission. He closed the map as they sat down, he saw Tom in a staff meeting and sent a dose of sympathy to the man who, Harry didn't know how, knew exactly where their charms were and sent a brief glare at it before focusing his attentions back to whatever Dumbledore was saying, Harry smirked and he also seen another version of Tom in his rooms as the Dark Lord just as he apperated out; there must be a DE meeting.

"Good evening, Blaise Zabini, and welcome." Harry began setting the map down, his eyes were taking in every detail of the Zabini heir and he did like what he saw. He noted that Zabini, while he was focussing mainly on Harry, his eyes often strayed over to Swift and Harry could see the shock and desire in the startling blue eyes.

"I am glad to be here." Zabini answered and Harry smirked.

"I have it on good authority that you could and would be a brilliant asset for me – us – and that you were interested in joining us." Harry said, "What say you?"

"I think that I could be a helpful number to your group." Zabini said carefully, "I… hear things, I can get information that should be impossible and I have a set of talents that can be… deadly." Harry's smirk stretched at that, oh he had no doubt that the famous, or rather infamous, Black Widow had passed on her knowledge to her son. He would have to be careful though, if Blaise was interested in Swift then they would have to have eyes on him because if anything happened to Swift then Zabini would be dead before he could even deny his actions; Harry would make sure to warn him.

"I see," He said instead of voicing his inner thoughts, "And do you know what we are doing?"

"I have my suspicions."

"Go on,"

"I believe you are working on destroying Dumbledore," Blaise said, "After what I witnessed at the ball, I cannot help but notice your day to day life is nothing but an act. Most wouldn't, there are many that believe the ball was you spying for the light, but most are not as sensitive to magic as I and you can't fake darkness." Harry decided that he liked Blaise, the teens honestly was a great way to get in to Harry's good books, if there was one thing he could not stand it was lies despite him being a master at it. It was probably one of his most hypocritical traits, but he lied to keep him and his alive, others lies to benefit themselves and Harry reassured himself that he only lies when necessary. He shared a look with Luna who nodded discretely and then at Badger who blinked once in agreement, he then turned to his mental connection,

What do you think?

He's honest, something that is a rarity, Paws said, And he could come in handy, especially when we want to pick off some of the more annoying Order Members and ministry officials.

I was thinking the same, Harry agreed, Swift?

I think he could help us, it would be another set of eyes in the snake pit and another source of knowledge and that is something we can never have another.

So he's in?

He's in! Harry smiled slightly and nodded to Zabini,

"Consider yourself a part of the group Blaise," Harry said, "And your new name is Venom,"

"Venom?" Blaise repeated confused.

"Your animagus is a rattle snake, is it not?" Harry asked and grinned when Blaise looked shocked.

"How did you know?"

"Raven," Harry said simply, motioning to Luna. Blaise blinked a few times and turned to Draco questioningly, but Draco just shook his head.

"You will get used to it," The blond reassured, "Just know that whatever Raven says is the truth, it will happen and just accept that she knows."

"Right then,"

"Wonderful," Harry clapped his hands together, "Now for proper introductions. We have Ron is Swift and Hermione is Paws, Luna is Raven, Nev is Badger, the twins are Manic for Fred and Panic for George, Bleach is Draco and I'm Snake. I solemnly swear that we are pleased to welcome you to the group."

"I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting." Blaise said and the smirks he received were anything but reassuring.

"Oh you have no idea." The twins said gleefully,

"There are a few things you need to know," Paws said, she was hiding her glee better than the twins but it was there in her eyes.

"Ok,"

"The first is about our current Defence Professor," Swift continued,

"Is he dark or something?" Blaise asked and the others couldn't help their laughs.

"He's not just dark." Harry said, "He's the Dark Lord." Blaise blinked once, then he blinked again, he opened his mouth to try and speak but words seemed to fail. Neville looked at him in sympathy,

"I know, I felt the same way,"

"You mean to tell me that the Dark Lord is currently teaching me Defence against the Dark Arts?" Blaise said incredulously,

"Yes, very successfully actually," Luna confirmed, and when no one told him it was a joke he released a shaky breath.

"Oh Merlin and Morgana," He muttered, "How?"

"I honestly have no idea, but it was Dumbledore that gave Tom his interview." Harry shrugged,

"Tom?"

"The Dark Lord," Harry clarified,

"The Dark Lord's name is Tom?"

"Yes, but for the love of Merlin don't let him hear you say that, there is no doubt in my mind that he will kill you." Harry warned and Blaise nodded hurriedly,

"Noted,"

"Now, on to other things," Paws said dragging the meeting back, "I am sure you have been following the papers,"

"You are behind the Dumbledore articles!" Blaise exclaimed, "I knew it!"

"Yes, as well as Hadrian Greengrass' sudden position and the death of Umbridge."

"So it wasn't a suicide?"

"Oh no," There was nothing nice about Harry's smile, "It was definitely not suicide."

"What did you do?" Blaise questioned intrigued, to make a high ranking ministry official's death look like a suicide was impressive.

"Yeah, Snake, you didn't tell us what you did to the amphibian." The twins said, "Do inform us."

"Death by quill, wasn't it?" Draco said amused and Harry grinned a shark like grin,

"It was beautiful," He said, "Remember that thing I was working on, back last year, just after Sirius and before we were obliviated again?"

"Yes, you were playing again." Swift remembered, "It was a weapon?"

"I dismantled and edited a blood quill." He told them and watched as their eyes lit up.

"And what interesting features did you put on to such a thing?" Paws asked,

"Would you care to see? I do warn you, Tom and I had so much fun." They all shared a look before turning to Harry with smirks.

"Get a pencieve,"

Harry closed his eyes and a stunning stone basin appeared in front of him, he focussed on the memory and drew it out. With a casual flick of his wand he projected the memory to play for all of them, Harry sat back and relished in it, he didn't think he could ever get tired of seeing this particular woman die.

"Snake, that was beautiful," Paws stated, she had a gleam in her eyes that made Harry smirk, it was mirrored in the others eyes and it was what called them to the dark.

"You are kind of a genius," Draco agreed, "That quill is positively nasty and you were particularly vicious."

"Stop before I start blushing," Harry said mock bashfully and then laughed when he received snorts.

"Shall we have an update?" Swift suggested and Harry nodded.

"Floor's yours, Paws."

"Ok, well I was reading some of the old scrolls you got for me Snake, I know where you got those too, so don't even go there with you 'happened' across them." Harry grinned unashamed, "And it was nearly faded and it was almost covered in what I am assuming is blood." She pulled out the scroll and unrolled it to show them.

"Is that English?" Swift asked squinting to see the tiny words.

"No, and I had to consult Moony to help me translate it. Its ancient Greek and it's a very old curse created by a man who was jealous of his brother when he won the affections of a girl they both sought after. He wanted his brother to lose the girl by his own hand and so he created a spell of illusions, but it isn't one like I have ever seen. It's a permanent illusion and it works on inversions, friends become enemies, love becomes hate and so on, it changes everything and the person doesn't notice because it has to be triggered. It can be keyed in to anything, a person, a name, even something as simple as word." Hermione explained to them and Harry's eyes narrowed,

"So family would become an outsider and an enemy?"

"Yes,"

"And the trigger can be switched?"

"Yes, its like a switch." She said and Harry cursed,

"What about the counter."

"That's the problem," She groaned frustrated, "I was continued reading and, while the spell incantation was there and the instructions on how to cast it, the counter wasn't. It seems that the wizard forgot the trigger word and accidently said it while alone with his brother and he was killed."

"So Bellatrix Lestrange has been cursed to believe the opposite whenever something is done around her to activate the trigger, Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman who is one of the most feared Death Eaters in existence, the woman who practically apprenticed under the Dark Lord and one of the most powerful women in our world currently, and we have absolutely no idea what this trigger is." Badger summarised and, by their expressions, Harry knew they were all thinking the same thing.

"Well fuck,"

"But things don't make sense, didn't you chase her after she killed Sirius and she was mocking you." Swift pointed out,

"And that was what I was going to come to next," Paws said, "Dumbledore's twisted the spell, the incantation is the same, but there is loopholes in the casting that allow for changes. I think Dumbledore keyed the intent of the illusion in to certain people, maybe even a certain person, we can't be sure."

"So minus knowing what the curse does, it's a complete unknown?" Harry said and Paws nodded,

"I've looked in to everything I could find on that time and it just repeats when I've already read."

"This is something," Harry reassured her, "We know what we're working with. Do you know if it's a mind spell?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be one that you can throw off like the Imperius." She sighed, "It embeds the illusion deep in to the subconscious, even through Legilimency you would see what the victim saw and it can't be countered with Veritaserum."

"Ok, can you copy your translations of everything so I can study it?"

"Already done," She passed him over a copy and he nodded in thanks,

"I start to work on that soon, I'm sure Tom will be filled with joy when he finds out." Harry said and Bleach scoffed.

"Please, it is common knowledge that Aunt Bella is his one of his most trusted and most favoured Death Eater, he is going to be livid."

"I swear I'm always the bringer of bad news." Harry grumbled,

"I wonder why?" Raven said dryly and Harry smirked,

"It has its perks,"

"Sure it does,"

"What else have we got going on?"

"Well, somehow we now have a competent person in the ministers office." Badger said and Harry nodded,

"I am waiting for a reply from Hadrian, I have no doubt it will arrive by the weekend. I was so glad he took my suggestion."

"I'm still shocked at that." Bleach said and Harry shrugged,

"He didn't have to,"

"No, but if you hadn't mentioned it, no doubt we would have had another pathetic cretin in the position." He countered and Harry smirked,

"What can I say, it's a talent."

"Is there anything else coming out about Dumbledore?" Blaise asked and Harry grinned rather viciously,

"Front page tomorrow."

"Wonderful,"

"You should look forward to it."

"You know, I find it awful that all the information collected has been shared apart from the things you've found out about Dumbledore." Paws said and Harry grinned unashamed,

"Its much more fun this way,"

"I've brought the names of the first three," Swift remembered handing over the sheet,

"The first two should be easy to extract," Harry said copying the sheet and giving it to the twins who grinned,

"Ah the ministry, our favourite place to be,"

"How are you not getting caught?" Badger asked and the twins shared smirks.

"Ask us no questions and we shall tell you no lies." They responded and he shook his head,

"Never mind,"

"We can set something up, it'll take about a week, but we can let you know any changes." Manic told Harry, who looked pleased,

"Brilliant, work your magic gentlemen." He agreed, "The last one is a bit more difficult, but I know exactly how to deal with him."

"I continue with the rest," Swift said,

"We've got the mail ward sorted, we're in observation so it should be ok to come off next week." George said, "That way all of your mail will be going to you will Dumbledore remains oblivious."

"That means I can finally accept you in to the House of Prewett." Ron said happily and the twins grinned.

"Gred and Forge Prewett," They said together, "We like it,"

"Prewett?" Zabini repeated,

"Oh yes, I forgot about that," Harry said, "Ron is no longer Ron Weasley, but Ron Prewett, Lord to the Ancient and Noble House of Prewett, Hermione Granger is now Hermione McKinnon, Lady to the Ancient and Noble House of McKinnon and I am Harry Potter-Black, Lord to the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Black, Peverell and Lord to the Presidential House of Gryffindor."

"Holy mother of Circe," Blaise yelped, "Where did the last two come from?"

"There has always been a long standing rumour that the Potters came from the Gryffindor line, turns out it was not a rumour, and as for Peverell, that was just a lucky bonus."

"So you have those four, Malfoy, Longbottom, Lovegood, McKinnon and Prewett on side?"

"Along with Slytherin, and Gaunt if its still active, and I'm pretty sure Greengrass would back me if it came to it." Harry added,

"When are you entering the arena, this is going to be thrilling." Blaise asked eagerly,

"Hopefully the first session after Yule," Swift said,

"This is so much better than the connections my father built up." Blaise said,

"Allied with Selwyn and Bulstrode isn't he?"

"Yes, its ridiculous." Blaise shook his head, "It is a shame my Italian family stayed in Italy, the Marcellus name is much more influential."

"Yes, but you come in to your majority soon, is your father not stepping down?"

"No, Zabini cause states that unless the current Lord is deemed unworthy or dead, they keep the lordship until I am 21." Blaise sighed,

"That sucks." Harry said,

"It wouldn't be so bad if my father had an ounce of common sense, he doesn't see that siding with the likes of Selwyn is dragging us down."

"Why don't you just get rid of him?" Harry asked puzzled and Paws hit him.

"You can't say that," She chided and Harry looked confused,

"Why not?"

"That's his father!" Harry continued to give her the same blank look and she sighed, "Killing is not always the answer, lets just leave it at that."

"Lets get back on track, shall we?" Badger said amused, "Mail ward next week and wolf hunting to match, how is the wolf project going?"

"Renovations are currently in progress, it should be done in two weeks which means I can go and speak to Ellen and we can send word out soon." Harry said pleased, "I need to tell Moony,"

"Don't forget the chocolate." Raven told him and Harry nodded,

"Definitely not,"

"Moony?"

"Remus Lupin, my honorary uncle,"

"Ah right, and the chocolate?"

"He has a slight addiction to it." Harry answered and Blaise nodded,

"I'll remember that."

"He's currently residing in the Gryffindor rooms. Draco can take you up there, you'll have access to them whenever you want, but do be careful when going, it really wouldn't be good if you were followed."

"You found Gryffindor's secret rooms?"

"Yes, and the Slytherin ones."

"I can't wait to see them,"

"Well, Snake is the only one who can take you down there, actually, he's the only one who would take you down there, but your more than welcome to ask the Dark Lord." Swift said and Blaise backtracked,

"Whenever Snake is ready,"

"I don't see why you're all so afraid of Tom," Harry shook his head, "Sure the man has a slight temper, maybe a few anger issues and can be a tad homicidal, but really, he's quite pleasant. He's got a brilliant sense of humour and is wicked smart."

"You know, Snake, you probably should have started with the last line first, everything else did, in no way, reassure any of us." Paws told him seriously,

"Really?"

"Not even a little bit." Badger agreed,

"Well I tried," Harry sighed, "It's his fault really, I think it's the overwhelming arrogance that puts people off."

"Did he just…" Blaise trailed off looking at Harry as if he had lost his mind.

"What, insult the Dark Lord?" The twins clarified, "Yeah, he does that a lot."

"Is he insane?"

"You think that's bad? Try have him insult the Dark Lord to the man's face." Swift snickered,

"He also baits him, mocks him, aggravates him, chides him and orders him." Luna added and Blaise looked a little ill, well so did the rest of them as they didn't realise just what Harry got up to with the Dark Lord.

"How are you still breathing?"

"It's my charm." Harry deadpanned before grinning,

"Is it safe to be around him?" Blaise asked genuinely serious and they others burst out laughing.

"Its Harry, of course not,"

"He has this wonderful friend, her name is fate, yeah, and she has a real thing for him." Fred joked,

"We think he had an affair with her in a past life and this is the penalty," George continued, and they all laughed while Harry pouted,

"I hate you all."

"We know,"

"Final thing," Harry said forcing their attentions back, "I had my first lesson with the old fool and he believes showing me memories is going to help me defeat the great and powerful Dark Lord,"

"Really?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, "He's after the key to Tom's immortality,"

"Oh dear,"

"That could be a problem,"

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to speak to him tomorrow, this is obviously a big thing and no doubt it will be another thing that adds to his joy."

"Maybe you should sweeten him up first, Snake?" Bleach suggested and Harry smirked,

"I have every intention to,"

"I feel as if I'm missing something." Blaise said slowly and Swift grinned,

"You forgot again, Snake,"

"Oh yeah," He turned to Zabini, "I'm currently sleeping with the Dark Lord." The Italian started choking on his own spit.

"I'm sorry,"

"Yeah, I had the same reaction to that as well." Badger told him,

"Anything else that I need to know?"

"No, nothing," Harry said tilting his head in thought, "Oh actually, this is not a threat, just a promise by the way. But if you betray us or in any way go against me, you'll end up like Parkinson."

"That was you!"

"Yes, and I took every pleasure in doing so." Harry stated,

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Wonderful."

"I think that's it," Luna said,

"Yes, I believe so." Harry agreed, "Anything else, guys?"

"Oh, the Seal is in full activation and the word has been spread," Draco said, "Your covered,"

"Thank Merlin for that." Harry sighed, he got to his feet and tucked Luna under his arm, "I was thinking about adding Badger, Bleach and Venom to our communication if they wish, its something for them to think on and I'm sure the twins will explain when they walk Draco back the dungeons." Harry dodged the pillow aimed for his face by the blushing blond and grinned. "I'm not sorry,"

"How long?" The twins asked,

"Almost the first week back." Harry and Luna answered together,

"Why are we not surprised?"

"Because we're amazing,"

"I'll let you know by the end of the week," Neville said, "Luna'll have explained it properly for me by then."

"Alright Nev,"

"Same for me, Snake," Draco said,

"I'll see you guys later, I hope you enjoy the article." The two Slytherins and the twins left, Harry turned to the other two. "That went well,"

"I think so," Paws agreed, "I'll see you in the morning,"

"Night, Paws,"

"You approve of Zabini?" Swift asked and Harry nodded,

"He'll be great,"

"Yeah, I think so too. See you in the morning," Swift left with a thoughtful expression on his face and so he completely missed Harry and Luna's smirks,

"We could make money out of this." Luna said with a laugh,

"We'd be great," Harry agreed, "Ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm exhausted and I don't want to miss the article." Harry tightened his arm and let the shadows take them.

Despite the fact that he had to go to the great hall and endure all the staring and whispers that still remained, Harry was extremely excited Wednesday morning when he woke up. He happily made himself breakfast after talking Winky in to allowing him to do so, he cheerfully greeted Luna with tea and food, he joyfully showered, dressed and applied his glamour and he merrily skipped out of his portrait hole and down to the great hall. Dumbledore, Harry decided, had been looking too cheerful and so this article could not be at a better time. So far this week, minus the whole staring issue, it had been a very good week and this was only going to add to it, so it was in that frame of mind that Harry took his seat at the end of the Lion table and waited for the mail to arrive.

This article was going to be great, it was one of the best, while the last one had been shocking and terrible, this one was set to be shocking and vicious, he almost cackled. He got a brief sense of questioning from Tom and had to bite back a smirk, he sent back as much anticipation as humanly possible and he saw the Dark Lord smirk slightly. It seemed to take forever, but finally the mail arrived and Harry had to force himself not to snatch at the paper when the bird landed, instead he carefully took it, paid the animal, and led it out in front of himself almost disinterestedly. When he saw the front page however, his disinterested air because difficult to hold, on the front of the paper was a picture of an arrogant looking woman with a look that screamed 'I am superior' on her face, he didn't know where she got her pictures from, but Rita was brilliant.

The Truth About Dumbledore;

The Mother,

Where The Ideas Were Nursed,

With the revelations of Percival Dumbledore previously, I had many questions on my mind, first of which; who was the woman that married a monster? Was she merely a victim of a bad marriage or was she also hiding dark secrets that she passed on to her children? And if she did, what else could Albus Dumbledore possibly be hiding?

We now know that Percival Dumbledore was convicted of muggle attacks and died in Azkaban, but what we have yet to discover is how that effected the family he left behind because of his sick nature. The Dumbledore Matriarch, Kendra Dumbledore, was left to repair the tatters of the Dumbledore reputation and to raise three young children alone. She fled to the village of Godrics Hollow, where we now know Dumbledore would meet his lover, and started again appearing as many thought a happy family. The secrets began then because even though there were 3 children in the home, no one remembers seeing young Arianna and rumours quickly circulated of an illness, but she was never checked in or seen by anyone in St Mungos. Kendra Dumbledore was a muggleborn, although it seemed as if she was ashamed of that fact and tried to remove herself of that label as she 'pretended otherwise'. She was described, by those who knew her, as 'terrifying', 'proud' and 'very domineering'.

While her other children attended Hogwarts, Kendra was at home looking after her sick daughter, however many believed that Arianna Dumbledore was a squib and it was said that she was kept hidden out of shame. One person I interviewed, who wishes to remain anonymous, told me, 'she was the sort of witch who would have been mortified to produce a squib.' That began my search in to what Kendra Dumbledore was really like, and it was shocking what I found. It seemed that her disassociation with being muggleborn went deeper than just 'pretending otherwise' and she was a firm believer in pureblood supremacy. Not only highly hypocritical given her own blood status, but also highly discriminative against her own children and could be behind the disappearance of Arianna Dumbledore. Kendra's true colours only seemed to have immerged when they has settled in to Godrics Hollow and by that time, both elder boys had already started attending Hogwarts and were known to the world. Unfortunately for young Arianna, she was not yet old enough to attend the great school and when her father was imprisoned she was left to face the unjust and prejudiced actions from her mother alone.

What happened in that house is unknown, but it is clear that Kendra became more and more outspoken against those of non-pureblood decent and muggles and even went as far as to claim she was a pureblood, a daughter from the Noble House of Thomas, an American house that was not known in this country and because of her appearance, which resembled a native American she was believed. She continued her lies and her secrecy until Albus' 7th year of Hogwarts, Dumbledore was said to be a gifted student and he had aspirations to travel the world, his plans were crushed when he received a message of his mothers tragic demise. Kendra Dumbledore's death was sudden and unexpected, shaking the little village because of the mysterious nature in which it occurred. As it was, Kendra was at home 'looking after' her daughter when there was an explosion and Kendra ended up dead. Many speculated that it was a backfired spell, but those who remembered Kendra's cold personality and sometimes cruel attitudes believe that Arianna finally had enough of her mother's endless attacks and fought back ending in her death.

What happened to that poor girl under Kendra's care is not known, neither is the true nature of Kendra's death, but what we can obtain from these mysterious happenings is that it wasn't just his father Albus got his wizard-dominating beliefs from. Kendra Dumbledore was the master of secrets and lies and it seems to be a prominent trait she has passed on to her eldest son. With a muggle attacking monster of a father and a prejudice, deceitful, secretive mother, it is no wonder why the young Albus Dumbledore grew to love the equally disturbed Grindlewald and planned for a wizard over muggle rule. What we need to know now is if anything else could be hidden in the Dumbledore closet that could be aiding the said-to-be hero now and if we need to worry about him revealing his true colours like his parents before him eventually did.

Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondence to the Daily Profit.

He had done it again. Complete and utter silence settled within the hall and Harry took a moment to bask in it, oh the sound was beautiful. He looked up at the headmaster and was actually startled by the amount of rage in his usually twinkling blue eyes, he was furious and actually seemed to be shaking in the effort to control himself. Harry bit back a smile. He knew the exact moment when Tom had finished reading because he was hit with so much incredulity, amusement, disbelief and utter glee that it forced him to look down to cover his expression.

When he looked up the whispering had began and people were looking up at the old man in disgust, it was one thing to keep quiet about blood, but a whole other thing to outright lie about it. Harry knew that the purebloods would be outraged that 'filth' dared pretend to be one of them, the halfbloods would find it a joke because Dumbledore was a halfblood and the muggleborns would be horrified and scared that the champion of light was linked to a blood supremacist.

Well done, Snake, well done indeed, He could hear Swift's mental clap and almost grinned,

It does have a certain ring to it, He agreed,

This one packs a hellava punch,

I think you've touched a nerve though? Paws pointed out and Harry could see the old man's fury building as he gripped the paper.

It gets better, Harry assured them,

How?

Just you wait, He cut the connection and slipped out of the hall just in time to see Dumbledore storm out of the side door as the noise in the hall rose to Quidditch level. Rita was getting a raise, he decided as he all but skipped down the corridor. He couldn't wait for his defence lesson later and so he happily made his way to charms, it was all he could do to keep the grin off of his face, but he was pretty sure that was more to do with the fact Tom seemed to be completely elated. His morning lessons passed quickly and he made his way to the great hall only to fight a smile when he say the old fool wasn't present, he was the main point of conversation and everyone seemed to have forgotten the Halloween attack, or at least his part in it anyway which was more than alright for him.

His final lesson of the day was defence which he went to after he had his free in the library, he finished his potions essay to an E standard and tucked it away before heading up to the defence corridor. Ron and Hermione were already outside when he approached and they traded smirks which vanished as the rest of the class arrived, Professor Drield welcomed them in to his room delightedly and Harry almost broke down laughing at that, it seemed this article had really raised Tom's spirits.

They were going to be beginning silent casting now, something that they should have started before Halloween but they were, for those who were not in the DA, painfully behind on their defence practical and so the Professor had to drag them up to scratch. They would be starting on their first year spells and moving up, it was something that required a lot of concentration; unless you were Harry. He just seemed to have a connection with his magic, even Hermione said she had to have some degree of concentration to cast silently cast, oh she was amazing at it, as was Swift, but they couldn't work magic like Harry could. Harry had fun silently jinxing everyone around the classroom, but once again, Hermione didn't find it amusing when he started with her and so he hastily stopped and pretended to concentrate on silently casting.

He had remembered to speak the words when he first duelled in front of everyone weeks back, but he could make it seem as if he was more advanced and put it down to tutoring, that would be easier and he was expected to be ahead in defence. Thankfully, the lesson came to an end and Professor Drield dismissed everyone with a word to practice their silent casting, Harry made sure to be the last one up and when he reached the door it shut on its own accord and he felt the wards flare up. His glamour was removed and he felt a strong set of hands grip his hips as he was pressed up against a firm chest, he bit his lip to stop any sounds coming from him as his neck was kissed and bitten, but he gasped when a particular spot was bitten.

"Such a temptation," Icy breath ghosted over his skin and Harry sucked in air through his teeth, he chose to ignore the fact that he had missed this despite it only being three days, and instead focussed on the feeling that only one person could bring. He allowed the shadows to come to him and move them to a much more comfortable area; Tom's rooms.

He was span around and pressed back against the bedroom door, he looked up to see dark ruby eyes running all over him as his robes and shirt vanished with the shadows. When their lips met it was an assault of fiery passion, one of Tom's hands locked on to the back of Harry's head while the other stayed on his hips as he devoured him, Harry released a low moan in the back of his throat as he relinquished control. He pushed his hips forward making Tom groan at the friction, his hand slid down to Harry's leg and hitched it over his hip bringing them closer and Harry responded by wrapping his other leg around him and grinding himself down. Tom's head dropped back with a pleased moan and Harry took the opportunity to attack the man's neck, he vanished the robes and shirt with a twist of his wrist and bit down on the pale skin.

Harry trailed his way back up Tom's neck and kissed him, he sucked on his tongue and used the distraction to map out every part of Tom's mouth much to his pleasure. The door he was pressed against was practically kicked open and Harry soon found himself on the bed with Tom pinning him down, he gasped when Tom began to kiss and bite down his chest and Harry arched slightly when his nipple was bitten. He was getting lower and Harry cried out when his tongue dipped in to his navel and along his tattoo, it made his body burn with desire and the rest of his clothes vanished as Tom continued his assault.

"Fuck!" He cried when a hot mouth covered his erection. Tom had a gift, Harry decided, one of his hands gripped the sheets below him while the other went to Tom's hair, "Shit, Tom," Harry couldn't help the loud moan that he released when Tom hummed around him, it sent vibrations through his entire body bringing him closer to the edge. It didn't take long before he was shouting Tom's name as he came and the man was up and kissing him again, Harry had barely caught his breath and he could taste himself on Tom. He could feel the man's lust and desire and it was so high that it was nearly painful, he bit the man's lip drawing a low hiss,

Fuck me, He murmured, Do whatever you want to me, Harry felt the magic preparing him and thanked his stars that Tom wasn't going to torture him this time. Harry felt his body arch up when he was thrust in to, he felt the burn and relished in it urging Tom to move so he could ride out the pain. Tom gripped his hips hard as he began to thrust in to him at a furious pace, Sso tight, Ssnake he hissed as Harry released a sharp yell when his spot was hit.

Shit Tom, there, right there, FUCK!Harry dug his nails in to Tom's shoulder with enough strength to draw blood, Tom growled at the feeling and changed angles to go deeper in to his willing lover. Heat was coiling in his stomach as his prostate was abused and he was nearly there, H-harder, fuck, sso close. Harry came hard and his muscles clamped down almost painfully around Tom bringing him over the edge with a shout, he felt Tom pull out and collapse down next to him panting just as much as he was.

"Interesting effects banning contact," Harry muttered after a minute, Tom scoffed,

"You ever do that again and I won't be responsible for my actions."

"It was only three days!"

"This place is a nightmare! And if I torture anymore of my Death Eaters then I won't have any left." Tom pointed out,

"I suppose you do have a point, I can't exactly begin torturing students and I have to watch my step with the old fool." Harry mused, "I guess the ban wasn't my best idea."

"You don't say." He drawled sarcastically.

"You could teach that, you make it an art." Harry commented with a grin, Tom rolled his eyes. Harry pulled himself up and looked over his shoulder at Tom, the man was stupidly gorgeous and he couldn't help licking his lips at the sight of him sprawled out on the bed naked; it was a very nice sight. Tom caught his eyes and smirked, he pulled him down for a heated kiss and Harry groaned,

"I want a shower," He murmured and Tom made a noise of disagreement, "Care to join me?" Harry watched somewhat amused as Tom's eyes glazed over before going dark. Tom registered what Harry said and froze, Harry, completely naked, under hot running water; that was something he was very interested in seeing. Harry got up and sauntered away knowing he would be joined momentarily, as soon as Tom got his mind relatively clear that was anyway, and he wasn't wrong. As soon as the water started running he felt Tom come up behind him and turned to face him, Harry knew his eyes went all but black at the sight. Tom under running water was… he couldn't find the right words but he summed it up by pulling him in for a fierce kiss.

Harry didn't give Tom a chance to take control and Harry admitted to cheating to gain the upper hand by wrapping his hand around Tom's hard cock and squeezing lightly, in retaliation Tom forced him back against the wall and lifted him up causing him to gasp and allowing Tom to gain back his usual control; not that Harry minded at all. He was barely given time to prepare before Tom was in him again, the water making for lubrication to ease the pain, Tom didn't let up with his assault, he fucked Harry relentlessly against the wall being driven mad by the screams and pleas issuing from Harry's mouth.

"Ah Tooom," Harry moaned, "M-more," In answer his prostate was slammed in to making him scream out and arch up. He was coming closer and closer to the edge and with one last thrust Harry came hard collapsing forwards, Tom followed him biting down on Harry's shoulder to ride out his release. When he felt like he could actually stand, Harry dropped his legs and actually had his shower, something that was made monumentally more difficult with an insatiable Dark Lord as a shower guest.

"Honestly," Harry sighed draping himself on the sofa once he was dressed again, "I don't know where you get your stamina from, but you should sell some of it."

"You invited me in to the shower, it's completely your fault." Tom said completely unashamed, Harry rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"My bad," He checked his neck to make sure the locket was back around it and looked over to the Dark Lord. "How's your current mood?"

"Pretty good, why do you ask?"

"Good. You are not going to like what I have to tell you." Harry told him brightly, Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Am I going to need a drink?"

"A very large one, but you are not allowed to throw the glass at me." Harry said,

"Shame,"

"Hey!"

"So, what news do you bring that is going to dampen my mood?" Tom asked.

"Well, its two things, but they tie in together and a separate issue." Harry said, and Tom sighed

"Get the other issue out of the way first." He said,

"We, I say we but I mean Paws, have found out what spell has been cast on Bellatrix." Harry said, "Its an ancient Greek spell that causes Illusions, it creates an alternate universe almost where friends become enemies, love becomes hate and so forth, and it can't be detected by Legilimency or Veritaserum. The illusion is imbedded in to the subconscious and can be activated by a trigger word or action, but it seems that Dumbledore has twisted it to his needs because there was a few loopholes available when casting."

"You are not aware of the trigger, are you?"

"No, and that's only the first problem." Harry said, "There is no known counter, the person who created it was killed before he created the counter curse."

"That complete bastard." Tom snarled, "How dare he curse one of mine in such a way!"

"I have the translated version of the spell if you want it, I was going to start working on a counter as it needs to be created."

"I will endeavour the same." Tom agreed, "I hate that man,"

"It's a mutual feeling, I assure you." Harry said, Tom drank down his drink before pouring himself another.

"Let's get the other things out of the way, it can't get much worse."

"I wouldn't count your dragons before they've hatched." Harry muttered, and then sighed at Tom's raised eyebrow, "Well, I had my first 'lesson' with Dumbledore. It turns out the headmaster has decided that I am need to learn all about Tom Marvolo Riddle and his quest for immortality." Harry decided to get the first bit out all in one – like a plaster. Tom blinked a few times before his eyes flashed in understanding and then narrowed,

"Go on,"

"He's showing me memories of your past, actually, the first one was before you were even born, but he believes that it is going to be beneficial for me to know these things." Harry said and watched as Tom's eyes narrowed further.

"And it was about what exactly?"

"Do you want to see it? It's from a ministry official and it has your Grandfather, your Uncle, your mother and a glimpse of your father in it." Harry spoke the end two softly, watching Tom carefully. The man had gone very still and Harry could feel a whirl of different emotions flying through him, most of which Harry couldn't identify if he tried.

"Yes," It was spoken quietly, but Harry heard and he nodded. He got up and planted himself on Tom's lap so he was straddling him which gained a raised eyebrow, "Not that I do not enjoy this position, but what are you doing?"

"Well, while I can use Legilimency very well, I've never exactly learned the finesse of the skill and I can only retain control through physical contact. So as I don't want to fry your mind, please stay still and for the love of Merlin don't force me out, just make it apparent that you want me to leave." Harry added the last part as a warning.

"You are not entering my mind." Tom stated and Harry rolled his eyes.

"If I wanted to I could, due to this handy connection you made." He pointed out, "Besides, I'm not going in to browse, I'm going in to project a memory, I won't even be there." Tom looked like he was debating with himself for a while before he released a sharp breath through his nose and relented.

"Fine,"

"Good, now stay still and don't be pissed at me, I'm only the messenger." Harry placed his index fingers on Tom's temple and looked in to his eyes, he brought forth the memory and gently pushed it in to the others mind. It was a weird feeling, he made sure to stay on the outskirts of Tom's mind while the memory was playing and he could feel the man's emotions building the further along the memory went. When the memory reached the assault on Merope, Harry was hit with an emotion he couldn't identify for the life of him and, by the confusion that followed, Tom couldn't either.

Tom's anger spiked alarmingly when the memory drew to an end and they caught sight of Tom Riddle Senior, Harry carefully retracted the memory and pulled out of Tom's mind before getting up and stepping away. The man's magic was starting to curl around him and Harry saw that, despite his expressionless face, he was more than a little pissed, conflicted and extremely confused. They stayed in silence until Tom's magic died down and the man spoke,

"He's hunting them," Tom stated and Harry blinked, it seemed the man was going to avoid everything else in the memory, Harry was good with that; it would come up eventually.

"Yes, so it seems." Harry agreed, "Did you get that ring?"

"I did, and need to retrieve it. I believe the locket should be safe." Tom said and Harry shifted,

"Ah, about that, now I do believe your mood is about to drop just that little bit more." Harry hedged,

"Why?"

"See, the locket is definitely safe, just not where it's supposed to be – wherever that was." Harry told him and Tom's eyes narrowed in to slits.

"Where is it?" He demanded, Harry reached up and unclasped the locket from his neck and pulled it out. Tom's eyes widened and he got up to gently take the locket from Harry.

"How?"

"It was lucky really." Harry told him, "When I saw it in a memory I recognised it from the House of Black, Kreacher had kept it because of his 'great master Regulas'. I asked him for it because if Dumbledore saw it he would recognise it and it was safer around my neck than anywhere else."

"Thank you," Tom said quietly,

"No problem." Harry said, "Besides, its soothing," Tom raised an eyebrow at that, he looked at the locket and then back at Harry before smirking. He walked around Harry until he was behind him and re-clasped the locket around his neck, Harry sighed softly as he felt the magic surround him and he shot a questioning look at Tom.

"As you said, its safer around your neck than anywhere else, and I have no doubt that you will do a better job than Lucius." Tom said, but Harry didn't buy it for a second. That may be part of the reason, but there was definitely an ulterior motive to that action and Harry could feel it. Harry looked down at the locket and remembered it was a Slytherin heirloom, he saw that there was a distinctive Slytherin 'S' and he gave Tom an unimpressed look.

"And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this is clearly a Slytherin locket and its now around my neck?" He drawled. Tom gained an innocent look and blinked, which Harry did not believe even a little bit.

"That did not even cross my mind." He said and Harry's expression didn't change.

"Really? So the fact that something that is clearly yours, and only yours, is now around my neck didn't even come to mind?"

"Now that you mention it, it is a welcome addition." Tom agreed lightly and Harry released a frustrated huff.

"Fine, I'll wear it, but only because I like the feeling." Harry grumbled and Tom's eyes flashed in triumph.

"Good,"

"I hate you,"

"I know,"

So, that's the end of the chapter, a bit different I know but I hope you like it. I will be picking up speed now as things are getting hotter! Drop me a review, I love it when I hear from you guys!

Ok, so a quick question for you guys… Are you interested in Mpreg? I'm thinking, for later on, maybe a bit of Mpreg for the future couples that may or may not develop. I'm open for opinions!

Thanks,

Jess*