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WARNING: SMALL CP AND HUMILIATION in this chapter!

"Are those…"

Aurelius' expression suddenly changed, and for the flicker of a second, he looked almost…vulnerable, "yes. My parents. They argue a lot lately", he replied curtly, clearly not willing to provide any further information, but Tom was too curious to let go, "what are they arguing about?"

"The war. Dumbledore. Hogwarts. The Ministry. Fudge", he gave him a look, "and you."

Tom swallowed hard, there had been an edge of something in Aurelius' voice, "I…apologized for…betraying them, I mean…does…Salazar want to spa…punish me, too?"

Aurelius sighed, "more the opposite, Thomas", he led him into another hallway, "but this is not the time and place to discuss this. You need to eat."

Tom rolled his eyes, somewhat annoyed by Aurelius' way of treating him like a toddler, "you know, I could just go home and let the house elves make me something", he responded in a rude tone, and Aurelius immediately stopped, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "do I need to get the switch out again, Thomas?"

He hated the fact that his face turned red, "you…you are younger than me, you are not…you can't tell me what to do!"

"Being in charge does not necessarily have to do with being older", Aurelius simply replied, "and as long as you are in my house, you will do what I tell you, understand?"

Tom curled his lips in contempt. He was Lord Voldemort, he was no one to take orders- especially not by some teenager. He did want to eat though, and he did want to get the hell out of here- and since he still did not have his wand back, there was not much he could do against Aurelius, at least not at the moment. He could not even physically attack him- it was irritating, but he was not much taller than Aurelius, and since he had seen his muscles when he had turned him around to use that damn switch on him earlier, he did not really dare to risk getting beaten up another way by the other boy.

"I asked you a question, Thomas, and I expect an answer from you", Aurelius' voice had gotten sharp, and Tom did not like how small his tone of voice made him feel.

"Yeah, I understand", he mumbled sourly, "you can be boss of Maze Manor- I won't stay here much longer anyways. I have things to do at home."

"And what would that be? Getting drunk and using the Crucio on some house elves?"

That was exactly what he had planned to do, and it annoyed him how well Aurelius seemed to know him, "any problems with that? I am eighteen, I can do whatever the fuck I want."

"Using an Unforgivable Curse? That is something you cannot do, actually", Aurelius sounded disapproving, "and letting your anger out on the innocent house elves does not help anyone."

"I would let my anger out on you if I could!", Tom sneered at him, "you're just lucky you are the Founder's son and that we are in your damn house- or I'd beat the shit out of you."

"And that would make you feel better?"

Tom frowned, "yeah, of course it would. What kind of question is that? Didn't it make you feel better to hit me with that damn switch?"

"No, it did not. I do not enjoy disciplining you, Thomas."

He snorted, turning his head to the side, "sure. You are lying, just like Gryffindor did. You all enjoy to humiliate and beat me."

"A spanking or switching is not a beating, Thomas. It's discipline- and are you really telling me you did not deserve any of that?"

"I did not ask to be sp…spanked, your father just said he would use the belt on me! And I did not ask to be put in that damn blanket either!", he hissed back, anger bubbling up inside him again, "I don't even want to be here!"

Aurelius just hummed something, but he did not respond. They kept walking in silence, until a few moments later, he opened a door on the ground level, "let's have some lunch, alright?"

Tom followed him, still somewhat annoyed, but when he saw the dining room- dining hall- his eyes went wide with amazement. The room was huge, dominated by a solid, rectangle table out of oak, and on the wall, there was another table, a long, thin table which was covered with every food there was.

"Whoa."

That made Aurelius laugh, "come on, then. You can choose whatever you want or you can let the house elves pick something for you."

"I'll choose", Tom instantly said, glad for every inch of freedom he had now, and then he walked over to the side table, grabbed a plate and started to load it with food. His stomach was grumbling in anticipation, and he could not wait to sit down and eat.

Minutes later, he was munching happily on his food, not caring much for any manners or even cutlery. Food had only one purpose for him- to fill him up. He did not even care much what he ate, as long as it tasted good and sated him. Aurelius was sitting down opposite from him now, his plate filled with rice, some healthy looking vegetables and a fish he didn't know the name of.

"What's that slimly looking stuff?", he asked the younger boy with his mouth full of steak, "looks disgusting."

"It's called okra- and it's quite delicious, actually", Aurelius replied, amusement in his voice, "and it's very healthy."

Tom rolled his eyes, "of course it is- suits you and your perfectionism."

Aurelius smiled, and then he carefully picked up another piece of okra with his fork and held it out to Tom, "why don't you try it- I bet you might actually enjoy it."

Tom eyed the piece of okra critically, "not a chance. I don't eat any vegetables. They are all gross."

"This one isn't- I promise", Aurelius was still holding out his fork, "come on, just one bite- and if you really hate it, I'll make it up to you."

"How? Do I get to beat you up then?"

"Something like that, yes."

Tom blinked, he had not expected Aurelius to actually agree to that. The offer was tempting, though- so he leaned forward, letting Aurelius feed him the piece of okra.

"There you go", for some reason, Aurelius sounded incredibly pleased- and Tom suddenly had a feeling that this was not just about eating vegetables anymore. He had no idea what exactly it was about, though- so he just chewed his okra, confusion on his face.

"How is it, Tommy?"

"Tastes…weird", he automatically replied, still confused enough to not even notice that Aurelius had called him Tommy, "it's not…bad, though."

"Told you so."

"But slimy", Tom pointed out, "and slimy counts for something, too."

"Hmmm…I guess we could say that", Aurelius sounded amused, "tell you what, I'll show you a way to let all your anger out on me after lunch- how does that sound?"

"Yeah, okay- but then I get to go home, right?"

"There's actually an army meeting later that I would like you to attend", Gryffindor now said from the door, entering the room with Salazar right behind him, "time to do some more truce negotiations, don't you think?", he was smiling at him like yesterday had not even happened, and Tom scowled, "I don't want a truce, I told you that already, Gryffindor."

"That's still Sir to you, boy", Godric replied calmly, "and besides, that was before our little…discussion yesterday, right?"

Tom stiffened, "are you…blackmailing me now? I'm not gonna attend your army meeting. I have my own army to worry about. Sir."

"You have nothing else to worry about than to obey me, Thomas."

Tom hated the fact that he blushed, "you…already punished me, what else do you want? Sir?"

"For you to realize that your Order cannot win against Dumbledore without any help. Help that our army is willing to provide."

"Yeah, cause your army cannot win against Dumbledore without any help, either!", Tom scoffed, "and my army is stronger than yours, you need me more than I need you!"

"Sir."

"You don't have to call me Sir, Gryffindor."

Gryffindor sighed, and then he walked over to him without another word, hauled him off his chair and delivered a hard swat to his backside, "keep up the attitude and I'll take you straight back to my office for another spanking, understand?", he said in his ear, his voice low, "I thought I made my point clear yesterday, Thomas."

"I…please. You…you did, Sir", Tom choked out, the mere thought of another spanking by Gryffindor sobered him up instantly, "not…not again, please."

"Good boy", Gryffindor murmured, "now finish your lunch- and I will see you later for the meeting, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

Gryffindor stepped back, allowing him to sit back down in his chair, "Aurelius, please make sure he is looking appropriate for the meeting later."

"Will do, Father."

The Founders left the room, and Tom shot Aurelius an ugly glance, "I don't appreciate you talking to Gryffindor like I am not even right fucking here- and what's not appropriate about how I look?"

"You slept in your clothes, Thomas", Aurelius pointed out mildly, "and you got sauce and grease all over your face and hands. Time to take a shower, hmm?"

Tom stood up, his hands balled into fists. He had enough of this.

"I am very fucking capable of taking care of that myself, get it?", he snarled at the younger boy, "I don't need you or your father telling me how to fucking dress!"

"Well, since you look like a mess, I think you do, actually", Aurelius just said, "I'll take you back to your room, you'll take a shower and then you can come with me outside."

"Outside? What for?"

"I thought you wanted to beat me, Thomas- for serving you slimy veggies."

"And for using that switch on me!", Tom reminded him, annoyance in his voice, "and for being so damn smug all the time."

Aurelius laughed, "fine. Are you going to let me show you the way back to your room then? The meeting starts in one hour, so we have to hurry a little."

"It's not my room- just some room I woke up in. I'll be gone after that stupid meeting."

Aurelius just smiled, "whatever you say, Thomas. Come along, then", he led him out of the dining room, and Tom slowly followed. He could not wait to get the hell out of here- and he certainly would not come back here ever again.

They walked down the corridor in silence, until Aurelius eventually spoke up, "you said something funny earlier when you called this place- what did you say again- Maze Mansion?"

"Maze Manor", Tom corrected him, and Aurelius had to laugh, "right. I need to tell my parents that. Took me a week to find the way to my room without problems."

Tom did not respond to that, confused by the fact that Aurelius had found his comment funny- he could not remember when anyone had ever found anything funny he had said.

They made it back to his room- the room- some minutes later and Tom did not even comment on the fact that Aurelius went into the bathroom with him.

"There are towels in the cabinet over there, you will find soap and everything else you need under the sink", he told him, "I'll go and get you some clothes to wear- I'll be right back."

Tom groaned, he had hoped Aurelius would just cast a cleaning spell on the clothes he was wearing now, but apparently, he was not even in charge of that anymore. It really was aggravating.

He undressed and went into the shower, secretly impressed by the size and functions of it, and about ten minutes later, he could hear Aurelius coming back.

"Your clothes are on the chair, Thomas", he informed him, "do you need anything else?"

Yeah- to get the hell out of here.

"I'm good", he mumbled, "you can just…go."

"I'll be waiting in your bedroom for you."

"You mean the guestroom", he turned the shower off, "just cause I slept in it one night doesn't make it my room."

"You might sleep in it again tonight."

Tom snorted, grabbing the towel he had put by the shower beforehand, "over my dead body. I am outta here after this meeting. No reason for me to stay here any longer", he mumbled, drying himself off, "I am done getting messed with."

He stepped out of the shower, scowling when he saw the clothes Aurelius put on the chair for him. He had expected a suit or some fancy robes- but instead, there was a navy blue sweater and some black denim jeans, along with white underwear and socks and some light brown leather boots.

"I am not wearing that", he marched over to the bedroom, the towel around his waist, "I want some other clothes", he informed Aurelius, his voice demanding, "I am not going to let you dress me like…a child. I always wear suits, understand?"

Aurelius just smiled at him, which irritated him even more, "what the hell is so damn funny? Get me a suit! I am sure you can find one in this goddamn Mansion of yours!"

"I think so, yes", Aurelius calmly agreed, "I don't know what size you have, though, so you better come with me. Why don't you put your underwear and socks on first? I am sure you don't want to walk around dressed in a towel."

Tom cursed under his breath, "I don't want to walk around in some underwear, either! I am just gonna put my old clothes back on. Where did you put them?"

"Oh, the house elves took them to wash them while you were in the shower", Aurelius tried to sound apologetic, "don't worry, the storage rooms for clothing are not far, though. Come on."

It should have raised Tom's suspicions how easily Aurelius agreed to get him a suit- but he was too angry to think about it some more. He quickly got dressed into the white underwear and socks, and then he followed Aurelius out of the bedroom.

They walked down the hallway and Tom felt ridiculous dressed in only his underwear and some short socks- and he was supposed to be Lord Voldemort.

I look like a joke.

"Where the fuck are these storage rooms?", he hissed at Aurelius, blaming the other boy feeling humiliated yet again, "you said there are not far!"

"There aren't", Aurelius assured him, "I think…oh yes, right here", he opened a door and Tom wanted to die of embarrassment when half a dozen house elves turned around to stare at him, dressed only in his underwear. Obviously, the room was some kind of bedroom for them, since there were small bunk beds on both sides of the room.

"My apologies", Aurelius grinned, closing the door again, and Tom's face turned dark red with fury, "you did that on purpose!"

"This part of the hallway looks just like the storage area- I must have confused it with the house elves quarters", Aurelius just said, but the mocking grin on his face told another story.

"You fucking little…"

"Careful, Thomas- or you'll get the switch again", Aurelius interrupted him, seemingly enjoying this, "come on now- let's try another hallway."

Tom hated the fact that he had no choice but to follow Aurelius- he had no clue where they were inside this damn maze of a house, and he still had no wand. He should have left this place after waking up- why was he even still here?

Aurelius led him down a staircase, and another hallway, and then another one…and another one…

"This is fucking ridiculous!", Tom eventually spat out, "are you lost or something? How hard can it be to find a damn closet, you idiot?"

"Don't worry, we are almost there", Aurelius just said, opening another door- which turned out to be the kitchen. There were even more house elves staring at them now, and Tom wanted the ground to open and swallow him when he heard some of them snickering.

"Sorry for the interruption- the food smells delicious", Aurelius told them casually, closing the door again, "now, I really have no idea how that could happen- I was certain this was the right door."

Tom's whole body started to tremble, and he had to control himself to not slap Aurelius across the face, "you are a fucking liar! You are doing this to mess with me! Now show me the damn closet and get me some clothes, or I'll go and find it myself!"

"Can't do, unfortunately", Aurelius told him, his voice somewhat sardonic, "it's time for the army meeting now."

Tom froze.

"I…I am not going to any meeting dressed in nothing but underwear!", he really wanted nothing more than to put the other boy under a Crucio, never being more furious than at this very moment.

"It looks like you won't have a choice, Thomas", Aurelius replied softly, "come on now, the conference room is right over there, and we don't want to be late, right?"

"You…you can't be fucking serious!"

"You should have been a good boy and put the clothes on that I gave you- I'll bet you regret that now, don't you?"

For several seconds, all Tom could do was stare at him, dread forming in his stomach, "you…you never planned to take me to a storage room", he finally croaked out, and Aurelius smiled, "smart boy", his voice was still very soft, "I tried to warn you, Thomas- I told you I am not as lenient as my father, but you are still too arrogant to listen to me, and now you are going to pay the price for that."

Tom blinked back the tears, realizing now how screwed he really was- he had no clue how to get back to the room or where to get clothes from and he had no wand, but facing Potter's army in nothing but his underwear after he had been forced to apologize to them the night before would have been his ultimate downfall- no one would ever take Lord Voldemort serious after that.

"I…please", he had to force himself to say the word, "just…let me go back, I…I'll put the clothes on this time, I will!"

"Hmmm…I am not sure if I am convinced yet", Aurelius had taken the damn switch out again, playfully bouncing it in his hands, "why don't you show me how much you really want to obey me, Thomas?", he pointed at the floor and Tom went white, knowing exactly what the younger boy wanted him to do, "please…please don't", he hated how miserable he sounded, "I…I am sorry for…being rude about…not wearing…the clothes, but please…"

"Kneel, Thomas."

Aurelius waited a few seconds, and when the eighteen year old just stared at him but did not obey, he gently tapped his thighs with the switch for encouragement, "kneel for me, Thomas", he repeated softly, and this time, Tom sank to his knees, his eyes showing a mix of shame, rage, and absolute misery.

"Head down, arms to your side, boy", Aurelius instructed him calmly, seeing the older boy tremble, "there you go…I knew you could be a good boy for me."

He could hear Tom sob in mortification, knowing very well that his words caused that- having to surrender like this to someone who was younger was one of the worst humiliations for any wizard- especially for someone in Tom's position as leader of the Dark Order.

He walked around him, standing right behind him now, "lift up your bottom, Tommy", he softly tapped his back, and when the boy obeyed, his lower back basically on display now, Aurelius hummed with approval, "good boy. Now, just as a reminder who's in charge here, you'll get five- and if you keep completely quiet and still, I'll take you back to the room right after, but if I see you move or hear you scream, it's five extra, understand?"

"Ye…yeah."

"Yes, Aurelius", Aurelius corrected, giving him a soft tap on his butt, "let me hear you say it."

"Yes…Aurelius", Tom sounded like he was about to cry, and Aurelius had to smile. All of this was just designed to help the boy- even though he did not know that yet. He had no idea what Gryffindor's and Aurelius' plan with him really entailed.

He delivered the first swat to his backside, making it a hard one on purpose. He could see the boy tense from the sharp pain, but he did not scream, and he did not move.

"That was one", he informed him calmly, "four more."

Now the boy did flinch- probably knowing that getting four more like this would make it impossible not to scream, but all Aurelius heard was a whispered, "yes, Aurelius."

Sweet boy.

He had to smile again, never intending to give him five harsh blows anyways. The next swat was soft, "that was two", he told him, his voice soft, "three more, Tommy."

And then he softly tapped his backside again, "three", and again, "four", and again, "and five. All done- you may get up. You did very well, Thomas."

Tom carefully did get up, avoiding to look at him, though. He felt mortified- he had let someone who was three years younger than him switch him, and he had knelt for him, he, the Dark Lord who did not kneel for anyone.

It's this goddamn Manor. I need to get the hell out of here.

"Let's go back to your room, hmm?", Aurelius winked at him like nothing had happened, "the meeting is going to start soon."

Attending that damn meeting was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he also did not want to stay in this fucking underwear for a second longer, so he silently followed Aurelius back to the room, not saying one word the whole time they were walking.

"I'll wait in the bedroom for you, Thomas", Aurelius announced, just like he had done before, and Tom nodded absently, walking into the bathroom and going over to the chair where Aurelius had put his clothes earlier.

What the…

He froze, blinking, and then he hesitantly walked closer, hardly believing his eyes. Earlier, there had been a sweater and some jeans for him, but now, the chair was covered with an elegant, black suit and a dark red tie.

This makes no sense.

Aurelius had come after him, and he was leaning in the door now, his arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips, "I always reward good behavior, Thomas."

And all Tom could do was stare at him.

Harry had made a plan. It was not a very good one if he was being honest to himself, it was actually rather childish, but he had no clue what else to do to anger Snape than to draw a little cartoon of Snape falling into a bubbling cauldron and effectively turning into a bat into his homework folder.

He was certain that Snape would spank him for it- after all, he had not done his homework, and the little drawings had been disrespectful and quite rude. He turned his folder in with the rest of the class, almost getting no sleep that following night.

The next day, Potion's was the first class, and Harry went into the room anticipating Snape to sneer at him and demand him to show up for detention.

But instead, Snape returned the small folders they used for their essays without another comment, and when Harry carefully opened his, there was only a small note in Snape's elegant handwriting.

Transforming humans into bats is part of sixth grade Potion's- and I doubt you will reach that level if you keep playing the fool, Potter.

Underneath was a scribbled T- T for Troll.

No word of any punishment or detention or anything, though- nothing.

Somewhat frustrated, Harry closed the folder. This was so typical for Snape: For years, he had punished him for less than nothing, and now, when he really messed up, all he got was a T.

Harry was not willing to give up, though- he did had a quite obstinate streak in his nature, and Snape's behavior confused him. So, for the next homework, which was to summarize the effects a potion had on Dandelion roots, Harry took a piece of Dandelion and smeared it all over the empty page, making it smell like the wildflower.

He grinned to himself when he handed it in the next day, convinced that this would finally make Snape explode.

But yet again, it did not.

This time, all he got was a big T on the bottom of the page, and that was it. No comment, no remarks, no punishment- he did not even lose any House Points.

"What did you get, mate?", Ron asked him conversationally while Harry angrily closed his folder, "not good?"

"I don't want to talk about it", Harry mumbled, his irritation growing. Why did Snape ignore him now? He always had a sarcastic remark or a hurtful comment for him, and now- nothing. It was like…he did not even exist.

Just like Sirius treats me. Like I am nobody.

The irritation slowly started to turn into fury. He was somebody, and he deserved attention, and he deserved to be taken seriously!

Snape had moved on to lecture them about the secret healing abilities of Dandelion roots, but Harry did not even pretend to listen to it. Snape wanted to ignore him- fine. He'd make sure to do something Snape could not ignore.

He waited until Snape wrote some ingredients for a potion which was based on Dandelion roots on the board, and then he picked up his books, lifted them up and let them crash to the floor.

Bang.

Everyone jumped, staring at him with wide eyes, and Harry saw with satisfaction that Snape had turned around from the board, his expression cold.

"So sorry, the books were too close to the edge I guess", he lied shamelessly, bending over and picking them up, "it won't happen again."

No one said anything, everyone was waiting for Snape to sneer at him now- everyone, including Harry himself- but Snape just wordlessly turned around again and kept writing like nothing had happened.

By now, Harry was so angry he could barely control himself. Why did Snape ignore him? What had he done wrong?

I'll show you to give me attention!

He waited about two minutes, and then he let the books fall to the floor again, the loud, unexpected noise making most students who had been fervently copying whatever Snape was writing on the board, drop their quills and jump again.

"My mistake", Harry grinned, ignoring Ron's frantic whispers next to him, "I guess these books are just as bored as I am and are falling asleep."

Some of the students smiled at his wordplay, but no one dared to openly laugh- not with Snape in the room who looked absolutely murderous by now.

"Pick up your books, Potter", each word from Snape sounded like the order that it was, "and if I hear another noise from you for the rest of class, you'll regret it."

Finally.

Harry picked up the books without another word, silently deliberating what to do next. Dropping the books again would be the obvious choice, but it seemed kind of predictable now. Instead, he waited until everyone was engrossed in their work again, and then he quietly began to sing, getting louder with each rhyme.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please, whether we be old and bald, or young with…"

Snape dropped the chalk so forcefully it broke in the middle, "get out, Potter!", he hissed, a furious glint in his eyes, "you clearly do not know how to act responsibly in my class, and I am refusing to teach such a disrespectful and rude brat- you will be excused for the rest of class."

Harry hated the fact that he had to force back the tears, and then he slowly stood up, grabbing his book bag, "whatever. It's not like I want to be taught by a smug, ignorant git like you anyways!", he snarled back, ignoring the shocked gasps of the other students around him, and then he turned around and stormed out the room.

Screw Snape!

"You wanted to talk to me?", Sirius placed his glass with bourbon on the table, taking a seat. They were in the basement, sitting at the bar, and in the background, he could hear two men getting at each other, one of them bellowing in pain. There were some cheers, too, but not as many since the fighters were both newcomers and did not have a fanbase yet.

"Yes, thanks", Thompson grinned at him, "I think I found the right guy for you to fuck over."

"Did you now?", Sirius snorted, narrowing his eyes, "why do I feel like this is a déjà vu?"

Thompson had the grace to look ashamed, "uhm…this time it's really different, I promise! He's…he's a…he's…strong. And he'll fight you, he will fight you hard."

"How do you know that? The last guy was supposed to fight me, but all he did was piss his pants as soon as he saw me", Sirius replied, taking a sip of his bourbon, "all I'm hearing is empty promises, Thompson."

"Here's a deal- if this guy is not the right one, I'll let you take me down in the arena", Thompson now said, causing Sirius to almost spit out his drink, "fucking hell, you must be very sure of yourself then, eh? Who is this guy?"

"It's a surprise", Thompson chuckled at the look on Sirius' face, "it will be worth it, promise. Be back tomorrow at nine, and he'll be ready for you."

"Alright", Sirius emptied his drink, getting up, "I'll be here. But if this is some kind of sick joke again, I'll beat your ass, Thompson."

He left the bar, apparating back to Grimmauld's Place. He barely spend any time here anymore, and when he did, he mostly bossed Kreacher around or cured his hangovers or injuries. There was another letter from Harry and one from Remus on the kitchen table when he walked in, and he rolled his eyes. All his godson lately did was complain- why he never wrote back, why he did not seem to care, why why why!

No one seemed to realize that he had his own life, too- and he certainly would not waste it by sitting around the house. He had wasted enough time in Azkaban. He tossed both letters in the trash, unopened, not in the mood for any more accusations, and went to bed.

He slept in the next day, making Kreacher serve him his breakfast in bed, and then he had a drink, took a nap, and basically counted the hours until it was finally time to go kick some ass.

Sirius arrived at the bar at a quarter before nine, already feeling the tension in the air as soon as he stepped in. Maybe Thompson had been right, maybe this guy really would be his match.

"Orion! You got yourself a good one this time!", one of the man by the arena roared, and everyone around him started to howl with laughter, "cannot wait to see that smug asshole getting what he deserves!"

Sirius grinned like he knew what they were talking about, getting more curious by the second. Who was his opponent? And why was everyone so excited?

He had a quick drink, and then he walked over to the arena, ready to find out who his mysterious opponent was.

What. The. Fuck.

All blood drained from his face when he stepped into the arena, coming face to face with the last person he had expected to see here.

His cousin.

Lucius Malfoy.

And by the look on Malfoy's face and the fact that he had two guards behind him, watching his every move, it was obvious that he was not here voluntarily.

yep...sorry for the cliffhanger there. There will be more Tom/ Gryff H/C in the next chap- along with some gruesome Sirius/ Malfoy scenes.

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Antonie :)