Hey everyone! :) I thought I post chapter 18 real quick before the month is over! ;)

Thank you for the comments and favs! :)

WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE AND HUMILIATION!

Sirius forced himself to laugh, not liking the cold sweat forming on his back, "you? Very fucking funny, Gryffindor. What are you even doing here?"

"I thought that was obvious, Sirius Black", his expression had hardened, "this camp has become an accumulation of atrocities within the last weeks, even more so since you started your live out your depraved little fantasies in that arena over there."

"Depraved? I'm just giving the Death Eaters what they deserve, Gryffindor."

"No one deserves to bleed to death while being suffocated with his own genitals, Sirius Black."

Sirius just smiled, but there was no friendliness in his smile, "you heard about Pettigrew's passing then? That truly was a day to remember."

"Well, you'll have no other choice than to remember it- because you won't get to do that anymore. I am transferring everyone from this camp to St. Mungo's tonight, and after that, the remaining Death Eaters will get a fair trial- and will most likely be sent to Azkaban after."

"How utterly heroic of you, Gryffindor", his voice was full of spite, "you still up to fight me tonight? Cause I really feel like punching you in the fucking face now."

"Oh, we'll fight, Sirius Black- and you'll have a whole audience to watch it, too. Wouldn't want to deprive you of your spotlight", Gryffindor's tone was sharp and sardonic, and it made Sirius even more angry. He was not used to be spoken to like this- everyone here worshipped him, and everyone had worshipped him at Thompson's bar, and this was all just bullshit!

"Suit yourself, Gryffindor- but this will be your funeral", he hissed at the Founder, "I'm going to go get my weapons now", he was already thinking what to use for Gryffindor- maybe a nice, long knife and a sword. Yes, a sword would definitely be fitting for the Founder.

I'm gonna make you regret every coming here, Gryffindor!

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you- don't take too long", Gryffindor had the nerve to smile at him now, and for that alone, Sirius felt like beating him up.

He rushed back to his apartment and grabbed a heavy sword and two knives, and then he marched back to the arena, swallowing hard when he realized that his audience was bigger than usually- every fucking Auror from Gryffindor's army seemed to be here, along with the wardens, who had all been tied up and were currently unsuccessfully struggling against their bonds.

Pathetic.

Sirius sneered at them, knowing he'd never let himself get captured that easily, and then he entered the arena, where Gryffindor was already waiting for him.

"Where are your weapons?"

Gryffindor just smiled, holding up a collar attached to a rope and a whip, "that's all I am going to need, Sirius Black."

"A fucking whip? Boo-hoo, I am really scared now."

"This won't be about the pain, Sirius Black."

Sirius just rolled his eyes, he was not going to fall for any psychological bullshit, "sure. By the way, my arena name is Orion- not fucking Sirius Black."

He did not like the way Gryffindor was looking at him now, "you don't like being called Sirius Black?"

"Not by you."

Gryffindor had to laugh, "so arrogant…well, let's see what you've got, Orion."

Gladly.

Sirius decided to start with one of the knives- and then he'd move on to the sword after. He lifted up the knife, getting ready to either cut it into Gryffindor's arm or leg, and he could already hear the low murmurs of his audience. They wanted a show, and they would get a show.

Time to start this party.

He grinned, coldness in his eyes when he started his first attack- which Gryffindor easily averted by stepping to the side in one fluid motion that looked barely human and caused the audience to cheer loudly.

It enraged Sirius to notice that they were all cheering for Gryffindor when he was used to have everyone cheering for him, and applauding him. Clenching his teeth, he attacked again- and again, Gryffindor was out of the way faster than he could blink.

"What's this, fucking ballet? Come and get me, Gryffindor!"

"All in good time, Orion", Gryffindor responded mildly, "don't you worry, you'll get what you deserve tonight."

"You wish", he was becoming frustrated and before he could think about it, he had thrown the knife straight at Gryffindor, causing the audience to gasp in shock.

"That was a mistake", Gryffindor's expression had hardened, and he suddenly looked dangerous- and without wanting it, Sirius took a step back, "yeah, of course it was- since I missed you", he tried to grin, failing miserably, and then he reached for the sword, "maybe this is more of your liking, Gryffindor."

For the next thirty minutes or so, which felt more like fucking hours, he was desperately trying to get Gryffindor with the damn sword- anything to hurt him, but the Founder effortlessly parried every single one of his attacks, and he did not even break a sweat, he looked as cool as a cucumber, while Sirius, red and sweaty, felt more and more like a clueless idiot scrambling around the arena. It was frustrating, to put it nicely.

"This is fucking bullshit!"

"Giving up already, Orion?", Gryffindor sounded amused, "I've really expected more from the champion."

Laughter from the crowd, and Sirius stiffened, his eyes sparkling with hatred, "you're not even fighting me! All you do is fucking goad me!"

"I was not aware there were any rules here", and now he sounded sarcastic, "you want me to attack, Orion?"

"Yeah, I do! Cause right now you're just wasting my time!"

"And we can't have that", Gryffindor smiled at him, holding up the collar and the rope, "last chance- you want this, yes or no?"

"You really think you'd be able to put that on me?", Sirius had to laugh, "I'll punch your teeth out once you get closer!"

"I'll take that as a yes, then", Gryffindor said calmly, taking a step forward, and Sirius' heart started to beat faster from the adrenaline rush. Finally they were getting somewhere!

They circled each other for a few minutes, the audience cheering and whistling in the background, and Sirius grin turned smug when he heard one of the captured wardens holler out that he was still the champion, and that he was unbeatable.

That I am- and I will show this piece of sh…

"Whatthefuck!"

"Getting distracted there, champion?", Gryffindor's voice was mocking, "we are going to do this my way now, Sirius Black."

"It's Orion."

"Not anymore", and then Gryffindor was suddenly by his side, and next thing he knew, the damn collar was around his neck, attached to the rope that Gryffindor was holding in his hands.

"Let's see how much you can take, Sirius Black", and then pain exploded on his ass, a stinging, unforgivable pain, and he bit his lips so hard they started to bleed.

"You think I am gonna cry from a whipping? I'm not some kid, Gryffindor!", he jerked his head to get away from the rope, but there was no avail- the rope just caused the collar to tighten more around his neck with the movement. And then Gryffindor whipped him again- and he cursed, balling his hands into fists, "you bastard!", he lashed out, blinded by rage, and Gryffindor simply pulled on the rope, making him stumble to the ground. He tried to get up immediately, but then the whip came down again- hard enough for him to roar, "whatthefuck, Gryffindor!", he tried to get up again, and again, the pain from the whip exploded on his backside, "let me fucking get up so I can kill you!"

Gryffindor just laughed, "I don't think so- you've been a bad doggie, haven't you? A very bad dog that needs to learn who his new Master is", he pulled on the rope that was attached to the collar, and Sirius coughed, gasping for air. He tried to grab the rope with his hands, but as soon as he had lifted his hands, Gryffindor grabbed them, held them together with one of his own hands, and then the whip came down on his hands, again, and again, and again.

This hurts, this hurts, this fucking hurts, make it stop, stop, stoooooop!

Gryffindor did not take a break in between, he just kept whipping his hands until they started to bleed, and until Sirius finally could not take it anymore and screamed, "fucking stop! Fucking stop this shit!"

"I've just started, bad little doggie", Gryffindor sounded amused, "keep your hands down now- if I see them going up again, it's ten more with the whip, understand?"

Sirius did not bother to respond, the hatred forming a lump in his throat making it hard to speak anyways.

Swat.

"Understand?"

Sirius could not even scream for a second, his body going numb with pure shock, and when the pain caught up for him, he screamed so loud his ears started to ring, "stop! Stop! Stop, you bastard, stop!"

Swat.

Sirius wheezed, his hands were hurting so much he thought for a second to just grab the sword and cut them off- anything to stop this agony, "un…unde…sta…nnnnddd…"

"Good boy."

Sirius did not even have the energy to rage at the humiliating endearment, he was just glad that the pain had stopped. His hands were throbbing, but he still tried to use them to lift himself up from the ground, when he got another brutal lick with the damn whip.

"Down, boy."

What. The. Hell.

Sirius started to tremble with shame and helpless fury, knowing where this was going now.

"Fuck you."

Gryffindor just laughed, "what a bad doggie you are- no one's ever trained you, hmm?", and then he shifted his attention to the audience, "do you want me to teach this dog some manners?"

Sirius' face started to burn when he heard the whistles and cheers.

"Show him who's boss, Gryffindor!"

"Make that bad doggie howl!"

He could hear Gryffindor laugh, "very well then- let's see if we can get this doggie to crawl."

Not in a million years.

And then the whip came down again- and Gryffindor was holding the rope that was attached to the collar around his neck with one hand now, preventing him from getting away, and he used the other hand to mercilessly whip his ass- going for the exact same spot every. single. time.

"You fucking asshole!"

"You'll burn in hell for this!"

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

He jerked around in helpless, raw fury, and Gryffindor hummed, whipping him again, "take your time, Sirius- take all the time you need."

He stifled a cry, bile rising in his throat, "you need to fucking stop!"

"And you need to start obeying me, Sirius."

He let out a bitter laugh, his ass feeling like it was on fire, "and why the fuck should I do that?"

"Because I am the one holding the whip, bad doggie."

"Stop calling me that!", he jerked on the rope, hating this, "you're fucked up, you know that?"

Gryffindor just laughed, "says the one who makes his money doing exactly this?"

"I never…treated anyone like a goddamn dog!"

"Mmmhh…I am sure they would have appreciated that more than being tortured to death by you, Sirius."

"Whatever!", he hissed back, trying to get up, and then the whip came down again- hard enough for him to have tears starting well up in his eyes, "ngggnrr!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?", Gryffindor did not sound sympathetic at all, "the earlier you give in, the earlier this is over, Sirius Black."

"Fuck…you!"

He could hear Gryffindor sigh, "you really are a stubborn one- but you'll get there, Sirius- I know you will."

For the next ten minutes or so, neither of them said anything- Gryffindor just whipped him, again, and again, and Sirius screamed, and howled, and roared, the pain becoming more and more unbearable.

"Let me know when you are ready, Sirius", Gryffindor simply said after he had taken a quick break, "you have time, you have all the time in the world. There's no rush, boy."

Not your boy!

Sirius bit his bloody lips, his face a mess of sweat, tears, snot and drool, "I…rather…die."

"You can't die from a whipping, silly boy", Gryffindor sounded amused, "you might pass out at some point- but putting some nice straight bourbon on your backside is going to wake you up right away after."

Sirius' vision went white for several seconds, the thought of how much liquor would burn on the bloody welts on his ass almost causing him to break down, "you…you wouldn't", he barely recognized his voice anymore, hoarse and raspy from screaming, "that…no. No."

"Start crawling then, doggie."

"No."

"Alright- as I said, take your time, Sirius. We have all night, and I am not going to stop until you surrender to me."

"I…I have…money", Sirius croaked out, watching in terror how Gryffindor casually lifted up the whip again, "and…I can help you, I know…shit about…Dumbledore, I can…help!"

Gryffindor laughed softly, "you think I need your money, Sirius?", there was a hint of amusement in his voice, "and for Dumbledore- I had already planned to recruit you."

"I know lots of stuff!", Sirius hastily said, his eyes never leaving the hated whip, "we…could just go and talk, and then…"

"Oh, we will- after you have shown everyone what a good little doggie you are- now crawl, Sirius."

"No!"

Swat.

Swat.

Swat.

After three more licks, Sirius started to see stars in front of his eyes- and not the hangover kind. His whole body felt raw- and he knew he was bleeding, his pants sticking to his burning, blood soaked ass like glue, which felt as awful as it sounded.

"You…you are killing me!"

"I am training you."

Swat.

Sirius cried out, not caring about his pride any longer, not caring that his audience had started to whistle in a mocking way, not caring about the collar or the rope or the fact that he was on his knees- he knew he could not take even one more of these licks. Not even one.

"You are ready now, hmm?", Gryffindor's voice was surprisingly soft, "let's go then, Sirius- show them what a good boy you can be", he got another, quick tap on his butt, which he knew was solely for encouragement, and then he bit his lips together, hard- and started to crawl.

Fuck. Me.

His ears were ringing, and he felt like vomiting, the position degrading, humiliating, and the worst he had ever been in- and Gryffindor hummed with approval, slowly leading him around the arena on his hands and knees, "good boy, Sirius- what a good boy you are, obeying your Master so nicely."

I will kill you! For this alone, I WILL KILL YOU!

The cheers were getting louder now, and he could hear them laugh, and sneer, and taunt him.

"Look at the doggie- gotten all quiet, eh?"

"You want a treat, mutt?"

"Who's a good dog?"

Sirius kept crawling around the circle of the arena, his face out of stone, and he could not stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. This was torture. A torture that did not physically hurt, but torture nonetheless. And then Gryffindor gently tugged on his leash- the rope, the damn rope- and Sirius stilled, hoping, praying, that this was it. That it was over.

"Let's hear you bark, boy- show us what a good doggie you are."

Sirius flinched like he had been hit, "please…", he croaked, his voice thick with tears, "please…"

"Bark, little dog. Be good for your Master", he felt the whip on his backside, encouraging him, and he had to sob.

I can't. I can't do that.

"Yes, you can- and you will, Sirius", the whip touched his backside again, the contact alone pure agony, and he tried to buck, panicking, "shhh…be a good doggie now and bark- let us all hear you, boy."

He sobbed again, and then, his face burning with absolute humiliation, he let out a soft little bark.

"Woof…woof…"

He was staring down, now watching his tears fall on the ground, and the cheers and whistles were reaching their peak now, and he started to quietly cry.

I want to die. I want this to be over.

"That sounded more like a small pup than a big doggie- come on, show us how a big dog barks", the whip helped him obey since he was terrified of any more pain- so he opened his mouth and with the last strength he had, he barked again.

"Woof-woof!"

He could hear the howls of laughter, and it made his stomach clench, and then he curled himself into a ball, just like he was a real dog, sobbing and crying and trembling on the floor of the arena that he had stood in arrogantly so many times, getting celebrated by the wardens and begged by the Death Eaters.

Please stop. Please stop. Please make all this stop.

"Good boy, Sirius", he felt a warm, soft hand in his sweaty, tousled hair for the fraction of a second, and he whimpered, unable to even talk anymore.

"Shhh…I know. It's over, Sirius. You did very well."

And then the laughter was fading, and he could feel himself getting pushed closer to unconsciousness- and he welcomed it, he'd do anything right now to escape the hell that was his body, and then he could hear Gryffindor mumble something that sounded like a spell, and then the pain, miraculously, started to fade as well- and then finally, everything turned black.

"How much longer, Relius?"

"We are almost there, sweet boy", Aurelius smiled at him, holding him tightly by the hand. Tom had already been regressing a little bit when he had come back, triggered by his crying and the mix of emotions he had experienced when he seen the open door- that he was unable to walk through. Now that they were walking through the Manor, Tom had slowly started to regress more, which Aurelius suspected was due to the stress of the now unfamiliar situation. The boy had only known his cell for so many weeks, with only him for social interaction, for discipline, and for snuggles and feeding, so it was not at all surprising that Tom had felt the need to escape to the safety of his younger self.

"Gonna give me a hint, Relius?"

"No, Tommy- it's a surprise, remember?"

"You could tell me and I could still act surprised", the boy offered, and Aurelius had to laugh, "cheeky bear", he gave him a quick kiss on his head, "we need to go up the stairs now- hold on to the rails, baby, and be careful."

"Yes, Relius."

"Good boy, Tommy."

Aurelius watched with pride on his face how Tom carefully climbed up the steep stairs, holding his hand with one hand, and the stair rail with the other hand, and then he opened the door- and Tom let out a gasp.

"Owlys, Relius!"

Aurelius had to laugh, "yes, and there's one very special owl waiting for you over there- let's go say hi", he gently led him over to the tower where most of the owls spend their time when they were not hunting, and Tom's eyes went wide with shock.

"Beagle!"

The eagle owl hooted happily, slowly spreading his wings, and Tom stood frozen to the spot, staring at his owl- the owl that he'd thought he would never see again.

"I think Beagle wants you to come over, little bear", Aurelius told him softly, "he's excited to see you."

Tom shook his head, and then he turned around, pressing his face into Aurelius' chest, "not…going", he mumbled, "not…excited."

"Look at me, Tommy."

"No", the boy pressed his face even more into his chest, and then he grabbed his hands, holding them tight, "I'm…gone."

"I can still see you, baby."

"No. Not…me", came the muffled reply, and Aurelius had to smile. He gave Tom a kiss on his hair, "I think someone is nervous about seeing Beagle again, hmm?"

"Not…me."

"No, not you- I know you are gone, sweet boy."

"Yah."

Aurelius let him snuggle closer, wishing Tom was small enough for him to lift him up and hold him in his arms right now, "Beagle has been here the whole time, Tommy", he told the boy, "the day of the fire…"

"No! No fire!"

"Shhh…yes, there was a fire, Tommy- but Beagle and the other owls were able to escape the fire. Owls are smart, baby bear- as soon as they noticed the smoke, they flew away. Beagle was the only one staying behind, and I think he was trying to get to you, to help you."

He could hear the boy sob, "my…my fault! Bad boy! I am a bad boy!", and then he started to cry out loud, and Aurelius slowly sat down, pulling the boy as close as he could, "you are not a bad boy, Tommy- the fire was not your fault. It was Dumbledore's fault. He wanted to trap you, and he wanted to do bad things to you. He tried to lure you back in the building by capturing the Death Eaters, and when that did not work, he took them all to one of his camps."

Tom stilled at that, blinking, "not…dead?"

"They did not die in the fire, no", Aurelius replied carefully, trying to be tactful about the fact that most of them were still dead- killed by Sirius Black at the camp later, "and none of that was your fault, either, Tommy- only Dumbledore's."

There was a silence.

"Beagle…mad at me for leaving", the boy eventually whispered, "always…came to…see him."

"I know- because you are such a responsible owner, Tommy- and because you love Beagle, hmm?"

"Yah", the boy snuggled closer again, "Beagle…is my friend."

Sweet boy.

"I don't think Beagle is mad at you, baby bear- just look at him, he's so happy to see you."

Tom did look up, very carefully, and when he saw Beagle hooting in excitement again, he had to smile.

"Relius?"

"Yes, Tommy?"

"Come…with me?"

"Of course, little bear. Let's go say hi, hmm?", Aurelius took Tom's hand, amused by the fact that Tom was basically hiding behind him when they went over to Beagle, and holding on tight to his hand.

"Hi…Beagle", Tom stuttered, "how…are you?"

Beagle hooted.

"That's…good. Do you like it here?"

Beagle hooted again.

"And…are the other owls nice to you? Did you make some friends?"

More, louder hooting.

"I missed you, Beagle."

Beagle hooted quietly, coming closer, and Aurelius had to smile at their adorable conversation, and he gently nudged Tom forward, "I think Beagle would like it if you pet him, Tommy", he told him softly, "go on, sweet boy."

Tom carefully stretched out his right hand, the left one was still tightly clutching Aurelius' hand, needing him for safety. He slowly petted Beagle's head, and the eagle owl hooted with appreciation, blinking at Tom with his kind, clever eyes.

"He's saying he missed you, too, baby bear", Aurelius translated, amusement in his voice, "and I think he would like to see you come visit him more often now."

"I would like that, too", Tom said quietly, "you gonna take me up here again if I am being good, Relius?"

"I was actually thinking you could be the Owlery's Organizer from now on, Tommy."

"What's an Owlery Organizer?", the boy asked, curiosity in his voice.

"It's a very responsible job- you would be in charge of giving out the treats, keeping the tower clean, making sure the owls are healthy and happy, and sorting the mail for the post owls."

"I can do that! I can do all that!", the boy blurted out, his voice cracking from excitement, "I am a great Owlery Organizer!"

"Alright, then you just have to pass a few interview questions to get hired", Aurelius explained, trying very hard to keep a straight face, and the boy looked at him expectantly, "what's the questions, Relius?"

"The first question is: Do you like owls?"

"Yah. Owls are awesome!"

My sweet, sweet boy.

"Second question: What treats do owls like to eat?"

"They like Owl Treats that are shaped like a mouse, and they like small insects", the boy told him proudly, and Aurelius had to stifle a smile.

"Last question: Are you willing to clean up any owl pellets in the tower?"

"Yah, I am good at cleaning. I always had to clean the bathroom and scrub the toilet, so I know how to clean", Tom assured him confidently, smiling at him, and Aurelius had to stop himself from just pulling him into a hug.

"Hmmm…I think this is an easy decision- you arehired, Tommybear. Congratulations for being the new Owlery Organizer!"

Tom's face lit up with pure joy, and seeing that made Aurelius smile, his eyes shining with pride.

"Yay! Thank you! I have a job now, Relius! A real job! Do I get paid, too? What time do I work at? Can I start today?", his voice was bubbling with happiness, and he jumped up and down.

"Easy there, baby owl- yes, you will get paid, I'll pay you three Galleons an hour, and you will work for about two hours a day. It's time for dinner and bed now, but you can start tomorrow."

"Not even late yet!"

"For little boys like you it is late", Aurelius replied calmly, "let's go, Tommy."

"But, I want…", he stopped instantly when Aurelius gave him a look, lowering his head, "so…sorry, Relius", he whispered, "gonna be good now. Just so excited."

"I know you are- but you are going to need a nice healthy dinner and a good night's sleep if you want to be ready for work tomorrow", Aurelius told him softly, "and you'll do great, Tommy."

And as it turned out, he was right- Tom was back to his normal self the next day, but still very much looked forward to his job at the owlery. After preparing lunch in the morning, which he then shared with Aurelius for lunch, sitting at the table together and talking, napping after and drawing and reading for a little bit after his nap, around five o' clock, it was finally time to go up to the owlery. The owls slept most of the day since they went hunting at night, so Aurelius had picked a time for work that was not too late for Tom, but also made sure that the owls were already awake by then, ready for treats.

The first time, he showed Tom everything and explained to him what to do, and the second day of his job, Tom was already doing most of it by himself. He turned out to be amazing with the owls- and soon, they all hooted with happiness once they saw him entering the owlery. Aurelius stayed with him for the first few days, and then he gradually let him be more independent, until a week later, Tom was allowed to go up the owlery by himself, and he would stay there working until Aurelius picked him up at seven o' clock for dinner and bedtime. Tom was proud of the fact that he was able to walk up the owlery by himself, and he knew what that meant- that Aurelius really did trust him now. He was careful to never enter any rooms or hallways on his way up that were not on his way, knowing that the punishment would likely involve a chain, a switch, and a very disappointed Aurelius- and that he was not able to bear any longer. He still got disciplined here and there though, sometimes because he wanted to push the boundaries, and sometimes because he simply did not want to do what Aurelius asked him to do, but a few licks with the switch or Aurelius' hand usually helped to calm him down and be good.

"Almost ready, Tommy?", Aurelius had just entered the owlery, and Tom, who was busy dividing the treats in the buckets, looked up, "yes, I just need to finish putting the treats away- it's crazy how much they eat!"

"Well, I am not surprised- your idea to create your own owl treats was genius", Aurelius came closer, "might turn into a business one day- Tom's Owl Treat Empire does have a nice ring to it."

Tom had to laugh, "I don't think Eeylops would appreciate the competition", he put the rest of the treats away, "Snowballs' wing is healing very well", he then said, "and Gringer delivered her first letter today, she was so happy."

"I still cannot believe you remember all their names, Tommy", Aurelius had to chuckle, "and you did a great job helping with Snowball- just like you do with all of them. I am so incredibly proud of you, my sweet boy."

Tom's face flushed, it was rare now that Aurelius called him his sweet boy- he was mostly Tommy or Tommybear now, the other endearments reserved for when he regressed, which had become less and less, though.

"Let's go sit by our spot for a while", Aurelius eventually suggested, and Tom nodded. They walked over to a part of the tower where they had the perfect view across the huge park of Gryffindor Manor with all its lakes, orchards, the forest, and the Quidditch fields. Tom smiled when Aurelius put an arm around him, pulling him close. He rested his head on Aurelius' shoulder, and for some minutes, they just sat like that, staring into the beginning darkness, the owls quietly hooting in the background.

"Relius?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm…almost finished now, right?", he asked him quietly, "with my…training, I mean."

"You are, yes", Aurelius replied calmly, planting a soft kiss on top of his hair, which was tousled by the wind, "you actually only have one last thing to do, Tommy- presenting yourself, and showing what you have learned."

Tom groaned, "not…to Potter, right? Please tell me it's not to him!"

Aurelius chuckled, "don't worry, it's not, Tommy- you will have to present yourself to my father- and then he will decide if your training is finished, or if you need some extra lessons."

Tom closed his eyes in defeat. Presenting himself to Gryffindor was almost as bad as doing it to Potter- and the thought of disappointing Gryffindor again made his heart heavy.

I'll show him that I am ready to be his sweet boy now- and that I've learned my lesson.

Tom and Godric will finally meet again in the next chapter ;)

I would love some feedback from you guys! :)

Stay safe!

Antonie :)