This Life is Killing Me

By Angelis-Sensei

AN: Congrats to Junsui! I'm so glad you got it right. As promised, this is for you.


Chapter 3:

Nothing Like Love

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Together this time, they fell asleep in each other's arms. This time it was a peaceful, harmonious slumber that would refresh them both.

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When they both woke together the following day, it was noon. Classes had already started. But no matter -- Severus would know why after Dorian had told him his plans for the night. In fact, he had ordered that Dorian (his son) should take the whole day off.

Seeing his son again, for the first time in so long gave Severus back some of his old hope that used to fire him on so greatly. The old burn was back, and making itself well-known to the few who knew him deeply.

All of these high hopes were pushing into Tom's mind all at once. There was nothing to really go against at the moment. Right now, nothing was… wrong with the world seemingly.

However, much farther away than one could imagine, the evil that Dorian suggest that would rise up was truly beginning to make it's first move. They had secured one of the Founder's icons, planning on using it for more than just what it was meant to be for. What would they use it for? Against Tom Riddle, of course -- so that they would be able to get the better of him and attack him on the sly. But then again, they weren't expecting Dorian to just reappear from nowhere. Did they even recognise him at all, even?

There was a distinct advantage to them not knowing that Dorian (or better known to them as Salazar) was still around to foil their operations.

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"Dear…" Dorian murmured into Tom's ear late that night. "We need to go somewhere important tomorrow."

"Hmn?" Tom yawned, tying his black hair back as he did. He was worn out from being taken all over the castle, asking what they should do with certain things. "Where would it be?"

"I'm not… really sure at the moment… but there's something I came here for… and it's beginning to move quicker than I thought. I was hoping that it wouldn't be so soon that they started working towards their goal. But at least I felt it, nonetheless."

"Right, right…" Tom agreed, changing into his night wear, too tired to do anymore paperwork that he had been doing to make sure that he would get the DADA position the next year after the curse got Lucius kicked out. Damn curse was taking more effort that he previously figured.

"I was just hoping that could be able to go down to the place I feel them assembling around in attempts that we could stop them before they do anything more drastic than what they did in my old time."

"What did they do?" Tom's interest was perked. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause Salazar's resentment toward muggles and mudbloods.

"They attempted to kill me and take the very castle that we're in." Dorian patted the bed, gesturing for the other to sleep with him in the plush bed. "That's when Godric began to doubt me. He thought that when I was letting my basilisk loose, it was to kill the muggles and such. It wasn't, though… there were spies in the place of those children. It was one of their attempts to make me look bad. It worked."

Tom could see Dorian more as Salazar Slytherin at that point, when the other's eyebrows were knitted together in anger, frustration and fervent thought.

"What are we going to do about our bodies, though? I mean…" Tom trailed off, sitting on the bed next to Dorian, looking quizzical.

"There isn't much we can do, really… All we have to wait for is the physical changes. During them, we won't really be able to do as much as we are when we have our normal energies. All our energies will be devoted to the change, rather than just being expendable."

Dorian examined his lover closely. "You're beginning to change already, dear."

"What?" Tom demanded.

"You are! Your hair is greying," he laughed, tugging on one of the strands of loose grey hair. "Remember… you're in your seventies? Even though you may only start looking in your mid-age, since all of the extra stress that you've had makes you look older…"

"Well, that's not fair!" Tom pouted, sighing as he looked in a conjured hand mirror to examine his hair issue.

"It's human nature, dearest one," he smiled, pulling Tom to face him. "I think you look cuter with your hair like this… and you need to cut it, dear." Dorian twined his fingers in the said hair as he kissed the Dark Lord passionately.

To Be Continued….