Dark Magic no longer banned!
By Rita Skeeter
Who would've ever thought that two wizards could change the Wizarding World like this? Let me tell you, dear readers, it wasn't me.
Harry James Potter - Peverell and Thomas Slytherin are still extremely young for wizarding standards, but they don't let their age stop them. No! The incredibly powerful couple has been active in the Wizengamot for just a little more than a year, but the change has been absolutely shocking.
After the new law for creatures, or human subspecies as they like to be called, they decided that it wasn't enough. No, my dear readers, they decided to head straight into the war against Dark magic to advocate for the 'dark side' and won!
It has been clear that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, supposed Leader of the Light, has been lying to everyone for almost 80 years. And now, thanks to Lord Slytherin and Lord Potter - Peverell, Dark magic has been accepted again in the British Wizarding World, as it already was everywhere else.
Lord Thomas Slytherin, son of he-who-shall-not-be-named, has risen in the political spectrum and can now call himself the new Dark Lord. He is adamant that he will not be like his father and will only-
The paper goes up in flames after Albus has read most of the article. He cannot believe that the whole Wizarding World believes the filth that Voldemort is feeding them.
He sneers at the picture that peeks through the flames, a laughing Harry and Tom standing next to each other, clearly in love if the look between them is about to believe.
Albus shakes his head. He can't understand why Harry would do this, that he even wants to touch the man that had killed his parents, hurt him, and put something vile in him when he was just a baby.
Oh, yes, Albus knows that Harry is a Horcrux, but with his current relationship with Tom Riddle, he knows for sure that Harry won't try to kill him. It's probably a love potion or something.
Even if Albus can catch Harry by surprise and get the potion out of his system, he would not do Albus any favors in the end.
No, because Lord Death stole the opportunity to have Harry meek and playable.
Because of Lord Death, the British Wizarding World will seize to exist. Albus is sure of it.
Well, not as long as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore can still take a breath.
''I rather would've done it in another way, but alas-'' He flicks his wand out and admires the Elder wand for a moment. ''-I need to stop him.''
He then apparates out of the old shell of a cabin he has been staying in. He pulls his hood up and steps into the busy street of Diagon Alley.
The two men he knew would be there are laughing in front of him. It's time.
''Tom Marvolo Riddle-'' He sees the man stiffen, and Harry grabs Voldemort's arm before turning around with a withering look.
''-I challenge you for a duel.''
Tom's POV;
''Harry, you still have about a month before classes start up again. Can you please calm down?'' Tom asks his boyfriend with a tired smile. He has been quite busy the last month, but it has been worth it. He is now Dark Lord again. Hogwarts is ready to start again and will take the affinity rituals when everyone returns. Dark Magic is legal again, and you can already see it reflected in Diagon Alley. Life has been extremely good with Harry by his side.
''I will calm down when I know for sure that there are enough books for every student.'' Harry is browsing the stacks, and Tom sees him slide a couple of books into his pile to take home and can only smile fondly at Harry. ''-We probably also should do something with families that don't have enough money for all the books or potion supplies. Maybe something like a scholarship?''
''And you don't have a certain family in your mind now, right?'' Tom asks while steering Harry a little to the right when a kid is standing in his way, and Harry is still browsing through a book. Tom winks at the kid, and the boy smiles shyly before bolting back to his parents.
''I don't know what you're talking about,'' Harry huffs, but Tom knows enough. He sighs and taps his wand against the books in Harry's pile to send them to the cash register.
''We will look into it during the meeting with Minerva later this week,'' Tom promises before putting his hand on the small of Harry's back, pushing him a little to the front of the store so they can go after they have paid.
It doesn't take long before they are walking through the busy street of Diagon Alley again. Tom is contemplating getting an owl. But he knows Hedwig will be insulted if he dares to do that.
''How long will Hedwig be angry if I buy my own owl?''
Harry starts to laugh, ''You're kidding, right? She will peck your fingers raw,''
''But she is almost every day at Hogwarts with you. I need to send my post too,'' He sighs while rubbing his forehead.
Harry pats him condescendingly on the shoulder, and Tom can't help but chuckle a little.
''Okay, so no owl, maybe-''
''Tom Marvolo Riddle,'' He freezes at the words and swallows heavily. Harry grabs his arm, anchoring him again and he takes a slow breath. He wants to turn around incredulously to demand that his old name will not be used again. But then the man speaks again.
''I challenge you for a duel.'' Those words he hadn't expected, and he turns around with a frown. When he spots Dumbledore, of all people with a hood, he snorts incredulously.
''I am not my father, Dumbledore, nor am I interested in dueling you when you are a wanted man. You should be glad that the Aurors haven't arrived yet to take you to Azkaban.'' Tom replies, feeling his heart hammer in his chest.
''The Aurors will not be here on time to help you, Tom.''
Harry squeezes his arm, and when Tom looks at him, Harry speaks. ''There are anti apparation wards up.''
''Dumbledore, what do you want?'' Tom sighs, grabbing his wand inside his robe tightly.
''I want to save the Wizarding World. You are poisoning it, and you are poisoning Harry. I will defeat you, and everyone will know that I saved them-''
Tom snorts and looks at Harry. ''He's crazy, isn't he?''
''Probably,'' Harry murmurs back with a frown on his face, his eyes never leaving Dumbledore.
''If you win, you will be the master of the Elder wand,'' Harry tells him in Parseltongue with a contemplating look.
''Not going to happen,'' Tom replies instantly, looking Harry in the eyes.
Tom then turns back to Dumbledore. ''Harry James Potter - Peverell will be my second.'' Dumbledore seems taken aback, and the bystanders start to whisper.
Tom takes out his wand and points it to the sky. He erupts a dueling shield so no one will be hurt in Diagon Alley. The Aurors will come when they can. But he needs to stop Dumbledore. The old goat is clearly unstable.
''I'm going to lose on purpose, then you can step in. You can win the Elder wand, and you will be the Master of Death.'' Tom tells Harry resolutely in Parseltongue before kissing Harry quickly when the man only stares at him completely dumbfounded.
Tom chokes a little on the emotions he feels swirling inside himself. He truly loves Harry so much, but he has never said the words aloud. To be fair, Harry hasn't either. But he is sure that the man feels the same.
Tom believed he would never love anyone. And here, in front of him, is the man he knows is the only one he will ever love.
He squeezes Harry's hand again, the words stuck in his throat, and turns to Dumbledore.
''I'm ready. Let's end this.''
Dumbledore nods and bows and Tom follows. When he's up again, he flicks his wand to stop a red spell that was hurtling towards him. Tom narrows his eyes and starts throwing his own spells.
They are both silent in their casting, taking any advantage they can possibly have. Because even if Tom is going to lose, he wants to put up a good fight.
When he was still Voldemort, he would've taunted Dumbledore with every strike they would make, but being Thomas Slytherin, he knows he won't do that.
Time seems to slip away from him, but he keeps dueling Dumbledore, transfiguring stones into dragons, holding his breath when he's locked into a dome of water for a short time, ducking when spikes fly over his head.
He remembers how Voldemort had been afraid of Dumbledore. He always knew that Dumbledore was powerful. But even Voldemort knew that Dumbledore would never use Dark magic.
Oh, how he was wrong.
Tom is already anticipating the spell that Dumbledore is preparing, ready to give in and let his wand fly. Two seconds later, it's exactly what happens. His wand falls down, and he smirks.
''Well, now my lovely second will st-'' But Tom doesn't get the chance to say something witty.
Because a bolt of green is rushing towards him. The same green that he loves to see in Harry's eyes.
He doesn't have the time to even look at Harry, something he will forever regret, but the anguished scream Harry bellows out is something that will haunt him in the afterlife.
When the green bolt connects with his sternum, everything turns black.
Harry's POV;
Harry knows that Tom has changed. He knows, okay? But he's still surprised when Tom tells him about his plan. Tom is going to lose on purpose, so Harry can step in and win the Elder wand.
Dear Salazar, he loves Tom so much. He should probably finally man up and just tell him. He's pretty sure that Tom will not reject him.
When Tom and Dumbles start to duel, Harry is everything but calm. Sure, he looks calm and collected, ready at a moment's notice, but something is wrong. He doesn't know what, but something just is.
He just knows that this will end badly, but he can't put his finger on what exactly.
Harry follows the duel with hawk-like eyes. He makes sure not to miss a single thing.
After about thirty minutes, he sees Tom reacting to Dumbles and knows that Tom will be stepping away from the fight.
His wand bounced on the stones, and Tom smirked. Already knowing that Harry will win the duel, Harry takes a step forward, ready to take over.
He hears Tom speak before his whole world seems to stop for a moment. The glint in Dumbledore's eyes is something Harry hadn't expected, and it gives him chills down his spine. He feels cold when an emerald green spell rushes from the Elder wand to Tom. It all happens so fast that Harry can only scream.
His magic immediately reacts in horror when Tom's words cut off mid-sentence, and he falls down with an empty look in his eyes.
Harry can't even remember taking a step, but now he's kneeling next to Tom's fallen body. ''No, no, no, no, no, no, no!''
He looks back to Dumbledore, ready to tear him apart for killing Tom when he sees that his magic has already reacted.
Dumbledore is kneeling on the ground, with his arms spread wide and the Elder wand on the ground in front of him. Stone pillars have trapped his arms and feet. Dumbledore can't break out of those and seems to be in agony.
''Harry-'' Dumbledore starts in a pained voice. ''-It's for the greater good,''
''You killed him!'' Harry's voice is hoarse and broken, and he refuses to talk to Dumbledore anymore. He will not acknowledge the man that has hurt him so much. He flicks his wrist, and the Elder wand flies in his hand. He then aims the wand at Dumbledore and sees the fear in the man's eyes before he flicks his wand, and Dumbledore disappears from sight. Leaving the stone in which he was trapped cracked. Blood smears are around the holes in the stone, but Harry doesn't care.
Tears are streaming down his face, and when he looks down at the body in his arms, he feels himself crumble.
''I can't do this without you-'' He buries his face in Tom's shoulder while clasping Tom's body against him. ''You can't leave me-'' Harry whispers, already knowing it's untrue, because Tom isn't waking up, isn't talking to him, isn't holding him while Harry falls completely apart.
Harry feels a chill run over his spine and knows that Death has come.
When he lifts his head, he chokes on another sob. Death is standing with his hand on Tom's shoulder. Tom's soul is cracked a little, still from the Horcruxes, and he looks devastated.
Harry glances around and sees that time seems to have stopped. The people outside the dome seem to watch with terror as to what happened during the duel, but Harry can't focus on that now.
''Are you here to reap him?'' Harry chokes out, clinging to Tom's body while his eyes never leave the soul next to Lord Death.
''I was,'' Death responds, and Harry pushes a hand on his mouth to stop the sobbing that is wrecking his body.
He can't believe that after everything, he will lose Tom. For some reason, he has always seemed bigger than life. Since they have been in each other's lives, Tom just seemed immortal to Harry.
But that just has been wishful thinking for Harry, because Harry knows as Master of Death he will be the one that's immortal. How is he supposed to survive that without Tom by his side?
''Dad, I-I can't-'' Harry chokes on his words again, his eyes still focused on Tom's soul, afraid that it will disappear in seconds.
Tom's soul seems to be crying, but body-less souls can't talk, so even if his mouth is moving, Harry doesn't understand him. If they were in Death's realm, he could've understood the soul. But at this moment, he can't.
Harry reaches out with his hand, hoping to feel his soul, Tom's spirit, and Tom's magic one more time.
''I know, Little one. He'll need a tether to the mortal realm,''
Harry shakes his head mournfully and his eyes full of tears. ''All the Horcruxes. They're gone.'' He whispers, grasping Tom's soul fingers even if they feel like smoke.
''Not all.'' Death simply replies. Looking steadily at Harry, willing him to understand the implication of his words.
Harry looks at him warily before suddenly gasping. Because he is the tether for Tom, he never gave up on the soul shard in his scar. The Horcrux that he's had since he was one year old is still in the Wizarding world.
Tom's soul seems to understand the implication too, and hope is brimming in his eyes.
''Is it enough?'' Harry whispers, not daring to hope.
''It is.'' Death replies before reaching out and touching Harry's head.
Harry feels pain increasing in his head, something seems to unravel in his magic, and he grits his teeth while still holding on to Tom's body.
Death then pulls a thread of something out of Harry's head, and Harry sags, sweating and panting, while Death pushes the thread into Tom's body. He then turns back to Tom's soul and grasps his shoulder again before also pushing it into the body.
For a moment, Harry doesn't think it worked. Because nothing changes about Tom's body. Harry is still cradling it to himself. He doesn't feel Tom's beating heart nor his breathing.
''Dad, he- he isn't-'' Harry's eyes are once again full of tears before he finally feels Tom's chest expand. He stops talking immediately before leaning down to listen to Tom's breathing.
Harry hears Tom gasp en leans back while he puts his hands on Tom's cheeks. Then Tom's eyes open again, and Harry starts to laugh through the tears.
''You're here! You're back!'' Harry rushes out while kissing Tom's forehead. He looks back at Death and sees the man smiling at him.
''Thank you,''
''Anything for you, Little one.'' Death tells him before ruffling his hair. Then Death disappears, and Harry focuses back on Tom.
''Harry-'' Tom whispers. Tom shakes his head as if he can't believe what he's seeing. ''-I love you so much.''
Harry freezes at the words. He can't believe them for a moment. But then anger twists his gut.
The utter and idiotic git!
''I love you? I love you?! You freaking arsehole! Why would you wait until you're dying before declaring your fucking love to me!?'' Harry shrieks, already trying to pull away from Tom. He can't believe this!
But Tom pulls him back with a laugh, and when Harry meets his eyes again, he sees the emotions swirling in Tom's eyes.
''I will tell you I love you every day, for the rest of our lives if you'll have me,'' Tom whispers seriously.
Harry freezes for a moment before leaning his head against Tom's.
''I was so scared to lose you,'' Harry shakes his head a little before pulling back, wiping his thumb over Tom's cheekbone. ''I love you too.''
Tom smiles and pulls Harry in for a searing kiss. Harry lets out a noise of surprise before melting into the perfection of Tom's lips.
They both startle when suddenly applause and cheers erupt around them. Both not having noticed that time had started again.
''You know what, I think we should go home,'' Harry tells Tom warily. Tom nods enthusiastically before pulling Harry even closer. Harry feels the telltale sign of apparating in his stomach and breaths a sigh of relief when they land in their own bedroom at the mansion.
He's still holding Tom close, but Tom doesn't seem to mind. He just twists in Harry's hold and starts kissing Harry's cheek, nibbles on his jaw, and sucks a mark on his neck.
Harry groans loudly before waving his hand and removing both their clothes quickly. He then twists them again, so Tom falls back on their bed.
Tom smiles wickedly at him and rubs his hands over Harry's hips, where Harry is straddling him.
''What do you want, Sweetheart?'' Tom whispers. Harry bites his lip to hold in a moan. He loves it when Tom calls him sweetheart.
''At this moment, I just want you, hard and fast, and after I will take hours to take you apart, I want to bury myself so deep beneath your skin that you will never be rid of me-'' Harry tells him breathlessly, blushing because he feels exposed in his honesty.
Tom is silent for a moment before almost attacking Harry's lips.
''I'm going to make it so good for you, Sweetheart. I love you. I love you so much,'' Tom says in a whisper before whispering two spells. Harry jolts a little on top of him when he feels he's being cleaned and slicked up.
Harry moved his hips, wanting more friction and groaning when his member lined up with Tom's. Tom's fingers began probing his ass a little, and Harry leaned into the touch. Moaning when Tom's finger breached him.
''Want to feel your hands all over me,'' Harry says in Tom's ear before groaning when Tom pushes another finger in.
''I can't wait to feel you filling me up again. I love that feeling, love you,'' Harry is babbling. He knows he is, but he doesn't care, and if he reads Tom's frantic movements correctly, he doesn't mind either.
Tom is fucking him with his fingers, moaning loudly and bucking his hips. Eager and impatient to be in Harry again.
''Yeah, like this, fuck, you feel so good, Tom-Baby,'' Harry chokes out with closed eyes.
Tom's control snapped, and he twists them. Harry is now staring at the ceiling before moaning loudly when Tom leans down to take Harry's cock in his mouth while still fucking him with his fingers.
Harry throws his head back on the bed, lost in the pleasure.
''Feels amazing. You're perfect for me, baby, so perfect-'' Harry groans out, trying to hold on while he's being taken apart by Tom's mouth and fingers. He doesn't want to finish already. He wants to come when Tom is buried inside of him.
''Fucking Salazar... Sweetheart,'' Tom groans before pulling out his fingers and slicking up his cock.
He's a little sloppy in his eagerness to sink into Harry's heat, but Harry doesn't care.
They both groan loudly when Tom bottoms out. He keeps still for a couple of moments until Harry twists his hips a little. Tom takes it as a declaration that he's ready and starts slowly, but that only lasts for about two or three thrusts.
Because then Harry is talking again.
''Please, baby, harder, want to feel you, please-'' Harry chokes out a cry when Tom does exactly as Harry asked.
''Yes, yes, yes, just like that,''
Tom is panting above him, and Harry pulls him a little down so he can kiss him again. However, it's more sliding their lips together and breathing each other in.
''I love you,'' Harry says again, finding Tom's eyes to let him show he means it. Tom starts fucking harder, and Harry moans, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching in the warmth he feels in his stomach.
Tom starts to shake, and Harry reaches out to grab Tom's shoulders.
''Harry-'' Tom groans before he reaches down and takes Harry's cock in his hand. Tom seems almost lost. His expression is open, and his eyes are sincere. Harry shivers from the emotions that swirl in those blue debts.
''Come for me, Sweetheart, please,'' Tom asks huskily, and Harry can't do anything else but obey. He clenches down on Tom's cock that is still pounding inside him, and Harry revels in the feeling of Tom freezing above him with a deep groan before he feels Tom's cock pulsing inside of him.
Everything goes silent around him for a moment. The tip of his fingers tingle, and when Harry opens his eyes again, he sees the top of Tom's head on his chest.
He leans down and starts placing kisses everywhere he can reach.
''Love you too,'' Tom tells him, sounding a little sleepy, and Harry smiles while his whole body warms up on the inside.
Harry's fingers dance over Tom's spine, only wanting to touch and not wanting to move at all now Tom is warm in his arms again.
He almost lost Tom today, and it's something that goes in a loop through his head.
The green spell connecting with Tom's chest and Tom falling down. Then thankfully, Death who came to save the day.
''I meant it, you know,'' Tom whispers, and Harry frowns for a moment, not knowing what Tom means.
Tom lifts his head and kisses Harry softly.
''If you'll have me, I will tell you every day how much I love you,'' Tom tells him, and Harry smiles.
''We're already in this together. And I'm not ready to let you go.'' Harry tells him honestly.
Tom lets out an irritated sigh. ''Not what I meant, Sweetheart.''
This time Harry frowns. Tom pulls slowly out of him, and he hisses before Tom cleans them up with a muttered spell.
He then sits on his knees and pulls at Harry's hand so he will sit up with him.
''It was more of a question, Harry,'' Tom tells him, sounding amused.
''I didn't hear a question in that,'' Harry snarks back, making Tom roll his eyes. Harry can't help but smile at the sight.
''Harry-'' Tom shifts a little and holds Harry's hand in both of his now. ''-do you want to be with me for the rest of our lives?''
''Are you asking me to marry you?'' Harry asks, and it almost seems like the words have been pushed out of him.
''I am, and if you want to be my bonded, marrying is such a muggle say-'' Tom can't even finish his fond exasperation when he's tackled to the bed again by Harry.
''Yes! Of course, you idiot!''
They stay in bed for a long time, and when Sirius opens the door, demanding what happened with Dumbledore, he sees a lot more than he was ready for.
Itty bitty tiny epilogue:
''I never expected to have this.'' Death says to Harry.
''What didn't you expect?'' Harry replies with a frown, they are still walking, and he leans a little closer to Death to whisper. Not wanting to be overheard.
''This-'' Death waves a hand around to embody what he means. ''-I think this is the closest I have ever become to happiness.'' Death says with a small smile. Harry chuckles and looks around him. He looks at all his friends and family that have gathered for his bonding.
And there, at the end of the aisle, Tom is waiting for him.
''So you're telling me that you're happy because I'm happy?'' Harry asks a little incredulously but also full of fondness and amusement.
''Yes, because my adopted child is marrying a man that would have become his enemy in another life, but here you are, choosing him above all others, and I see how you two are with each other. You know each other, all the good things and all the bad. You will choose him day after day, and you will choose him until the end of time until you die and don't want to come back to this life anymore.'' Death tells him with a sigh.
''Because of that, I'm hopeful for the future, for the first time in a long time.''
Harry can see what it means to Death, and he can't help but grin at the deity next to him, who is giving him away to his soon-to-be husband / bonded.
''And it all started because you chose me,'' Harry replies with a chuckle.
Death laughs softly. ''Death's chosen child, they will talk about you for eons-''
''Dammit, I was hoping for some peace.'' Harry groans, but he can't help but smile, too happy for anything to bring him down.
Death snorts before waving his hand in Tom's general direction. Tom seems excited and nervous but is smiling broadly.
''You will never have peace with the man you chose. He will keep you on your toes.'' Death says, and he sounds amused, though, something Harry wouldn't have expected from Death.
Harry grins when his green eyes meet Tom's blue ones at the other end of the aisle. ''I don't want it any other way.''
The End!