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Currently working on chapter 15, the last chapter. I like to write ahead, gives me time to recheck everything for mistakes, and in case I don't get feedback, I'm not discouraged to not write anymore lol.

WARNING: SPANKING in this chapter! (And Godric & Aurelius being assholes)

Happy Thanksgiving! ;)


"Let me go! Let me fucking go!", he kicked, and struggled with all his might, but Gryffindor's grip was merciless- and there was nothing he could do, he was absolutely helpless- and it made him angry. So damn angry!

They had apparated to Gryffindor Manor, right after Gryffindor had let him get Bacon from upstairs, and now the puppy was running around the huge entrance hall, barking at the pictures on the wall with curiosity.

"We are going to deal with your appearance first, Thomas", Gryffindor informed him, his voice cold, "from now on, you will make sure you look absolutely spotless- your hair nicely combed, your teeth brushed, and your clothes clean. I am not going to have you walking around looking like some lower-class street kid."

"Why the fuck do you care? I like how I look, and I won't change that! You cannot make me, you bas…"

He was not able to finish his curse because Gryffindor easily turned him around, and then he delivered a hard swat to his backside, "keep it up and you'll go straight over my knees, Thomas", and now his voice was icy, "and I can make you- and I will. Let's go."

"FUCK YOU!"

Gryffindor laughed, he actually laughed, "I see- you really want to get spanked, hmm? Don't worry, there's going to be plenty of spankings in your near future- but for now, we will get you dressed", and then he picked him up, and even though Tom tried to punch him, the Founder just carried him up the stairs, eventually stopping in one of the biggest bathrooms Tom had ever seen.

"I'm not gonna do this shit! Just let me go! I was fine where I was! You always have to ruin everything, Gryffindor!", he was screaming now, but he did not care, "I don't want my magical powers back anymore, I…I wanna revise the contract!"

"It's a little late for that, Thomas", Gryffindor responded calmly, carefully putting him back on his feet, "now, are you going to behave and get undressed or do I need to help you?"

The boy started to tremble, staring at him with raw hatred in his eyes, "you touch me and I'll kill you!"

The Founder smiled, "I'll take that as a no then- you won't behave. You will though- eventually."

"Keep dreaming, asshole!"

That turned out to be a mistake- because Gryffindor grabbed him again, and then he swatted his backside three times, the sound of it echoing in the big room, "every time you curse, you'll get spanked", he informed the boy, "and if you keep disrespecting me, I'll put you under a Silencio, understand?"

Tom did not respond, he just kept staring at him, his eyes red with fury.

"I said do you understand, Thomas?", he sounded dangerous now, his voice dark and threatening, and Tom balled his hands into fists, "I'm not deaf, so yeah, I understand", he spat out, "now leave me alone, I don't…"

He stopped mid-sentence when he suddenly heard the door open behind him, and then someone came closer.

"Well, who do we have here? Nasty clothes, nasty hair, and a nasty attitude- you must be Thomas", Aurelius stepped closer, an expression of pure disgust on his face, "get in the shower, Thomas."

Tom let out a bitter laugh, "really? You think I have to listen to you? I don't fucking know you, you little…", he bit his lips when Gryffindor casually delivered another swat to his backside, "just…leave me alone!"

"So demanding", Aurelius' brown eyes were sparkling with amusement, "I think it's about time you learn your place, little boy", and then they both grabbed him, and before Tom had the chance to process what was happening, he was in the shower- and then Aurelius turned the water on, making him howl in shock.

"It's cold! It's fucking cold! Stop! Let me out! I'm freezing!"

"Hmmm…can't be that freezing if you are still able to talk, Thomas", Aurelius remarked, turning the water even colder, "there you go…this is going to cool that temper of yours very quickly", and they both kept holding him, forcing him to endure the cold shower, and the water kept splashing down on him, soaking his hair, and his clothes, and his naked feet.

"LET ME GO!"

"Time to get you nice and clean, Thomas", Aurelius' voice was soft, "let's get those filthy clothes off you", and he started to pull down his pants, and Tom cried out in rage, "no! Stop! Don't! I don't want that!"

Gryffindor had stepped back, letting his oldest take over, and Aurelius kept holding the struggling boy, and then he gently pulled down his pants, and took off his shirt, and seconds later, Tom was standing in the shower absolutely naked, his thin, bruised body shivering from the cold.

"We will need to feed you up good", Aurelius remarked, eyeing him critically, "you are way too thin. Do you ever eat anything else than that greasy fast food at that pub?"

"None of your damn business!"

Aurelius sighed, and then he forced him to bend over, letting the icy water run down his neck, "would you like to try that again, Thomas?"

The boy stifled a sob, hating the sensation of the cold water running down his neck, "fuck you!"

Instead of replying, the older boy delivered a hard swat to his bare backside, and Tom howled, "stop that, you bastard! Just lemme go! What you even want from me?"

"Answering my question would be a good start, Thomas", Aurelius responded calmly, "what do you usually eat?"

"I…I eat at the pub, I get the leftovers, and sometimes, I go to the market on the weekends, they have good sales there!", Tom blurted out, desperate to get away from the cold water, "lemme go! So cold!"

Aurelius ignored his request, his grip still tight, "what kind of sales, Thomas?"

The boy let out an angry sob, "there's people who sell candy there, buy one box, you get the second half price, and it's just a couple bucks, real cheap."

Aurelius stifled a smile, "so you eat fast food and candy- no wonder you are so pale and skinny- no muscles, you're just skin and bones."

"So what? I like how I look! Don't need to be to your liking!", the boy spat out, reminding Aurelius more and more of a wild, untamed animal, and he slowly reached over, turning the warm water on, "thank you for answering my question, Thomas", he kept his tone even, wanting the boy to realize that being obedient came with rewards, "let's get you clean, and then you will go to bed. It is too late for little boys to be up."

The boy mumbled something, clearly happy about the warm water streaming down his body now, and he did not even flinch when Aurelius grabbed a bar of soap and a sponge and started to wash his body quickly and efficiently. It actually was not as bad as he had expected it to be, and he was too busy enjoying the warmth on his skin anyways than worrying about what Aurelius did to him.

"All clean", Aurelius eventually announced, sounding pleased. He turned the water off, and then Tom got lifted out of the bathtub, and Gryffindor was there, holding what looked like the fluffiest towel on earth, and Tom suddenly realized how tired he was.

He let Gryffindor dry him off without protest, almost falling asleep in the process, and the Founder smiled, "good boy", he murmured, "I knew you could be obedient if you wanted to."

Tom just blinked at him sleepily, too tired to care at this point, and then Aurelius came back, carrying some green pajamas that looked like they were made out of silk, and he helped him getting them on, and then took him by the hand, leading him to the bedroom next door.

The canopy bed was simply enormous, and the sheets looked fluffy, and cozy, and Tom did not even hesitate to climb in.

"Want…Bacon…", he mumbled, closing his eyes, "need…Bacon…"

Aurelius just smiled, "you can have bacon for breakfast tomorrow morning, little boy", he told him quietly, not knowing that Bacon was the name of his dog, "time to sleep now for little boys. Goodnight, Thomas."

Tom grunted something, the sheets were so soft, and he was warm, and his tummy was full- and seconds later, he was asleep.

He slept without waking once, dreaming happily, and when he woke up eventually, he felt well rested and warm.

But he was also angry. Very angry.

Who did Gryffindor think he was, kidnapping him like that? Forcing him to take a shower, forcing all of this onto him- and where the fuck was Bacon? He needed to find his dog and then get the hell out of this place.

Not bothering to get dressed or comb his hair, Tom stormed out of the room, running down the hallway. He had no idea where he was, but he figured that he would find a staircase eventually- and he did.

There was a smell in the air, and it smelled like eggs, bacon, and sausages, and his mouth began to water.

Don't get distracted, get Bacon and leave!

He made it to the dining room, which was big enough to be called a hall, and both Gryffindor and Aurelius were there, acting completely casual- like last night had not even happened.

"Where's my dog?", Tom hissed at them, his face an expression of anger, "I want my dog!"

"Good morning to you as well, Thomas", Gryffindor's voice was mild, "is there a reason why you are not dressed appropriately? If you want to be spanked that badly, you can just tell me."

The boy trembled in fury, "I'll just get my dog and be on my way!", he spat out, "not gonna stay here a second longer!"

"Oh, you will- one month, to be exact, just like you have agreed to in the contract", Gryffindor's voice was still very calm, and it irritated the hell out of Tom, "go take a shower and get dressed- and then you will eat some breakfast."

"That contract's bullshit, you tricked me! And I already took a shower!"

"Contract is contract- and you will take a shower every morning, and a bath every night- last night was an exception. Now go and do what I told you, my patience is not endless, Thomas."

Tom turned white with anger, and before he could stop himself, he turned around, yanked down his pajama pants and showed Gryffindor his exposed butt in mockery, "that's dressed appropriately around assholes like you!"

Later, he wished he had not done that- but it was too late now.

"Come here, Thomas", Gryffindor sounded like he was about to explode, and even though the tone of his voice terrified Tom, he was secretly pleased that he had managed to get a reaction out of the Founder.

Not so calm and casual anymore, hmm?

"Nah, I think I go back upstairs- you told me to get dressed, right?", he replied with fake bravado, his terror growing when he saw Gryffindor slowly getting up.

"That's enough", his voice was low, but that did not make him sound less dangerous, "I am not going to have you disrespect me like this in my own home. You will learn, and you will obey me, Thomas", and before Tom could turn around and run, Gryffindor had grabbed him, and then he pulled him along, and he was stumbling, his pants still at his ankles, "my…my pants, I…"

"Don't worry, they can stay down for what I am going to do with you", he sounded sarcastic, and Tom, who had an idea now where this was going, started to struggle, "no! Let me go!"

"We've already been past this, I thought- you will stay for a month, and you will behave- just like Salazar wants you to."

Tom stopped struggling for a second, his eyes widening in shock, "this…was Salazar's idea? He…he wants you to…treat me like this?"

"To discipline and teach you, yes", Gryffindor responded grimly, feeling a pang of guilt now for dragging his partner into this- Salazar had no idea actually that he had taken the boy in last night since he was still sleeping.

"I want to talk to him, I want…"

"You have nothing to want anymore, Thomas- all you have to do is behave", Gryffindor interrupted him coldly, pulling the small boy across his lap, "you will get ten this morning- and you will count them loud and clear- and if I am not satisfied, I will repeat it until I am, understand?"

"You're crazy! This is crazy!"

Smack.

"Try again, Thomas", he sounded outright livid now, and Tom's heart sank.

"I…I understand", he mumbled, hating himself for giving in- but he needed this to be over quickly, so he could find Bacon and run away.

"Good. Start counting, then."

Smack.

Tom closed his eyes, "o…one", he said quietly, the humiliation forming a lump in his throat. This was horrible- he had never been spanked before, and he felt so small, and weak, laying across Gryffindor's lap with an exposed backside, getting smacked.

Smack.

"Two."

Smack.

"Three."

Smack.

"Ff…our, I can't…"

"You can and you will, Thomas- let this be a lesson to you", Gryffindor sounded completely unmoved, and then his hand came down again.

Smack.

"Five! Five!"

He bucked, his butt was already reddening, and they were only halfway done- this was a nightmare.

Smack.

He sobbed, "six, just…stop, I…"

"I asked you to count, not to talk, Thomas."

Smack.

"Se…seven! No…more…"

Of course, Gryffindor ignored his plea, and his hand- which Tom was certain by now was made out of iron- came down again.

Smack.

He cried out in pain, "aaahhh…ei...eig…eight!"

Smack.

"Nineeeee, please, I…"

Smack.

Tom screamed, his backside felt like it was on fire, and he kept screaming, and struggling, and Gryffindor held him tight, not even allowing him to move one inch.

"I am waiting for you to count, Thomas."

You bastard, how can you be so calm about this? Fucking sadist!

He stifled another sob, desperately trying not to humiliate himself any further in front of the Founder, "t…ten", he whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming.

"All done, Thomas- now thank me for disciplining you."

Whatthefuck?

His body stiffened, "thank…you…for…disciplining me", he eventually said through clenched teeth, his face red with shame.

I hate you, Gryffindor. I fucking hate you!

The Founder carefully pulled his pants back up, and then he put him back on his feet, "not very convincing", he remarked, "I feel like you still think you did not deserve to be punished- but maybe some time by yourself will help you figure out your position here- show him his thinking chamber, Aurelius, please."

"My pleasure, Father", the boy sounded smug, and then he grabbed his arm, "come on, Thomas- I've wasted enough of my time with you already. Some people do have to work, you know", and now he sounded scornful, and Tom hung his head.

He liked to pretend that he did not care that everyone thought he was a pathetic waste of space, a looser and a criminal, but right then, he would have given about anything for Aurelius not to think that about him- and he did not even know why.

The older boy led him through another hallway, down a staircase, and when Tom realized that he was taken him to the basement, it was already too late.

It was dark down here, dark and cold, and there were so many doors, and so many rooms, it felt like a maze- and Tom got dizzy just from looking around, and Aurelius walked fast, not giving him any time to catch his breath.

Eventually, he stopped at what looked like a completely furnished prison cell- there was a small bed, a sink, a toilet, a chair, and even a tiny table. The cell had bars on two sides, and the other two sides were solid stonewall. There was a small window above the bed, too far to reach, that lightened up the room a little, just enough to see and read- not that there were any books or things to entertain himself.

"This is where you will stay whenever my father feels like you need some time to think about your behavior", Aurelius told him, unlocking the door, "and if I were you, I would start behaving- or you will stay down here for quite some time."

"Just let me go, I swear, I won't make any trouble, I just take Bacon and leave, and you never have to see me again!", Tom blurted out, panic rising inside him, "and please, let me see Bacon, he's probably out of his mind with worry, he…"

"Your dog's fine- he seemed fairly happy when I saw him this morning, playing in the shed with some of the guard dogs, and he was definitely not out of his mind with worry", Aurelius was mocking him now, "you thought that mutt was crying his eyes out missing you? He's an animal, Thomas- happy to see anyone giving him food. You are nothing special to him", and then he pushed him inside the cell, locking it, "enjoy your time down here- and go ahead and scream and cry and curse all you want, no one will hear you", and then he turned around, whistling some annoying tune, and Tom was- alone.

He sank down next to the bed, trembling.

You are nothing special.

Nothing special.

Nothing special…

He balled his hands into fists, and then he bit into his fist, hard, but the tears came anyway.

"I know you miss me, Bacon", he whispered, "I know you do. You won't forget about me that easily."

His eyes filled with tears quickly, and soon later, he was silently crying.

I wish I never talked to Gryffindor. I wish I just left, went to Cornwall with Bacon, and I'd be happy then…we would have a good life.

The thoughts were racing in his mind, and eventually, he collapsed onto the bed, hiding his face in the small pillow.

I don't want to stay here!

He was still in his pajamas, and he was hungry and cold, and after he had realized that there was no way out of his cell, he quickly grew bored.

It was absolutely quiet down here, and the window only showed parts of the sky, so he could not even distract himself with that, and there was nothing to do- he only had his thoughts to entertain himself.

Tom ended up spending most of his day curled into a ball on the bed, his hunger growing, and the silence around him was about to drive him insane.

He did not know how much time had passed until he finally heard footsteps coming closer.

"Had some time to think, Thomas?", Gryffindor was looking at him, a sardonic smile on his lips, "anything…you would like to tell me?"

Tom knew the Founder was waiting for an apology- well, he had no intention to apologize. He had not done anything wrong.

"I've got nothing to say to you."

Gryffindor merely raised an eyebrow, he did not seem surprised, "suit yourself- I'll ask you again tomorrow, Thomas. Maybe spending the night down here will help you talk", and then he turned around, and without saying anything else, he left.

Tom stared after him in misery, he wanted to yell after him, and ask about Bacon- but then he remembered Aurelius' words again.

He's an animal, Thomas- happy to see anyone giving him food. You are nothing special to him.

And maybe he really wasn't- maybe Bacon was happier around other dogs, outside, where he could sniff fresh air and dig holes- instead of being cramped in that room above the pub or being locked up in here with him. Maybe he had been selfish to think that Bacon would care about him.

He pressed his face deeper into the pillow, biting his lips from crying out loud, and at some point, he fell asleep.

Gryffindor did come back the next day- the next morning, actually.

"Do you have anything to say to me now, Thomas?"

Tom blinked sleepily, he had slept like shit- but during his hours and hours of sitting in the cell by himself, he had also realized something.

He cannot lock me up in here forever- and he has to feed me at some point.

Tom was used to go hours and even days without much nutrition- and that came to help him now. He could handle this, he was used to being cold, and he was used to not eating much, and he was very much used to being alone.

"I've got nothing to say to you."

This time, Gryffindor did look surprised- and it gave Tom a small sense of victory.

Did not expect that, eh, Gryffindor?

"I am not going to let you out until you apologize, Thomas."

"I've got nothing to say to you", Tom repeated, managing to make his voice sound smug- and he loved the reaction Gryffindor showed- he was fuming.

"I won't be feeding you either- and if you are thirsty, feel free to drink the water from the sink. Thin as you are, I doubt that you can go long without any nutrition- you'll be begging me soon enough, Thomas."

Tom did not respond, grinning inwardly. Gryffindor was wrong, so wrong…because he was so thin, he was used to go without food…not the other way around.

"I will see you tomorrow morning, Thomas."

"I cannot wait", he was clearly being sarcastic, and that seemed to irritate the Founder even more.

Good.

Gryffindor shot him another, scornful glance, and then he left- and Tom drank some water from the sink, and then he spread out on his bed, quietly humming to himself. If he kept drinking a lot of water, he could probably go another day without any food- or he would pass out before, and then Gryffindor would have to deal with that mess.

He grinned thinking about that. For some reason, Gryffindor seemed obsessed with teaching him obedience- he would soon realize that he was a lost cause and give up. No one had ever succeeded in turning him into a good boy- why would Gryffindor?

Tom yawned, deciding to take another nap- and when he woke up hours later, he could hear footsteps again, slowly coming closer.

It's morning already? Geez, how long did I sleep for?

The footsteps came even closer, and they sounded different from Gryffindor's footsteps earlier for some reason- and Tom, who had expected Gryffindor or Aurelius, blinked in surprise when the person stopping in front of his cell now turned out to be no one else than- Sirius Black, Gryffindor's youngest son.

And all he could do was stare.

What the fuck is he doing here?


Sirius is a good guy here ;)

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Antonie :)