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"She looks gorgeous!" Sabine squeaked and Harry could only agree as he watched his grandmother walk towards the altar. He smiled at Tom, who eyes quickly glanced at him before eyeing the lucky couple again. On the outside the Dark Lord seemed serenity itself, but the brunet knew him well enough to see the uneasiness in his those brown orbs.
'Surrounded by Gryffindors,' the youngster chuckled and received another glance. Harold's wedding was completely the opposite of Walburga's. While the Blacks wanted to show off with their wealth, the Potters kept it cosy and small at a petite chapel with only about two dozen guests, including one very uneasy Slytherin. The ceremony was just as short and the reception was at Harold's – now also Marian's – house. Afterwards they got a couple of hours to come to themselves before they were expected for the evening party.
The evening passed quickly for Harry as he kept flying through the room between the newlywed couple, Septimus, who sometimes was accompanied by Perry and Sabine, and of course Dumbledore. Tom just got dragged everywhere with him until later in the evening when he got addressed about his work. More than happy to be able to talk about politics he let the youngster dart around by himself. The brunet was certain the Dark Lord was even gladder with his newfound public when Hagrid arrived and Harry couldn't help but talk to the half giant whenever he could. By the time they arrived home again, the youngster was dead tired and Tom had to admit it hadn't been that bad.
"They liked the charms," was the last thing Harry said before snuggling against the other, whose chest vibrated as he chuckled.
-THTH-
On the thirty-first of July Harry woke up to kisses all over his body and he squeaked as Tom reached the sensitive part between his legs. Getting licked all over the inside of his tights, he was hard before he had completely woken up. "Tom," he whined and could feel the other smirk against his leg. Finally his head got a short lick and a moan slipped from his lips. Encouraged the Dark Lord took the youngster's length completely in his mouth and started doing wonders. The brunet didn't last long and came inside the other's mouth. The politician crawled upwards and kissed the other's jaw line.
"Happy Birthday." Harry could only laugh happily as he wrapped his arms around the Dark Lord.
"Let's freshen up," he suggested and Tom was quick to agree. They spend another round in the bathroom before truly cleaning themselves and coming down for breakfast. A very diverse meal waited on them with a chipper looking house-elf standing beside the table.
"Happy Birthday, Master!" Dopper cheered and Harry's smile widened.
"It looks lovely," the youngster smiled and sat down. The elf immediately started buzzing around the kitchen again as the Dark Lord joined the other at the table. The brunet chose a pancake to start with and pilled one on his plate. Next he grabbed the syrup but before he could pour it on his pancake, Tom was holding out a small wrapped present in front of him. Curious the syrup ended back on the table and Harry accepted the gift. Carefully opening it he pulled out four tickets to the Quidditch finals. "How did you get these?! They were sold out!" he called out stunned.
"I've ordered those months ago," the politician replied with a smile on his lips.
"Thank you, thank you!" the youngster couldn't restrain his happiness any longer and repeatedly kissed the other in gratitude. "Who should we ask to join us?"
"Your choice." Brown eyes happily took in his reaction.
"Ignatius and Alex; it would be a rememberable last trip before college starts," Harry decided excited and kissed the politician again.
-THTH-
"That was amazing!" Ignatius called out as he skipped on the large grass field with the other three behind him.
"It certainly was," Alex agreed and his friend stopped at the tent they would be sharing tonight.
"Abraxas' expecting us at his after party," Tom informed them as he pointed to a large white tent a couple of tents away.
'If that's the outside, how large is the inside?' Harry wondered as the politician moved them closer to it. Once inside they got greeted by the host and each received a pint of beer. Ignatius quickly led them to the dance floor and started dancing with the nearest girl. Tom wrapped his arm around the youngster, keeping him close while Alex moved to the bar. All too quickly Crabbe had join in on the conversation about the just played Quidditch's match. Harry took another gulp from his beer before turning around and pressing his hips against Tom's. He started swaying to the music, guiding the other until they completely lost themselves to the beat, the alcohol or each other. As more people entered the tent the mood got drunker by the minute and the entire night passed in a happy blur for the youngster. When he finally fell asleep in the early hours of the new dawning day a huge smile was etched on his face as the Dark Lord's arm was loosely draped around him.
-THTH-
Making his way through the corridors, Harry manoeuvred towards the fireplaces in the main hall of the college when the call of his name stopped him. Turning around a huge smile appeared on his lips as he saw Harold walking towards him. "You survived your first month!" his grandfather happily said when they shook hands.
"Yes and gotten enough homework to last six!" Harold laughed at the face he made.
"They do that to test the new meat but don't worry it gets better. I almost didn't recognize you." The youngster had to laugh at that.
"That was kind of the point," he answered as he fingered his hair. His natural black locks curled around his finger. "It keeps me under the radar, a little at least."
"It looks good," Harold assured him.
"So how's married life?" his grandson changed the subject with a teasing smile.
"Mark my words, it's wonderful! To be able to call that one person your own, it's magical," he sighed happily, making Harry want to squeal.
"Harold!" one of the older Potter's comrades called for him to hurry.
"I've got another class," Harold explained, "we'll catch up next time."
"Definitely," his grandson watched him go with a smile on his face.
-THTH-
Still smiling Harry entered his home, practically skipping. "Good afternoon, Master," Dopper greeted him.
"Hi Dopper, Tom's still in the office I take?"
"No Master, Master has returned with a guest one hour ago." At that the youngster stopped and blinked surprised at the house-elf.
"Oh, I should go and greet them then," he decided and his feet moved again. Stopping in front of the door he figured it was probably Abraxas before knocking and opening it. His eyes moved to the Dark Lord's desk and the smile fell from his face. Tom was leaning over a book on his desk with the lovely torture expert Miss Black beside him.
'Too close, she's too close!' Harry's mind screamed out. What made the sight even worse was that they didn't seem to notice him and happily continued with their little get-together. "We've got company I see," the youngster accentuated the 'we' and finally those brown eyes focused on him. He didn't like the excited glint in them.
"Marvolo!" the Dark Lord called out as he straightened his posture and Miss Black quickly followed his example.
"Good afternoon," she politely greeted and the Auror-to-be's feet carried him to the other two.
"Elladora brought some books about her profession," Tom explained excited and didn't note Harry's frown. Their guest did and took a defensive stance.
"Great," the sarcasm did get noticed by the politician and realisation settled in his brown orbs.
"Thank you for bringing them by," he turned to Miss Black, who nodded in understanding.
"If you have any questions you can always stop by the Ministry." Tom gave her a smile. "The fastest way to learn is to watch after all," she continued quickly glancing at the youngster.
"Doing it yourself is even better," the Dark Lord corrected and the woman smirked at him.
"Correct of course."
"I'll walk you out," the politician raised his hand – just not touching her back – and guided her to the fireplace.
"Have a nice evening," she wished Harry, who was trying very hard to not combust her with his eyes. Miss Black disappeared in the flames while the youngster strode over to the desk. His eyes immediately zoomed in on an anatomic picture of the eyes. Beside it was described how to add mental tortured to the physical. His stomach turned just reading it. An arm slipped around his waist as another moved over his arm to the book.
"I know you don't like this subject," Tom said as he took the cover out of Harry's hand and closed the book.
"And you know why," came the response in a quiet voice.
"It's only an interest, I'm not going to practice it," the politician assured him before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Tom picked up the books and walked to his cupboard where he gave them a place.
"She would be more than happy to let you," Harry said a little harsh and the other turned to him in surprise.
"Harry, I'm not above the law. I don't want to end up in Azkaban." It helped that he meant it. "If I get kidnapped again it could be useful to know which game they're playing." That made the impact it meant too.
"You're not getting kidnapped again," the youngster moved to the other and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I won't let them," he stated and got a smirk as reaction.
"My personal Auror is going to protect me?"
"Of course I am!" The arms tightened their grip and the smirk turned into a small smile.
"I can't wait to see you in your Auror uniform." Blue charmed eyes widened before narrowing playfully.
"You're cleaning it afterwards!"
"Gladly," came the smart reply and Harry burst out in laughter.
-THTH-
Time past quickly with Harry concentrating on his studies and Tom on his carrier. By the time the youngster graduated Alex had gotten married, Ignatius had gotten engaged to a French witch, Walburga was pregnant with her first child and the Dark Lord was running for Minister. When he arrived home from his first day as an official Auror, Harry just wanted to cuddle up against the politician and let sleep claim him. As he entered the living room he found the other waiting on him on the couch, passing time with a book. With a huff he dropped his case before walking over to the sofa without getting a reaction out of the other, but he knew the Dark Lord was aware of his presence. Sitting down on the cushions the politician's arm suddenly wrapped around him and the youngster got pulled close against a warm body. Tom didn't look up once, but his tight grip said enough.
"Only paperwork today," Harry sighed and the brown eyes finally shifted to him as the book got closed.
"You'll be seeing action in no time," the Dark Lord leaned towards him and pecked him on the lips.
"I hope so," he pouted before he lightened up again. "I've been put at the same post as Harold." The politician cocked his head.
"You're going to be working together?"
"When our shifts align… and if we click," the Auror answered before lying his head on the other's shoulder and snuggled as close as he could. It had been a long day and it didn't take long for him to drowse off.
"Let's get something to eat," Tom awoke him with a kiss to his forehead. Blinking in surprise Harry straightened himself and looked confused at the darkness crowding the house outside. "You must be hungry," the politician got up and eyed the youngster in a waiting posture. Quickly the Auror got to his feet and his hand got caught in a gentle grip. The Dark Lord pulled him along to the kitchen where Dopper had set the table.
-THTH-
"Congratulations!" Harry cheered as he handed Ignatius his engagement present.
"Thank you! I'm so glad you're here!" Parkinson grabbed the packet and pushed it on the nearby table. "Please help me," he grabbed the youngster's hands while eyeing him pitiful.
"Euh, okay." Green eyes glanced at the man beside him, but Tom just blinked at him.
"Can you settle down Madam Prince?" That made both guests' eyebrows rise. "She's been all over the place with what happened with her granddaughter."
"Eileen did it?!" Harry sounded to enthusiast and got odd looks thrown his way. "She eloped with her muggle?" he lowered his voice and his friend nodded, still supporting the weird look.
"Yes, which her grandmother doesn't like one bit," Alex joined them. "Leticia has gone to relieve Lisabelle, he pointed to his wife behind him. Miss Crabbe was speaking to the bride-to-be and Madam Prince before manoeuvring the French woman away from the elderly. Prince immediately jumped on the first person who walked by her and the lucky chap was Alistair. Clearly Stromay's destination had been their little group when the woman twirled him around and moved him towards the bar.
"Let's remind her that there's nothing wrong with half-bloods," Tom suddenly decided. Meeting the Dark Lord's eyes, Harry realized the politician felt betrayed by Madam Prince's reaction. All of a sudden Tom stepped forwards towards the elder, making the other's eyes widen before sprinting after him. "Madam Prince!" the Dark Lord raised his voice and the woman quickly turned to face him.
"Mr Riddle, a pleasure as usual," she greeted the politician before giving Harry a warm smile. "And Mr Remus of course."
"I heard congratulations are also in order for you," the Dark Lord gave a smile that held a hint of a warning and the woman blinked at him.
"I'm afraid you've lost me."
"Your granddaughter's also getting married," the politician was in full throttle and Madam Prince's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, and I would be happy if she wasn't going behind my back," she hissed.
"Not because Mr Snape is a muggle?" Harry went straight to the point before the two strong figures could start a pointless banter.
"I'll admit that I'd prefer a pure-blood, but more someone who can take care of her!" the woman glared angry at her fist. "That man's no good. He's from a poor family with no future what-so-ever." Tom's expression softened. "Eileen used her magic to get him two jobs and both he ruined!" Madam Prince sneered.
'I never knew,' Harry thought as Severus entered his mind. 'At school he was bullied and his home situation also wasn't to read home about.' Sadness filled the youngster. 'No wonder he ended up the way he did.'
"That man is good for nothing! She's throwing her life away!" the old woman ended her rant and the youngster could only pity her.
"You can't stop love," he said just above a whisper and the woman focused her stern expression on him.
"That's not love!"
"What if it is?" Madam Prince's eyes narrowed. "She's going to need her family either way," Harry sighed.
"Why don't you turn this situation to your benefit?" the Dark Lord questioned and Madam Prince's angry face turned intrigued to him.
"May I question how you see me succeeding in that?"
"Give them the family's support and in exchange you get custody over any children." Green eyes widened as the face briskly turned to face the politician to protest. The old woman beat him with a laugh.
"My dear, no one in my family would want such an addition and I'm an old woman." The youngster was glad that idea got immediately brushed off the table.
"Your muggle-born program would keep an eye on him… or her," Harry quickly corrected himself and two pair of eyes focused on him.
"Of course," Tom praised him with a smile.
"Then can I request that one of you would be godfather to my grandchildren?" Madam Prince quickly asked and both men rapidly turned to her with wide eyes.
"Sure!" Harry was quick to answer as the politician stood dumbfounded. The woman smiled pleased.
"It seems I have a wedding to plan, please excuse me my dears," Madam Prince waved goodbye to them and the Dark lord let out a quiet laugh.
"Only she can use my own words against me," Tom chuckled and Harry gave him a confused look. "Our family has just gotten enlarged." Another quiet laugh followed as the politician's arm crawled around the youngster's waist. Green eyes moved to the retreating back of the old woman and a smile appeared underneath them. Somehow Harry knew things had turned out for the best.
"Thank you! No idea how you did that but thank you!" Ignatius looked like he wanted to hug them.
"Our pleasure," Harry smiled as the Dark Lord chuckled again.
-THTH-
Announced by a knock Abraxas entered Tom's office in Maison Purus. "I've got the mock results," Malfoy said as he handed over the pile of papers he was holding. Tom flipped through them before smirking. The statistics told him he was leading in the race to become the next Minister.
"That will be all, go home Abraxas, your wife's waiting." The blond nodded before walking out of the room. Tom worked another half hour before starting to gather his things as he expected his last visitor to arrive at any minute now. A knock told him she was on time and with a small wave of his wand he opened the door to let Elladora enter.
"Have you finished?" she questioned and the politician nodded "Great, you'll like the one tonight," she smiled and excitement filled the Dark Lord. Together they made the quick transport to the Ministry. Inside Miss Black took the lead and opened access to the lower levels of the building, the most secure levels. Side by side they walked through the dark corridor, which let to one single room, the torturer room. Inside a man – tethered to a chair with magic – waited on them. His eyes shifted from one side to another with clear fright in them.
"Meet Theodore Conduch," Elladora mockingly waved at the man and a smirk pulled at Tom's lips. Miss Black grabbed the papers laying on a small desk placed left from the door. "He's been charged with domestic violence, rape and involuntary manslaughter," she read aloud as the politician started circling the scared man like a leopard would a deer. "His sentence's a lifetime in Azkaban, where he has spent the last five years," Elladora looked up from the pages and met brown eyes.
"He has signed the agreement?" His voice couldn't hide his excitement, which only increased when she nodded. "Mr Conduch," he addressed his prey, whose eyes immediately shifted to him, "you know the conditions. If you survive our little experiment, you'll be released to live as a muggle." Theodore nodded eagerly, for the first time showing another emotion. The Dark Lord's smirk only grew. Every time they showed this emotion at the remembrance of their reward. It intrigued him how they could hold on to such wasteful hope. None had ever survived and none ever would. His wand appeared in his hand and the first spell got the man screaming.
"That's a new one!" Miss Black said impressed before letting Conduch's skin split open before peeling it off.
"Still your favourite," Tom chuckled and the woman shrugged with a teasing smile as she let a rectangle of skin float in the air. Laughing the Dark Lord let his own favourite leave his wand and watched with tainted delight how Theodore screamed it out as his mind supplied him with a loop of his skin getting peeled off. It was just fascinating how the mind could be made to believe the worst possible things. Not to forget the way the body reacts to such intrusion.
"You always go for the mind, don't you," Elladora said with a laugh and now it was the politician's turn to shrug.
"You the body, I the mind," his brown eyes turned to her, "don't we just complete each other?" he teasingly asked and Miss Black let out a loud laugh.
"We certainly do," she agreed between hiccups and his eyes returned to Mr Conduch.
'What to do next?'
-THTH-
'Move left!' Martin Doyle signalled to the left side of the room. Harry nodded and slipped in the corridor surrounding the room. Sneaking around a corner he found a doorway and checked the room for any sign of their target. Cornelius Zanal had been informed a wanted wizard was hiding in an abandoned building and immediately the Aurors had been sent out. It was the first dangerous assignment that the youngster was allowed to join. He had only gotten more excited as he got added to Martin Doyle's team, which already contained Harold. They had performed a quick search of the building and only one room was left, the one they were surrounding. Using his stealth to its full advantage Harry moved in the room behind a couple of wooden containers. From there he used a spell to make the containers penetrable for his eyes and scanned the area.
'Gotcha!' he smiled as a shivering piece of clothing got his attention. He signalled to his superior and magically informed him of their target's whereabouts. Doyle nodded before giving out orders. Harry got stuck with watching and making sure the wizard didn't escape. Harold had to make a distraction and accio'd a rat towards him. The animal immediately started protesting loudly and their target moved away from the sound. The youngster's grandfather signalled him to summon the rat and with a quick spell the animal moved over the ground. Their target watched the rat with large eyes until Harry stopped the creature in front of him and moving it towards him. The wizard screamed and darted backwards away from the protection of an old furnace. Doyle didn't let his chance pass by and stunned the target before the rat reached him. The animal landed on the stiffened belly of the wizard, looked around confused and sniffed before quickly scooting away under a cupboard.
"The target has been captured. Good job boys," Martin straightened still armed with his wand. He moved towards the wizard and smirked down at him as his two teammates joined them. "Not so tough, are you?" A keychain appeared in his hand and he signalled his men to touch it as he kneeled down. All four disappeared after the password was said.
-THTH-
Their target was handed over to the respective Aurors and Martin moved them to Zanal's office. The Head Auror looked up as they entered and let his eyes roam over the three of them. "You've caught him." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," Doyle answered anyway.
"Good job, the two of you are dismissed," Cornelius Zanal pointed to the two Potters, who both quickly complied.
"Martin will give us a positive report," Harold said when the door had closed behind them.
"They gave us an easy target," his grandson shrugged as both started walking towards the relaxation room.
"That's true, that man was an easy to distract scaredy-cat," the older Potter shrugged before his eyes narrowed conspiring. "I wouldn't put it passed them to have released him on purpose for our training."
"You really think they would do that?" It seemed farfetched to the youngster's ears.
"Things have changed since Grindelwald," his grandfather gave as explanation. "They need to be certain their Aurors are up to the task."
"Still, that's dangerous," Harry mumbled as they reached the door of the relaxation room.
"Yes, times have changed," Harold sighed before opening the door and entering, ending the conversation.
-THTH-
"Change is coming! Let me be the one to bring it," Tom paused as applause rose around him. Next he signalled to Abraxas who let the banner behind the Dark Lord drop. "As start of today this group will be known as Seize, because we will seize our future ourselves!" he ended his speech and cheers of excitement filled the room. From the corner of his eyes the politician could see the journalists making pictures while their feathers were penning down every single word said. Harry stood clapping beside his cousin with a proud expression on his face. Tom waved at his followers before walking towards his boy.
"You were great!" the youngster whispered as he wrapped his arm around Harry's waist.
"You like the new name?"
"Definitely, it stands for so much," the youngster smiled at him. "Come on, your admirers want some of your time," the Auror pulled him towards the crowd patiently waiting on him.
-THTH-
"Tonight was a good night," Harry decided as he walked away from the fireplace. The politician undid his robe as he eyed the suit coming in view as the Auror was preforming the same action. Feeling aroused by the sight before him Tom bit his lip. At the moment he couldn't be more than glad he had suggested his boy to drop his alias. The black hair and green eyes just went straight to the Dark Lord's groin.
'He couldn't look more handsome,' the politician's eyes took in the picture before him before zooming in on the tempting ass in the suit trousers.
"Don't stare at my ass!" came the smart answer as green eyes glanced backwards.
"I just can't help myself," Tom shot him a smirk and quickly closed the space between them. His arms rose and his hands slid gently downwards over the youngster's spine to stop on his buttocks. "You do have the best ass ever!" he stated matter-of-fact and Auror burst out in laughter.
"You do know how to woo a man, don't you?" Harry teased him as he pressed his body against the one behind him. His hands automatically moved to the youngster's hips where they got covered by Harry's.
"Only if it works." He could feel the Auror's chuckle against his chest before the youngster pulled away. Glancing backwards again Harry let his jacket slip from his arms.
"I'm so glad we went with suits and not robes," Tom mumbled as he stepped after his boy, who started laughing again.
"Suits under our robes," he corrected while dropping his shirt and a groan escaped from the Dark Lord's lips. "It's the new rage." The moment his boy turned sideways and started opening his pants the politician lost his composure. With a swift movement he had the youngster pressed against a wall with his pants hanging on his knees. Another seductive chuckle got released by the Auror before he raised one of his legs to wrap around the other's waist. A hand found itself kneading the upper leg as lips smashed together. Their clothed lengths were moving against each other until the youngster released both of them in the open. Wrapping his fingers around both their erections, Harry started pumping them. Tom let out an approvable sound as his hips moved in rhythm with the hand and all too quickly he came, releasing his groan in the other's mouth. His boy was quick to follow and the leg dropped to the ground. Catching their breaths their eyes met and laughter filled the air between them again.
"Let's continue in the bedroom," Tom suggested lustful and Harry was quick to agree.
-THTH-
Making certain the Dark Lord looked presentable, Harry moved his hands over the new robe Tom was wearing before nodding his approval. "You look good," he said determined and the politician entwined their hands.
"Don't be nervous," Tom leaned forward to whisper in the youngster's ear and the Auror gave him a small smile. Harry should have known the other knew why he was constantly moving around. It was the best way he knew to keep the paparazzi from noticing his nerves.
"I can't help it," he quietly answered, "this is an important day." The politician pressed a brief kiss to his cheek.
"We don't know the results yet." Green eyes gave him a sarcastic look.
"We all know you're winning, Minister!" he said the title in a teasing voice and Tom gave him a smirk.
"If you say so, it must be true." A kiss got pressed to the youngster's entwined hand.
"Tom!" Abraxas suddenly stood beside them. "The announcement will start in five minutes," the blond informed them with a blank face.
'Seriously, he has a good poker face!' Harry admitted as the Dark Lord guided him after his cousin. They were expected on the right side of the podium – whereon the retiring Minister was having his last speech – while the competition stood on the left side. Taking in the pale middle-aged man who was running against Tom, the youngster was even more certain his politician would win. 'There's just no way…' he shook his head and got a questioning look from Tom. Mouthing it was nothing he went back to observing. He could see the public and a lot of them were already looking at them in anticipation.
"Now don't let me hold this up any longer," was the cue for everyone to concentrate back on Stormlin. The man waved both contestants on the stage and after a quick squeeze Harry let Tom go. Both stood on one side of Stormlin who was looking expectantly at the scroll in his hand. "Now please shake hands," the retiring Minister kept up the tradition and the two contestants wished each other the best. Next Stormlin slowly opened the scroll to prolong the tension before reading the result of the vote. A smile appeared on his lips before he addressed the mass. "Our new Minister is…" Harry wanted the man to hurry up! "Tom Riddle!" Immediately the youngster started screaming and applauding with the audience while making small jumps of joys. The entire room lightened up and flags with the new logo of the group appeared everywhere.
"Seize! Riddle! The Dark Lord!" the people were screaming in satisfaction and excitement. Defeated the competition drooped of the stage. Not that anyone noticed as all attention was on the new Minister, who was using his wand to let his thanks rise over the cheering noise.
-THTH-
Satisfied Tom rolled off Harry, who lazily draped his arm over the Minister's sweaty chest and started making small caressing circles. "That was amazing, Minister," the youngster said pleased with a small smirk on his lips and the politician gave him a teasing look. His boy had been calling him Minister whenever he could and he liked it, which was the reason the Auror did it. "You're looking forward to tomorrow?" The green eyes glanced upwards.
"Definitely, there are going to be some changes," Tom smiled and Harry let out a happy sound before nuzzling his chest. "Get some sleep, it's been a long night," the Dark Lord kissed the sweaty hair locks sticking to the youngster forehead as his hand called for his wand. With a quick spell he cleaned both of them and the Auror swiftly pulled the sheets over them. It didn't take long for darkness to claim them.
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