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*parseltongue*
And now people, I present you the one you all wanted to see, the greatest (or not) Dark Lord ever! Lord Voldemort! *silence* well, we'll go back to the story...
Revised on the 09/11/2019
Chapter 4: Meet the inner-circle
Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996
A long snake slithered in the biggest room of the house – she was surprised to see it so cleaned, she could sadly feel the cold marble floor. Shuddering as much as a snake could, she went to the throne in the middle of the room against the wall in front of the door.
Her master was already installed in it, wearing his long-sleeved black robe, as if today wasn't important. But she knew her master, he was worried, he hadn't seen his hatchling in such a long time.
Before he was killed by the double eyed hatchling in 1981, he sent his mate to hide somewhere, they too used the Fidelius charm. Of course, when her master's mate went into hiding, she took her cousin's son (an orphaned hatchling) with her. Two hatchlings and her master's mate in a lonely nest in some unknown location.
Her poor master worried each day for the life of his 'loved' one. The lemon lover fool didn't know her master as well as Nagini – who did he think he was, to tell everyone that her master didn't know what was love ?!
*Massster.*
*Nagini.*
*Do not worry massster, the hatchling will undersstand your reassons.*
*Even sso, I let him live a lonely life.*
*Masster you couldn't have known that your wife would die.*
*I sshould have anticipated this, as I knew her father. Life had never been kind to her, sshe wasss too young to die. I sshould have taken sssteps to ensssure that sshe would have lived with me.*
*Masster, you know sshe would never have accepted a horcrux.*
*You are right my dear. Let'ss concssentrate on my sson.*
*Yess Massster, the hatchling must have grown. It'll be a pleassure to speak to him.*
*Nagini, my ssson ssadly doesn't sspeak our tongue.*
*WHAT?*
*Yess, he didn't inherit it, that wass what he ssaid in hisss letter. But, he'll be able to undersstand you.*
*How iss he ssure that he doessn't ssspeak but can undersstand it?*
*He ssaid that hisss right-hand man had a love for ssnakess, my sson undersstood them but when he tried to sspeak to them – he failed.*
*Poor hatchling. Sso, his right-hand man likess snakess?*
*Yess.*
*Why do you sspeak so coldly about him, masster?*
*My sson decided that I sshould meet hiss life mate tonight, and he hass desscided to choose hisss right-hand. How dare that man sssteal my sson! I have already decssided to put him on the lissst of people to desstroy.*
*Ooh, at what placsse isss he?*
*In third placssse. Right behind Potter. The old coot alwayss will be the firssst.*
*Masster you sshouldn't be dissstressed about the double-eyed hatchling and the old fool.*
*You're right Nagini. I sshall forget about them and concentrate on the meeting. Ah, I sssee it iss time to call my inner cssircle and their children.*
With a pleased hiss, as her master scratched her head, she positioned herself comfortably on the silver green throne in the warmth of his robe. Voldemort took his precious yew wand and called his most faithful. Only thirty seconds after, did they all apparate kneeling with their children in front of him.
"Rise."
And with this simple command, they all rose as one. They wore no masks as they knew they were within friends. Yaxley, Wormtail, Nott, Dolohov, Mulciber, Crabbe and Goyle, Macnair, Snape, Bellatrix, the Lestrange siblings and Lucius.
As for the teenager he marked, there was the Malfoy heir, the Nott heir, Crabbe and Goyle's heirs.
"- My friends, tonight my heir and his follower will join us some of you know some of them, as they are your family..."
As he continued his speech, he could feel the Lestrange family's magic in the air emitting joy, even Lucius couldn't restrain himself and had a smug smirk in place. The dark lord watched the clock as it ticked closer to their reunion.
Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc.
The clock indicated 11:30, and a sound resonated behind the close door of the room. The portkeys had been used, they had finally arrived.
He would finally see his son.
Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1996
Thomas descended the stairs, he was not stressed, not at all. Why would he be stressed? He was just going to see his father.
He understood the man's way of thinking. If he had to be honest, it did take some time to not resent the man – when he was a child, he didn't understand how his father had abandoned his mother and him. Everything changed after meeting Evans, after falling for his Evans.
Now, when he thought of the strange path his father took to protect them, he could understand the man – Thomas would do the same to keep Evans alive.
Nearly the same, maybe, his Evans was too stubborn to stay in place, he would have followed Tom, and they'd battle together against any enemies in front of them. His hot Evans would be breathless, fighting and taking down more than fifty enemies, the power of their love burning brightly.
Oh. He could imagine it, at the end of the battle he would take his sweaty Evans in his bed, the smell of blood would only excite him more, and those vivid green eyes – only watching Thomas. And he would only whisper or scream his nickname 'Tom'. Thomas sighed, he'll have to bed Evans after the meeting with his father.
He arrived in the kitchen, ignoring Rosier who was finishing a sandwich, his eyes only saw his sweet Evans. Evans drinking a tiny bottle of butterbeer, he looked so beautiful doing nothing.
"-Darling~"
Harry nearly chocked on his butterbeer. He glanced at Rosier, who was turning his head and not looking at them.
That traitor! He could have helped. Thought the messy haired teen.
"-Tom. Rosier is here."
Thomas glared at Rosier, who sprinted toward the door. Now, he had Evans, alone, in a kitchen. He saw his darling throwing the bottle in the dumpster and trying to leave the kitchen. Thomas calmly came from behind and caught his Evans.
"- Thomas! We must meet your father in less than ten minutes! We don't have time. And will you please stop sniffing my hair! We use the same shampoo!"
"- I know darling, but I love to smell myself on you. You're so beautiful and cute."
Harry blushed and glared weakly at his lover.
Why did he speak of their love so bluntly and made Harry blush every single time? Harry successfully managed to detach himself from Thomas's hand. If he had been more honest with himself, he would boldly declare to the world not to bother him and to let him be in those warm hands forever. Sadly, Harry didn't have time, and they had more important things to do, such as a meeting with the Dark Lord.
"I have to say goodbye to my babies." Harry cut through Thomas's nonsense and walked away.
Strangely, Thomas kept on smiling – he knew his Evans better than the teen knew himself – the green-eyed boy stopped at the door. He turned his flushed face toward his leader and shyly asked if he wanted to come with him.
A smirking Thomas advanced quickly and took his Evans' s hand in his – Thomas's hands was warmer than Evans and possessed longer finger, but he loved Harry's cute calloused hands. He leaded the younger boy to the garden.
The garden wasn't initially here, it was Evans who decided to plant every flower and trees that he could find there – the boy had always liked nature, and since he discovered magic, the garden became magnificent
The calm and warm aura of the garden always attracted the group. Sometimes, they all sat around the white table in front of the fountain and spent their time eating delicious cakes and pastries, that his Evans would bake, and discuss world domination.
The garden was Evans' sanctuary, if he was angry or sad, he came here, if he had nothing to do, he also came here. As every treasure has its own protectors – Thomas likes to think that he was Evans's protector – this garden was also protected by his lover's family.
Evans hissed – and the sound made Thomas shiver – the beautiful garden became infested with at least twenty snakes, five of them were longer than two cars parked together. At first, it was strange to see his Evans, hissing with a happy smile at the dangerous reptiles, but now, he founds it familiar and dares he say, sexy.
Thomas looked at his watch, they only had three minutes until they were portkeyed. He alerted his Evans who hissed an answer. He loved to hear his lover speak his father's language, sadly Thomas couldn't speak it, but he was lucky enough to understand it.
They joined everyone in the kitchen, where they always held their meetings if it was too cold outside. All of them put on their masks, with the death-eaters' children, Thomas will not take the risk of their identity so easily.
Even if they were stressed Thomas ordered them to stay calm and collected. He will not tolerate them jumping around, of course, they could smile and all, but as his inner circle they had to behave. The portkey activated, and they were whisked away.
Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996
In front of them was the door keeping them from seeing their families and allies. Thomas' followers took their places at their leader's side. Harry was on his right, Lucian on Thomas's left, beside Harry and slightly behind was Rosier, Dolohov took the opposed place to Rosier and was beside Lucian, between the two was Trixy. Their faces were emotionless, only Thomas's face showed a proud little smirk.
"Let the show begin."
After saying that, he pushed the door open, and they took their first steps at the same time. The group was now an extension of their leader.
Magnolia street, Surrey, 1985
The child called Evans Black followed his dark-haired friend toward the orphanage.
"T-Thomas?"
"Yes? What is it Evans?"
The shy boy shivered, it was strange the way Thomas said his name, maybe he should have kept only Black.
"Iss the orphanage far?"
Evans cursed is lisp, he was the only one with such a problem in Surrey. He wanted to speak properly, so he wouldn't be like Dudley, but he had to have difficulty with the words with 's'. He pouted mentally.
"Not really, we have five minutes until we reach the orphanage."
"-Oh. That'sss long!"
"-Not really. Why, is my company that boring?"
"-Whaat! No ssssorry! But hum.. I don't know how to read time... and... well... I... sssorry, I asssumed it wass long."
"-Ah. I'll teach you if you want."
"- Really!?"
"-Yes, of course."
"-P-pinky promissse?", asked shyly Evans.
Thomas stopped walking and stared at the cute boy before nodding and taking both of their little fingers and linked them together.
Black smiled as if Christmas came early, his first pinky promise! Both dark haired children walked toward the orphanage, the tension disappeared, Evans started to trust someone, and it was Thomas. They reached the orphanage, and saw their friends rushing toward them. Evans turned his head to his feet and said with a flushed face.
"I think, I like your company."
Thomas eyes widened and their friends interrupted them.
Ba-dum, ba-dum.
Why did his heart sound different?
- To be continued
