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Chapter 15
Rest In Piece
Shrugging off the thoughts of there being two completely different Draco Malfoy's in the world, Ryder ran a hand through his hair as he walked. The sooner he found Voldemort, the better as far as he was concerned. He really had no wish to confront Albus Dumbledore again. After all, this was a new world without a Dark Lord, so there could have been no plot to kill Dumbledore. But, the old man wouldn't have stayed too far from his precious family heirlooms; his journals. So Dumbledore, by Ryder's guess, would be around somewhere, probably monitoring everything that went on through the loyal portraits. If that was true, by now the evil conniving son of a— Dumbledore would know there were two Harry Potters, and there had been two Draco Malfoys, and that the Minister for Magic was snooping around in the Headmasters Office.
With a sigh, Ryder decided he should probably run. Honestly, you couldn't count on Dumbledore to do the sensible thing anyway. And the sensible thing to do when you find the Minister in the Headmasters Office was to start a conversation; polite but tense would be expected. But what Dumbledore would probably do, would be to arrest the Minister for 'Dark' or 'illegal' doings. Or at least that was the impression Ryder got of this Dumbledore. The man was unreasonable, insane, and a complete weirdo!
And more than likely, this Dumbledore was also Headmaster. What better position to influence the children from? Who better to take charge of the youth and the impressionable? To mould them into future Dark Wizard Hunters? Ryder snorted, and broke into a run, heading towards the Headmasters Office.
If Voldemort wasn't there, Ryder rather hoped he ran into Dumbledore, so at least he'd have someone to take his frustration out on.
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In the direction that Ryder was running towards, Voldemort smirked at the gargoyle guarding the Headmasters Office as the stone statue twisted back around to block the entrance. It was a bit late, Voldemort supposed, to start guarding the Office now. The journals were already tucked away, safe and sound, in Voldemort's robe pocket.
Voldemort shoved his hand into the pocket and wriggled it around until he felt the two books, and sighed.
Yes, the journals were safely within his grasp, and all he needed now was Potter so he could get out of here. To tell the truth, this other world was rather disturbing. Imagine, him as the Minister of Magic? Ridiculous as far as he was concerned. He would have been a horrible Minister if he had run for office, he was sure. He was a Dark Lord after all, and they certainly didn't ever get voted into power.
Except— he froze. He wasn't a Dark Lord in this world; he was the Minister. So maybe he hadn't been raised at that orphanage? Wasn't that place the reason he had always hated Muggles? If he had been adopted, if Dumbledore had listened and let him stay in Hogwarts over the summer, maybe he wouldn't have turned out the way he was? Maybe his Mate would have loved him sooner?
No! He didn't have a Mate, not here, not in this world. Maybe that was why things were different? He had spent an awful lot of time talking to Salazar in Parseltongue when he was a child. And every time a couple considered adopting him, they were always warned of his tendency to hiss at himself. Maybe, without Salazar and without a Mate he would have had a normal life? But, Voldemort considered, would living be worth it if he wasn't living for his Mate?
The idea, the very thought, of his Mate had kept him hanging on for all those long, dreadful years as a spirit. Would he give up that same Mate, the same hope that kept him living, for the change to be 'normal'? What was it someone had once told him? Normal is nothing to be proud of— no, that wasn't it.
Well, it wasn't something about not aspiring to be normal, Voldemort remembered, because normal was another way of saying boring, or something like that. He actually couldn't remember who had told him either. But never mind.
His Mate had been worth every horrid second he spent in that orphanage; every nasty memory was made better because he had a Mate to share them with now. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore, he would have had his Mate years ago. But that didn't matter either, because he won. He still had a Mate, and Dumbledore was dead.
He looked up as he heard footsteps coming towards him. It sounded as if whoever it was, was running. He frowned and held his hands out to stop Ryder from running him over. "Where's the fire?" Voldemort smirked slightly.
"Come on, we have to get back to the portal before it closes," Ryder gasped out, trying to catch his breath. Voldemort sighed; he'd almost forgotten they had a time limit.
"Did Malfoy get back ok?" He asked, actually worried about the boy's fate.
"Yeah," Ryder said, taking Voldemort by the elbow and dragging him towards the fifth floor corridor, by the Charms room. "He's safely at the Manor. It took a week, but he came back." Ryder looked around furtively.
"What are you doing?" Voldemort asked after Ryder peeked around the edge of the third corridor they passed.
Ryder tugged on Voldemort's elbow, "checking to make sure I don't see myself," he shuddered, "or my mother! She's scary, here."
"Oh?" He said. He was going to say something about Lily Potter being scary in their real world, but decided it would be prudent to keep his thoughts to himself.
"Yeah, but Slytherin-Harry and her don't get on, because she let Slytherin-Harry's boyfriend be killed by the Dark Wizard Hunters, or something. Doesn't matter," he said, mostly to himself because Voldemort was completely lost. "We're here!" Ryder grinned as he spotted the corridor, "come on." They moved faster, almost jogging down the corridor. When they were right in front of the white, glowing portal something fell out, from the other side, and landed right on top of Lord Voldemort. Who fell to the floor with an 'oomph' and a scowl.
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Albus Dumbledore was some times considered insane, but mostly he thought he was doing what those too weak to do, needed to do, but they were too weak to do it, so Albus Dumbledore had to do it… you get the point. The thing that most people considered Dumbledore insane for was the fact that, no matter who they were, anyone who wasn't on Dumbledore's side was a Dark Wizard.
Even Cedric Diggory.
Now, the Harry Potter of that world was prophesised to make Dumbledore great on the one hand, but anything could tip the scales of Fate. Any little nudge in the wrong direction and Harry Potter would bring about Dumbledore's end, on the other hand. Now, it was obvious which one Dumbledore would prefer and which one he wouldn't. So he did everything he could to ensure that Harry remained firmly on the Light Side, even if he had to kill to do it. It was also another reason why he encouraged that Malfoy brat's obsession – or love, if you will – with Potter. Squibs raised Malfoy, and they were as close to Muggles as you could get, without being one yourself. He could make Potter a little more humble; unlike that spoilt Zabini with his Pureblooded prejudices!
That was also the reason he had just taken a meeting with Malfoy in an abandoned classroom: to discuss Harry.
"But there were two of them, Sir, I swear! The second one said they were separated at birth! And, I want to be emancipated!" Draco Malfoy had demanded in his annoying high-pitched voice. Dumbledore shuddered, remembering.
Malfoy had also said he'd banged his head because of Potter and seen another of himself! Two Malfoys! Merlin forbid!
Malfoy had led him to the corridor where he had seen the other Malfoy, and then Dumbledore had Obliviated him and sent him on his way. And that brings us to where we are now.
Dumbledore sighed and lent forward, trying to get a closer look at the glowing-white portal, without getting too close. Maybe it was an alternate world, he considered, but what would the differences be? As Voldemort was checking the situation out, Voldemort was making his way along with Ryder to the portal as well. Dumbledore shrugged. Life was for living after all, and what was living without adventure?
He walked forward, slowly, and stepped into the portal.
"MALFOY!" He cried as he came out the other side, to be met by a frazzled looking Draco Malfoy. Lucius moved up behind him, placing his hand on his son's shoulder and pulling him away from Dumbledore. "And you! How did you get out of Azkaban?" Lucius frowned and turned to face Atticus.
"And you are dead." Severus, who had been stood at the back of the room unnoticed, spoke for the first time that day. He walked forward with his wand out.
Draco swallowed. He was suddenly struck by déjà vu. It was almost like in the tower back at Hogwarts, when Severus had charged in to rescue him from Dumbledore but Ryder had killed the old man before Severus could. It seemed Severus was finally getting his chance to complete the Unbreakable Vow.
"Avada Kedavra!" He cried before Dumbledore could react. The man was blasted backwards, through the portal, and onto Lord Voldemort.
"This isn't funny, boy!" A voice cried, and they could hear it in the room even though it had been spoken in the other world. A laugh followed before Ryder stepped through the white light and into Draco's arms. Voldemort followed, a scowl fixed firmly on his face as he muttered under his breath about doddery old men.
"I believe we should, uh, wake Rose up now, before any more curious souls wander into our world." Atticus smiled over at his son, who nodded.
Ryder moved towards Rose slowly, a knife in hand. She was still hidden behind the portal, trapped in the white light, but he cut both of his hands, and held them out in front of him allowing the portal to – drink – his blood and match it to that of Rose's. While the portal stayed open, it shrunk in size so he was able to see his sister's head and feet. Her throat came into view, and then her chest. He plunged the knife into her heart and her eyes snapped open. The light faded, and the blood stopped flowing from her palms, and his both. Lucius was forced to hold Voldemort back as Rose crumpled to the ground.
Severus offered them a few vials of Blood Replenishing potion, which Ryder worked down Rose's throat. They waited for about ten minutes, and she smiled warmly at her brother, and sat up. She looked at Voldemort and smiled, "you're back."
"Safe and sound." He went to her and picked her up bridal style. Without a backward glance, he carried her from the attic room, to her own bedroom. Ryder smiled after them.
He turned to his own fiancé and grinned. "Dray," he said, a large smirk spreading over his face.
"Yes?"
"Loved you in Hufflepuff colours, really. Black and yellow really suit you!" He laughed and Draco leaned over to swat him on the head.
"Shut." He snarled. "Up." Then he folded his arms across his chest and sulked.
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Two days later, Atticus, Violet, Rose and Ryder booked an appointment with the Aurors guarding Azkaban to visit a few prisoners. While those awaiting trial were not convicted, the Ministry felt it was safer to hold them in Azkaban rather than at the Ministry of Magic. So, the group of four met two Aurors at the Ministry and then Portkeyed to the town closest to Azkaban. They walked to the shores edge, and took a boat across the lake to Azkaban Island.
While in the boat, one of the Aurors sighed and turned towards the Prison. "A shame, ain't it, misses?" He said looking at Violet, who until then had been sitting quietly looking at the water. Ryder and Atticus were talking quietly to each other, while Rose scanned through one of the two original journals. Neither of the Aurors dared interrupt them.
"What is a shame?" The woman asked quietly, flicking her long hair back.
He snorted, "those two kids. Terrible to have them sent to Azkaban, ain't it misses? Poor kids, probably falsely accused of being Death Eaters," he snorted. He was obviously making a jibe at Cornelius Fudge, but Violet didn't smile like the second Auror did.
"I'll have you know," she hissed, her eyes narrowed, "that they were not falsely accused! They did infact kidnap, and torture, my daughter." Her eyes flickered to Rose, who looked up and smiled softly, her green eyes shining with tears as she read the diaries.
"Oh," the Aurors said simultaneously. The one who had spoken turned an unattractive shade of puce and looked away. His eyes darted around nervously, and he didn't try to speak with anyone again after that.
"Talk about 'open mouth, insert foot'," Ryder whispered to his father. Atticus merely smiled and carried on with their previous conversation.
"Are you sure this is wise?" He asked, for the fifth time that journey.
"Yes," Ryder answered again. "They were my friends once. And while I was never as fond of them as I was of Draco, they did, kind of, grow on me. Not that I would want to continue to be friends with a Mudblood and a blood traitor, but I wouldn't want them here either. Merlin, the thought of Sirius in this place!" He shuddered, rubbing his hands up and down his arms he looked at the looming outline of the Prison.
"Almost there now," Atticus said quietly. "Are you sure?"
"I trusted them once. They aren't stupid, just naive and they meant well, I suppose. I won't forgive them for what they did, but they don't deserve this. No one does."
"Ever Dumbledore?" Ryder raised an eyebrow. "Aberforth I mean."
"He won't be going to Azkaban though, will he?" Ryder and Atticus smirked at each other, fangs lengthening at the thought of revenge and death.
"Here we are," the second Aurors said as the boat docked.
The quartet stood up as one, and swiftly moved passed the Auror escorts. The first Auror refused to meet their eyes, but the second smiled and waved. "We'll wait here," he said, "there should be two more Aurors inside. They'll show you the prisoners."
Violet snorted. Atticus grinned, "They just don't want to risk your wrath, dearest." She glared at him, faking anger. The Twins rolled their eyes' at their parents' antics.
"Come on, mother," Rose called impatiently as she walked ahead. She hardly noticed the Dementors that flocked closer to the group. Ryder however, shuddered and tried to back away. Atticus wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder and led him passed the Dementors with a growl.
"That's right," he crowed, as the Dementors backed away. "Fear the mighty Vampyre Lord!" Ryder's lips twitched into a smile. Ahead of them, they heard Rose laugh.
"You know, father, you're only here for comic relief."
"It's what I do best, son."
"I'm so proud to call you 'dad'," he bantered back with a grin as they entered Azkaban Prison. On the wall, there was a sign which, morbidly, read, 'Damned Are Ye Whom Enter Here. Turn Back, Turn Back, Run In Fear'. "Pleasant place." Ryder shuddered again.
"Perfect holiday spot, don't you think? Maybe I should see how much the rent is per cell." Atticus smirked at the shocked look the Auror, who met them at the door, sent his way. "We're here to see Weasley and Granger."
"Name?" The Auror asked as her partner walked over as well.
He smirked, "see no evil."
She looked scandalized, "What?"
"V," he coughed, "for Vendetta!" Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "I meant 'revenge'!"
"You can't come in here and kill the prisoners before their trial, I'm sorry, but rules are rules." She shouted, waving her wand to emphasise her words.
"Lestrange, Atticus. And family," he rolled his eyes and sighed. "No sense of humour, these young ones." Ryder smirked as well.
The group followed quietly through the corridors of the desolate building, ducking down to avoid spider webs and cringing away from the rats that scurried in the other direction. Rose didn't even seem to notice the screaming of the prisoners, as they crawled towards the front of their cells and begged for death through the bars. Ryder shot them pitying glances, and thanked the Fates that Sirius was free from there, and Lucius had escaped altogether.
"Here we are," the female Auror said, as the male unlocked the cell. "I'm afraid you'll have to go inside. Two at a time."
"Why two?" Violet asked, not particularly bothered. It wasn't like she wanted to sit in a filthy, dank cell, anyway.
"Because there are two prisoners. You'll be evenly matched." Rose and Ryder entered the cell, and the Auror locked the door behind them. "Call us when you're ready to come out."
"Evenly matched?" Ryder snorted, and waved his wand. Neither Weasley nor Granger had one.
"Hello again," Rose smiled, her eyes turning blue. Rowena held out the journals. Neither moved to take them.
"You know," Ryder hissed, "you caused me a lot of bother. Now everyone knows I used to be Harry Potter. I was rather hoping he might die in a Death Eater attack."
"One of their last!" Rowena looked at her Host's brother and winked.
"Got him wrapped around your little finger then?" He jibed.
She smiled warmly, "I love him."
"I know." Ryder said softly, knowing she was talking about Salazar. But he also knew that, even though she hadn't said it to him, he knew Rose loved Voldemort as well. "Now, you two." He smiled at the two dirty, tired looking prisoners. "How you enjoying your stay?"
They flinched.
"You realize you'll be here for life when the Wizengamot convicts you?" Rowena said coldly, not as willing to forgive as Rose was.
"You don't have to be convicted though." The two teenage prisoners turned to stare at Ryder, their mouths dropping open simultaneously. Ron still looked suspicious, of course, but his eyes sparkled with a faint hope for freedom. "Here," he waved at Rowena who handed the journals forward a second time. This time, Hermione reached out for one. Following her lead, Ron took the other. "Open them. Hermione's one first, and read the front entry."
The year of our Lord, 947,
He is insane. My son is insane and there is nothing I can do about it. Merlin forgive him, and me. Please, please, do not let him do something rash.
Hopefully,
Kerrigor Dumbledore: father of Emmanuel.
"Now, read the next page," Ryder ordered and Hermione dutifully turned the page and began to read out loud.
The year of our Lord, 988,
That foolish, spiteful boy! He has done the unforgivable!
Perhaps I should start from the beginning? In the year of our Lord, 934, four people built a school and began to teach our young there. One of these was a man named Slytherin. Another was a woman named Ravenclaw. My son felt himself in love with Ravenclaw. I know he once forced himself on her, but was stopped by Slytherin – who was her lover. I was forced to beget myself another Heir, since Emmanuel is no longer able to reproduce.
The two left Hogwarts together. Emmanuel followed, hell bent on revenge; revenge for what I do not know… for being dismissed? Embarrassed? Rejected, maybe?
He has murdered Slytherin and his young son. The whereabouts of Ravenclaw and their daughter is not yet known. My foolish, spiteful boy!
Kerrigor Dumbledore.
"Is it tru-" Hermione started to ask, looking scandalized.
Ron, who exclaimed, "bloody hell", at the top of his voice, interrupted her. He opened the journal in his hands, choosing a page closer to the middle of the thin book. "He tricked us!" The redhead muttered as he began to read.
The year of our Lord, 945,
That— that little bitch! She betrayed me! She knew how I felt for her, and yet she has been – cavorting – with that Slimy, Snake Slytherin! That dirty, rotten DARK WIZARD! Well, damn her then, the little lying Pandora! That little demon, may she rot in Hell! The little viper… has run away with her snake Lord.
Good riddance! Next time we meet, it will be war on them both! I anticipate the moment I wrap my hands around her throat and choke the last pitiful breath from between her poisonous lips.
Emmanuel Dumbledore: Leader of the Council of Elders.
Hermione was sobbing quietly, whispering how sorry she was under her breath, her eyes fixed on Rose's body.
"You are forgiven, I suppose." Rowena muttered back, refusing to look at the girl. "I hate that man. I can still feel him, pressing me against a wall, trying to kiss me. Disgusting!" She shuddered.
Hermione sniffed again. "I really am so sorry. Albus Dumbledore left us those journals, and we just wanted to help. They had such horrible things written in them. I was so sure… we only wanted to help Harry, I swear!"
"My name is Ryder," he said tightly, looking at the girl's tear stained face.
"Ryder, then, sorry. We just wanted to help. Aberforth told us, Albus told us, those journals told us the same thing. When the Hosts have intercourse, Slytherin and Ravenclaw would take control of the Host bodies, killing the Hosts. They all said that to keep the Host bodies alive – because without the original soul, the body would begin to decompose – they'd need to sacrifice a very powerful Wizard. Albus and Aberforth said they were trying to kill you." Hermione sniffed.
"Shit, Mione," Ron muttered. "He tricked us. They all tricked us! Were those journals even real?" He shouted angrily.
Rose nodded, her eyes green again. "They were real, but Emmanuel brainwashed his brother and nephew, and had far too much control over the Wizarding World for his father to stand out against him."
"Couldn't you have told Albus? Or Aberforth?" Hermione asked quietly. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, but she knew they'd probably send Aberforth to Azkaban if he weren't Kissed instead.
"They have raised to believe that the Hosts are evil since they were old enough to understand." Ryder said, eyes narrowed. "Impressions received in childhood cannot be erased from the soul. Their opinions would stay the same, even after they learnt the truth. It had been what they believed in for far too long to change it so late in life."
"It was just a suggestion," she muttered quietly, eyes downcast.
"We are here not for your helpful suggestions, Granger. We are here, because foolish naïve children don't deserve Azkaban. Agree to our terms, and you're free." Rose snarled a deep frown set on her face.
"Do you still think the Hosts are evil, and that I need to be protected from them?"
"Well, no, but-" She started, but Ron once again interrupted her.
"You aren't Harry, mate." Ron said. "They've obviously done something to you."
"I was never Harry Potter. It was a game to me, to pretend to be who you all wanted me to be. I have always been as you see me now." He said, matter of factly.
"But!" Ron started then paused. "The Harry we know would never go near Ferret Face!" Ryder started growling, angry at the insult to his mate.
"He isn't the Harry we know, Ronald. He isn't Harry at all."
"Glad to see you copped on, Mudblood." He snarled, "and if you dare insult my mate again, I will kill you myself. Understood?" He had Ron by the collar of his robes, pulling him up off the floor. The ginger boy nodded quickly, desperate to be let go. Ryder dropped him. "I'm glad you agree."
"You'll be acquitted. But until the trial you'll have to stay here. Oh," Rose smirked, "one more thing. No matter what they say to you about Albus Dumbledore, just agree." As one, the Twins turned and walked through the bars of the cell. Standing with their parents, they two nodded once to Granger and Weasley who stared opened mouthed as the quartet walked away.
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"Aberforth Dumbledore, you have been charged with kidnapping and torturing Rose Hammond, and the murder of ex-Minister Cornelius Fudge. How do you plead?" Amelia Bones glared at the man as he ran a hand over his long white beard and tried to smile kindly.
"Not guilty." Every one gasped in anger.
"Very well," Bones said again, with a quick look at the trembling Rufus Scrimgeour – who still thought someone was out to get him – and then a nod in the defendant's direction. "Prosecution will begin." Atticus' head Wizitor stood and silently moved to the front of the courtroom.
The trial went on for hours; when both defence and prosecution had rested for the final time, the Wizengamot members adjured to come to a final decision. Rose's hand snuck out to grab onto Ryder's and squeezed. Ryder's other hand was being firmly crushed by Draco's, who was trembling.
The members filed back into the room and took their seats. Amelia Bones stood and coughed to catch everyone's attention. "We have reached a final verdict. Based on the nature of the prosecution, the punishment shall rest in their hands. Wizengamot rise, and state your verdict."
An old, grey haired man stood up and looked up and down the row of his compatriots before opening his mouth. "We find the defendant guilty as charged."
Bones smirked viciously. "You are sentenced to death, how ever the Vampyre Lord sees fit." She sat down and crossed her hand in her lap, looking very pleased.
Ryder smirked and leant over to whisper to his father, "sounds like a party. You think we should invite Tom?"
"He has as much right to revenge as I do," Rose pointed out. Ryder pouted.
They were about to stand and leave, when Bones coughed and stood up again. "On to the next matter of business today." She picked up a sheet of parchment and unrolled it. "Albus Dumbledore is charge with the murder of Hammond, first name unknown, original Mate of Slytherin's Host. He is also charged with sever neglect on the part of both Tom Riddle and Harry Potter. He has been charged with embezzling the Potter fortune during Harry Potter's childhood in order to fund his Host hunting habits." She paused as Aberforth was dragged from the courtroom. "How do you find the deceased?"
The same man who had given Aberforth's verdict, stood up. "Guilty as sin. We, the Wizengamot, propose he should be stripped of his Order of Merlin, First Class, and all his other titles. His portrait should be removed from the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, as well."
As they were leaving, Ryder nudged Atticus and pointed at where Scrimgeour was being ganged up on by three old ladies. "How dare you, young man! You should be ashamed!"
"Letting someone like Dumbledore have so much control over people!"
"You should have known better!" The last hissed while hitting the Minister with an umbrella. Soon, more and more people were joining in. As per usual, they were finding some one convenient to blame for all their troubles and faults.
"I think we might be in need of a new Minister," Ryder laughed. Rose raised an eyebrow and Draco seemed to be the only other one to catch on to what they were implying.
He snorted, "as long as I don't have to live with Squibs."
They brought Aberforth back with them to Riddle Manor, where most of the Death Eaters were waiting with Voldemort for the verdict. "Guilty," Rose piped up as she jumped into the arms of her Mate. "Isn't it great?"
"Why is he here?"
"We get to kill him however we like." A few Death Eaters raised their eyebrows behind their masks. She noticed their curiosity anyway, "Vampyre thing."
Ryder smirked slightly and nodded at Voldemort. "So, everyone knows I'm Harry Potter."
"And I bet everyone knows I'm a Host."
"I think we should go out in a blaze of glory. The last Death Eater attack, where only the two of us die. I can call myself Redyr and say Ryder was my evil twin who escaped from the attic where we locked him up… and you can be, well, Tom."
Voldemort snorted, "I still want to change the world." Rose wrapped an arm loosely around his waist.
Atticus, Violet, Rose and Ryder had walked in together, dragging the struggling Aberforth. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco followed soon after. Severus came minutes after them, along with Remus and Sirius, who needed Severus to get through the wards.
"So do I," his Mate agreed, "it really depends on how you plan to change things."
Lord Voldemort pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. His gaze travelled from his Death Eaters to the odd group that was stood next to the door. He nodded at Lucius, who was still his right hand man despite the fact that his son was not a Death Eater. "I suppose I can change the world your way." He smiled at the squeal his Mate let out as she hugged him.
He looked at the Death Eaters who bowed as one, obviously relieved that their Lord has regained his sanity at long last. No one had forgotten how he used to be, long, long before he heard about the Prophecy. Lucius Malfoy even bowed. Voldemort raised an eyebrow when Ryder and Draco bowed as well. "What?" The young Vampyre snorted. "You're family now."
Voldemort turned to face Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Never a truer supporter of the Light had existed, until it came to Black, the antithesis of his family. He shrugged, and bowed, very slightly. "If you can't beat them, join them, my Lord."
"Don't," he said quickly, "call me that."
"What shall we call you then," Remus said curiously.
"My name is Tom. It has been such a long time since anyone has used it." Rose grinned up at him and hugged him tightly. Her cheek pressed against his neck.
"Tom," he hummed at her, "I love you." His eyes flashed bright green for a moment, before staying that colour. While he and Salazar were still separate entities, Marvolo and Tom had once again merged with his own soul, making his almost whole once again.
Ryder laughed, loudly, just as Voldemort was about to kiss Rose. They turned to face him, a scowl on Voldemort's lips. "Now that you're not a Dark Lord anymore, what will you do first?"
"Run for Minister, Mr. Hammond. And yourself?" He licked his lips and smirked.
"Go back to school," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "And then I had rather hoped Draco would marry me?" the blond boy blushed and nodded shyly. Ryder beamed back at his mate. "Result!" He joked with a light smile.
Later that night, when they had gone back to their own homes, Ryder was up and about, pacing in front of his fireplace nervously. He took a deep breath and stepped into the fireplace, throwing a handful of Floo powder to the floor and called, "Malfoy Manor, Draco's bedroom." He was rather pleased his boyfriend had a room with it's own fireplace. It meant he could come and go with no one the wiser, but Draco. Tonight though, he wanted to surprise even his mate.
He undressed as soon as he stepped out of Draco's fireplace. The blond was sound asleep in his bed, snoring very softly, only his blond head visible above the bed covers. Ryder stood at the bottom of the bed and grabbed hold of the blanket in each hand, pulling it down off of his fiancé and onto the floor. Draco was dressed in a pair of pyjama trousers only, and with a wave of his hand, Ryder had his boyfriend naked.
With a soft smile, Ryder ran his hand slowly down Draco's left thigh, before he lent forward and kissed the blond's hip lightly. The boy gave a soft moan but didn't wake up. Ryder rolled Draco so he was lying on his back. Draco's legs fell open automatically, silently offering himself to the Vampyre. Even asleep Draco still managed to tease him Ryder noticed.
He moved to lie over the blond, his mouth hovering over the half-hard penis surrounded by golden curls. Smirking, Ryder opened his mouth wide and began to swallow the flesh, causing Draco to give a small whine. Soon, Draco was fully erect and thrashing in his sleep, murmuring for more. Ryder's hand moved to fondle his lover's balls, and felt them tighten and draw up. As Draco came, he screamed and his eyes snapped open, meeting the smirking green eyes of Ryder Hammond. Ryder swallowed every single drop Draco had to offer.
"I love you," Draco whispered as he fought to catch his breath.
"Love you as well," Ryder kissed his mate's thigh.
"Show me how much?" Ryder didn't respond. His hand moved to catch Draco's. His fingers twisted the small platinum ring that rested on Draco's finger. The ring was engraved with 'As Long As You Want Me' and was, in a way, an engagement ring. Draco had bought Ryder one in return of course, which was on the Vampyre's finger as well. "Please?" Draco asked with a whine, lifting his hips up.
He lifted himself up and urged Draco to roll onto his stomach. "Take me hard, please," Draco begged again. "I want to feel you for weeks afterwards."
Ryder did as his boyfriend asked, and didn't bother to pressed finger after finger into his mate's arse, he didn't bother to prepare or stretch his mate. He just lined the head of his cock up with the tight, puckered hole and whispered, "you sure?"
"Yes!" Draco said: it started off as a whisper and grew into a wail as Ryder pushed in passed the resisting muscle and made the blond wince in pain. "Don't stop," he ordered when he felt Ryder begin to pull away. "Keep going."
Ryder pushed in further, ignoring his boyfriend's gasp of pain, only listening to the cries and pleas for more. Soon he was entirely sheathed inside of the tight channel, which pulsed around his length making his moan and want so much more. He held himself still, knowing Draco was hurting, even though he had desired it. So he waited for Draco to make the first move.
Draco was still for a few minutes, drawing in ragged breaths as he tried to fight the urge to scream in pain. He had never been taken raw before, and Merlin he'd never ask for it again. It hurt so bloody much. He felt like Ryder to splitting him in half, and not in a good way. He thought he might just burst down the middle because his arse was being stretched so much. He gave a whimper and pushed back a little. He didn't particularly like the idea of making Ryder wait, he could feel the other boy within him, pulsating, desperate to move and Merlin Draco wanted him to, but it just hurt!
He took a few more deep breaths and pushed back slowly. He did it three times before the pain faded to a dull ache and he nodded. "Fuck me, Ryder, please?" He asked, his breathing still ragged.
Ryder didn't need any more encouragement; he drew back and slammed back in against Draco's prostate ringing a shriek from the other boy. They moved together for what seemed like hours before Draco started to gasp softly, his hand moving swiftly on his own erection, jerking himself in time to Ryder's thrusts. Ryder slapped the hand away and replaced it with his own. A couple more hard pulls later and Draco came over Ryder's hand and the bed sheets. He collapsed with a pleased groan, as Ryder continued to fuck his arse until he released his seed within the other boy.
He rolled to the side, not wanting to crush his lover. "I'll definitely be feeling that for a week." Draco joked as Ryder drew the other boy against his side.
As they were basking, a knock came at the door. Lucius' voice filtered through making Draco blush with embarrassment. "Use silencing charms next time, please boys?" Ryder laughed as Draco buried his face against the brunette's chest with a muffled groan of 'oh gods'.
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Days passed, then weeks until it became a month. The night of the Twins' seventeenth birthday was spectacular. Atticus had pulled all of the stops out. Rose's favourite bands had been hired to perform at Lestrange Manor, minor spells cast on them to help them 'ignore' the uses of magic that night. Some of the Death Eaters were invited by Voldemort, who by then had already been named Minister for Magic; hardly anyone connected Tom Riddle with Lord Voldemort, they just knew what they had heard at the trial and felt sorry for the man.
Bullet For My Valentine screamed out hit after hit before being replaced by Fall Out Boy, then Billy Talent. The songs played while Ryder and Rose danced with their friends and their mates. The parents smiled and talked amongst themselves and pretended not to notice when Ryder and Draco sneaked out of the room together. Then, they pretended ignorance once more when Rose led Voldemort from the room to her bedroom.
While she joined with her Mate for the first time, Salazar and Rowena were reminded just how wonderful their joining had been all those years ago. Moments like those were notoriously hard to forget, and Salazar could remember practically every occasion he entered his Mate's willing body. Now, to be joined now, with these two, he smiled and thanked the Fates for their happily ever after.
Rose came first, arms and legs wrapped around Voldemort's body, mouth open in a silent scream as she shuddered and arched in pleasure. She felt Rowena orgasm with her, mentally making love with Salazar. As she came, she felt something leave her, like mist rising off a river Rowena floated from her body to hover above the writhing couple as she waited for Salazar.
Voldemort groaned his lovers name as he spilled his seed into the willing body, his lips moved to capture Rose's as Salazar rose from him to join his wife.
"Thank you, Tom," he whispered down at the man who was too wrapped up in his Mate to notice. Rowena smiled and took his hand.
They looked just like the ghosts at Hogwarts; expect for the longer they stayed in one place the more transparent they became. "I want to give Ryder one last gift." They walked through the wall connecting the bedrooms and smiled as Ryder made love to the blond teenager.
Draco came with a groan, arching off of the bed, his lips attacking Ryder's neck. Rowena sensed that the Vampyre was close and nodded at Salazar. They had to do this before it was too late. "You have given me death and allowed me to rest in peace," she whispered as she touched Ryder's forehead, one hand still held by Salazar. "I give you the gift of life in return." Her hand rubbed quickly over Draco's stomach as Ryder came with a hoarse cry. She smirked, watching as the seed entered the blond's body and Ryder pulled out of his Mate. She watched as they fell asleep curled around one another and she watched as Draco's stomach shone with a bright blue light before the light sank into the blond's body protecting the gift that grew within him.
"It is a pity," Salazar said as they began to fade from view, "hat we can not stay to see how he reacts."
"Yes," Rowena agreed as she looked up at the ceiling, and the direction of Heaven. "But I'm sure after the shock wears off they will both be thrilled."
"I suppose the wedding will have to be moved forward then." Salazar snorted with laughter, rubbing the blond's abdomen even as his hand began to disappear. Soon, neither of them were there anymore. Both had finally been allowed to move on, and rest in peace.
Draco and Ryder slept on; unaware of the miracle they had created with their love and the help of a friend.
Who knows what the future will bring, but one can hope it's beautiful. And what could be more so than a baby?
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"Impressions received in childhood cannot be erased from the soul." – Fredrick the Great.
I just uploaded a new one-shot, called PARADISE LOST, if anyone is interested. I have an epilogue left for WOLF. What do you think of the two new ideas?
Hush Little Baby - [LMHP After defeating Voldemort, Harry ends up back in time. Bellatrix hoped to send him to 1944 (Voldemort's 7th year) but he ended up in 1971 (Lucius' 7th year). Lucius promises to find him in 1997 (Harry's 7th year) but Bellatrix makes sure he doesn't. Pregnant and alone Harry has to protect his baby from Bellatrix, who wants to raise the next Dark Lord. AU M-preg.
Black Complication – [LMHP When Sirius is declared innocent, his Will names Harry as his Heir, but Fudge finds a clause in Sirius' will that even Sirius didn't know about. If Harry Potter is to be Lord Black he has to marry a Black. Unfortunately, the choices are Bellatrix or Draco. But Harry is secretly married to Lucius and has been since the man turned spy in 6th year! What lengths will Fudge go to look like he has control of the situation? And there's one more secret, not yet out in the open. How will that affect the situation? AU M-preg.
Hope you liked it, and please review… (Cough 350 cough). See you in the epilogue!! Thanks for reading so far! Updated MUGGLE INCONVENIENCE a week ago, check it out? Am working on Chapter 5.
Ah sorry the update took so long! I hate final chapters; I always hit a writer's block, because I just don't want the story to finish!! It's even worse than when I finished MIRROR IMAGE because this one won't have a sequel! But I'll try and get the Epilogue up as soon as, the only problem is I'm working a lot this week!
Ahhhhh trauma! My tire burst on the way home from work today (July 1st 2007), and I didn't even know where my spare was. Then my mum drove down with my granddad and they changed it, and my spare was flat!! It's a conspiracy!!
Couldn't update last night (July 1st) cause my step-dad had a spaz attack and banned me from the computer and sent me upstairs so he could lock all the doors in the house, and lock my mum out! Wtf? My family is so damaged!!