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Chapter Eight: Ritual

When Lucius came to get him Harry was sitting on the edge of the bathtub gazing up at the ceiling with a look of complete wonder. "Harry?" he asked which earned a squeak and Harry fell backwards into the still full tub, reaching down he helped the teen up and grabbed a towel to quickly wrap around him, "Are you alright?"

Putting his plan into motion Harry gave a very innocent child like look and nodded his head blinking his large green eyes in a cute fashion. 'I just have to win him over, he at least takes care of me and talks to me,' he thought getting pulled close he was lead from the room and blinked in confusion for he was taken to a dark little room were Tom stood, 'Uh oh did I do something?'

"A towel?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow, "Lucius I do believe I told you he has to be naked." He would not allow anything to go wrong, too much weighed on this ritual.

Gripping the towel Harry looked at Lucius with slightly frightened eyes but it did nothing to stop him from taking the towel away from him, standing naked before both of them his cheeks turned pink. 'God damn this is bad,' he thought and yelped softly when Tom grabbed his wrist to drag him into the center of a circle. "Wha…" looking around he saw what looked like blood staining the floor in a circle around him and he had a full length mirror in front of him. When Tom suddenly placed his hands on the mirror he tried pulling away as it was cold but he was stuck.

Lucius moved to stand on Harry's left while Tom stood at his right, Lucius was positioned north while Tom was south. "*Per copie of obscrurum quod of lux lucis, redimio suus somes, redimio suus animus, redimio suus pectus pectoris, ud north quod infra," the two recited which cause a blinding black light to shoot up around the circle of blood which the three were standing in.

Lucius and Tom stepped forward Tom dropping the robe he wore to show that he was naked as well, Lucius handed him a thin blade, which he used to cut an S into Harry's left shoulder blade behind where his heart was. The teen whimpered at the sting of the cut but said nothing, as he feared what they would do with that blade. Using the blood on the blade he smeared an S on Lucius's forehead while the blond did the same to him. Stepping back Lucius began to get undressed while Tom moved up behind Harry whose eyes were wide in fright.

Not saying anything Tom placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and met the teen's eyes in the mirror, and he recited, "Ridimio," and he watched as Harry's eyes got a ring of red.

Stepping out, Tom switched positions with Lucius who walked up and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders and locked eyes with him in the mirror, "Ridimio," and he chuckled softly when Harry's eyes got a ring of silver in them directly under the red.

Both men got back in their original positions and held their hands out in front of them, "Ridimio!" black lights left their hands to collide with the cut on Harry's back, a scream ripped from the teen, while the S's on the others foreheads glowed before vanishing into their skin leaving an invisible mark.

The scar on Harry's back was a thin black mark, which was smooth to the touch as if another tattoo. Swaying, Harry's hands fell from the mirror that flashed white before he collapsed to the ground. "I'll take care of him Luc," Tom said walking over after pulling his robe back on, "You have to visit the Minister today."

Watching as Tom carried the shaking teen from the room Lucius raised an eyebrow. 'He is up to something,' he thought before shrugging and getting dressed he did have a meeting today.

Laying the teen on the bed Tom saw that the colors had faded from Harry's eyes so they were purely green again, "Such a good pet," he chuckled and kissed the teens forehead, he knew that Harry's magic had just been messed with and knew his body was in pain because of it but he also knew Harry was awake. Tracing the teen's cheek he leaned down to kiss him and realized Harry might be awake but he was unaware.

Kissing the teens lips Tom watched as his eyes stayed foggy, nibbling the teens lips gently he heard a gasp and chuckled as he realized he was slowly pulling Harry out of his stupor. Tossing his robe aside he lifted Harry's legs and draped them around his waist, trailing kisses down the teen's smooth torso he glanced up to see those green eyes fighting to focus on what was happening. Tracing a path down to the tight ring of muscles that protected Harry's entrance he watched as Harry's head shifted back and forth.

"Wake up little one," he purred as he summoned the lubricant to himself, Tom coated three fingers and his cock before tossing the bottle aside, "Moan for me," he teased as he slipped a finger into the burning heat of the teen and watched as those green eyes locked on his face, "That's it wake up." Adding a second finger he growled when he got no more response and added his third finger which he began stretching the teen with, "Wake up!" he hissed out in Parsletongue.

Harry snapped out of his dazed state when he heard the language of the snakes. Before he could register what was going on his body began shaking as a moan floated from him as he felt those long fingers moving in him. 'I'm in for one hell of a day,' he thought with an audible gasp of, "Tom."

AN: * By the forces of darkness and of light, bind his body, bind his soul, and bind his heart, to the north and to the south.