After leaving Ragnok's office Hadrian decided it's best to take a look into the Peverell Vault but There was one problem, Harry. How was he going to examine the Vault while holding a 1-year-old baby? luckily for him, one of the Goblins, will a female Goblin offered her Services To look after the baby while they went to go down to the vaults knowing that, one particular Vault is not safe for anyone especially a baby. Reluctantly Hadrian agreed and handed baby Harry to the female Goblin.
As Griphook Was the one to show him down to that particular Vault. Hadrian stared at Griphook as he led him over to a cart. he was only going to visit the Peverell vault today. Hadrian knew that if he went into Vault 54 the Lefay Vault, that he would spend the rest of the day in there and that is a big no, he had to look after Harry. Climbing into the cart, Hadrian held on as it sped off into the depths of the bank. he savored the feeling of the wind on his face, grinning and let out a laugh of delight.
They descended deeper and deeper into the bank, passing increasingly high security vaults. After going through a magical waterfall to strip all disguises, the cart continued for another five minutes before coming to a screeching stop outside of a vault that had…nothing guarding it.
Hadrian looked at the vault in suspicion. Why would such a high-security vault not have a dragon or some other fearsome beast guarding it? Something was wrong with this picture. he glanced at Griphook, dread spreading through him at his carefully blank expression. He had a strange looking rod in his hand as he gingerly stepped out of the cart.
Hadrian followed Griphook, eyes darting around to try and locate the source of his sudden increased unease.
"Be prepared to cast fire…or the Patronus charm." Shit! Wait, Hadrian can't sense any Dementors, so what…Lethifolds...what the fuck. Was Hadrian's only thought and so glad that he left Harry in the care of the female Goblin.
Hadrian tensed as rippling black cloaks drifted out of the darkness. The creatures didn't attack, however, opting to stay far away from him, making their way towards Griphook instead. That was odd Lethifolds usually attack anyone that comes into their presents but why are they ignoring me, Thought Hadrian. As he watched Griphook pressed a rune on the strange rod, a large flame leapt out, licking at the advancing creatures. They screamed, sounding far too much like a Dementor for his peace of mind. So absorbed in watching the creatures flee the flames, Hadrian was unaware of the Lethifold sneaking up behind him. His magic blared a warning, but no attack came. Instead one of the strangest things occurred. The Lethifold brushed up against his legs, simply hovering there, not actually doing anything but gently brushing against him.
"The fuck!" With a scream Hadrian leapt backwards, only to trip and fall on his ass. Griphook had whirled around at his scream, gaping at the sight that met his eyes.
The Lethifold had draped itself along Hadrian's back and lap like a demented cloak. He clawed at it, panicking. The creature didn't move, nor did it hurt him. A strange rumbling sound emitted from the large Lethifold. Hadrian stopped trying to pry the creature off, as it wasn't trying to suffocate him. Deciding that it was just one more thing to add to his list of the impossible becoming possible, Hadrian pat the Lethifold, jumping as it purred.
Did it just purr?
Moving stiffly, Hadrian stood, his wand flying back into his hand from where he had dropped it. The Lethifold covered his back and most of his waist. It was soft, surprisingly so. It was also warm, something that he would not have equated with the cousin of the Dementors.
What the fuck is happening. Hadrian thought as he closed his eyes, growling under his breath. He was probably all sorts of insane to let the Lethifold continue draping itself all over him, but he really didn't care at the moment. Ignoring the other Lethifolds now swarming him, vying for his attention like puppies, he stopped and stared in disbelief as the large Lethifold on his back hissed and attacked the other smaller ones. It chased the others off, which was hilarious to watch seeing as they looked like floating blankets or cloaks.
Hadrian had the impression that the Lethifold was smug as it resumed its previous spot on his body. Poor Griphook was still frozen in shock, rod continuing to spew out fire. He snapped out of his shock when the other Lethifolds began to get too close for comfort again.
He jogged to catch up to Hadrian, aiming the rod at the following Lethifolds. Hadrian paid Griphook little attention, focusing instead on the large vault door. The sign of the Deathly Hallows was engraved on it. Hadrian waited for Griphook to catch up before actually doing anything.
"You will have to put some of your blood on the door, it will either accept you, or reject you…violently." Hadrian narrowed his eyes at Griphook. The Lethifold tightened around him briefly before loosening again.
Hadrian sighed and bit his index finger, pulling away when the taste of blood filled his mouth. Hadrian pressed his finger in the middle of the door in a small depression. A curious sensation washed over him like his magic was being tasted of all things.
The door suddenly melted away, revealing the treasures hidden within. Hadrian gaped at the amount of gold he saw.
Stepping into the vault, he began to sift through the many items hidden within. Hadrian zeroed in on a section filled with scrolls and books, eagerly looking over each. Hadrian grabbed a chest, carelessly dumping out the jewels in a pile so that he could put books in it instead.
Hadrian turned to the Goblin that was taking sanctuary inside the vault with him. "Is there a way for me to get money without having to carry it all around with me?" The Goblin looked at Hadrian in surprise. he felt like he was missing some vital information.
" Yes, there are leather purses and wallets that you can buy starting at twenty Galleons, there are different options for both men and women. They will transfer the requested amount of currency to you directly from the vault you set it up to. It can be set to multiple vaults. Three drops of blood will bind the purse or wallet to you, preventing anyone from stealing or opening it."
"I would like to see what the options are." Nodding at Hadrian, Griphook pulled out a box similar to the one he had seen on Ragnok's desk, only much smaller. Tapping it with his finger, it grew in size until it looked exactly like the one Ragnok had used. He tapped it again before opening it.
Hadrian looked at the options critically, immediately rejecting the flamboyant ones. he chose a black dragon leather wallet with gold stitched into it. Showing it to Griphook he smiled a toothy smile.
"That will be fifty Galleons." he sighed at the price, but still bought it. Biting his finger again, he let three drops of blood fall onto a small rune located on the bottom of the wallet. It glowed green, showing that it had accepted his blood and bonded with his magical signature.
Hadrian went back to scouring the vault, picking up things here and there, while taking all of the books of dark magic, dark artifacts, dark tomes, books of necromancy and other things.
Hadrian soon decided that he needed to start shopping and going to grimmauld place. Hoping that both Harry and him can stay there until Peverell Castle was fully warded, refurbished, and remodeled.
Walking or Battling, in Griphook's case, their way back to the cart, Hadrian tried futilely to pry off the Lethifold still clinging to him. he tossed in the towel with disgust as the beast started to strangle him. Hadrian cast an illusion on it with Griphook's permission, making it look like a fancy cloak.
The ride back to the surface proved harrowing as the Lethifold clung desperately to him, trying its level best not to get blown away. Hadrian eventually had to give in and hold the thing as it shivered in his arms, wrapped tightly around his waist and legs. Hadrian glowered at it, annoyed that he couldn't get rid of the pest. Griphook kept shooting it wary looks, uneasy with the Lethifold so close to him.
Hadrian wasted no time in hopping out of the cart, untangling the Lethifold and letting it re-attach itself to his back. Rolling his eyes at the grumbles the creature was emitting, he suddenly had the humorous thought of the Monster Book of Monsters and the Lethifold battling. he wondered who would win in such a situation, the killer cloak or the vicious book. chuckling at the thought as the female Goblin walked up to him while still, holding baby Harry but she was a bit cautious no doubt due to the Lethifold. Smiling at the female Goblin how handed Harry back to him. Making his way out of the bank, he cast a warming charm when a rush of cold air smacked his in the face and making sure Harry and Lethifold are warm. Setting off, Hadrian made his way to Grimmauld Place.
Hadrian looked at the Black ancestral home, only to grimaced in disgust as he realized nothing had changed since the last time he'd visited. Hadrian quickly place a silencing charm on baby Harry and the Lethifold so they don't have to suffer due to Walburga screeching.
The moment Hadrian stepped into Grimmauld Place only to see grime still coated everything, the painting of Walburga Black still screamed her head off, and Kreacher the house elf still spewed out insults every time he caught sight of someone who wasn't a pureblood or "blood traitor." The elderly elf had just called Harry a "disgusting half breed" when Hadrian grabbed the creature by the throat and threw him against the nearest wall.
This stunned the portrait of Walburga Black silence his appearance caused, making the woman to bend into a low curtsey, blushing lightly. My liege! It has been 50 years since you had walked the walls of a Black house." The portrait said, before straightening out and looking at Hadrian more closely.
" indeed, it has been 50 years my dear Walburga time has not changed the beauty you still hold?" Hadrian said, as he leaned in until his nose was an inch away from Kreacher's. "If I hear one more disparaging word come from your filthy little mouth I will personally order you to pull out your own tongue and shove it up your arse. Do you understand me?" Hadrian squeezed until the small being could barely breathe. Kreacher immediately nodded as fear clouded his bugged out eyes. "Good." The elf fell hard to the floor, gasping for breath, "Forgive me for my rudeness Walburga it seems like your house elf doesn't remember who was loyal to the black family and who they served after all I'm head of the house of Black, thanks to my god father Arcturus Black." Hadrian said as Walburga nodded her head in understanding. After explaining the details to walburga and ordering Kreacher to have a nursery ready for baby Harry and to warn him that there is also a Lethifold in the house of black seeing the Terror in Kreacher's eyes was totally worth it.
It was late that night when Hadrian climb into bed hoping that his nightmares will not this time but luck seem isn't on his side tonight.
~Hadrian's nightmare~
Hadrian looked pleadingly at Tom's smug gaze, but the fortitude was plain. His filthy hand came to wrap around Hadrian's throat. He flexed his fingers before pressing them down. It was a tiny pressure, but it made Hadrian flinch. The predatory look in Tom's eyes gave him a shudder of fear and revulsion.
"I wonder," Tom mused, "if you're one to be aroused in women's clothing."
Verdant eyes widened. "No." Hadrian said harshly in retaliation. The fingers tightened their hold. "Tom, no, please."
"Hadrian Joseph Peverell ," Tom pushed Hadrian onto the door. "You will obey what I say lest something awful happens.?"
Hadrian's breathing spiked, one hand clutching Tom's wrist whilst the other pressed on the wood of the door behind him?
"Get on my desk, Hadrian. I have a surprise for you." He ordered. His hand moved to grab onto Hadrian's arms and thrusted Hadrian to the direction of the desk. Hadrian stumbled.
He stared hard at the surface of the table. "Well come on, Hadrian," a soft voice coaxed him from behind. Hadrian startled. "Get on it."
He sat on the table, his leg not even touching the floor and his eyes cast down.
"Look at you," Tom said gleefully, his fingers grasping Hadrian's chin and wrenching his face up to Tom's. "Looking so demure, my pure, pure Hadrian."
Then his lips descended upon Hadrian's. He kept his eyes open, seeing the verdant clash with garnet. Hadrian's lips were frozen, unmoving as Tom moulded his own against Hadrian's. He pulled back, disappointment and rage in his eyes, before a resounding crack came down on his face. He stumbled back on the desk, his hand gripping the edges and the other reached up to cradle his cheek.
"Don't be so surprised, Hadrian." Tom said mockingly. "You know the consequences that I give out to bad boys. Foolish little Hadrian. You think you'll just sit there like a mannequin while I make love to you?"
'Make love', Hadrian almost spat. Rape was not 'making love'. It was a despicable act. So, so bad. Hadrian tried to keep his tears inside of his eyes.
"I want you to respond - you will respond." He grabbed a fistful of Hadrian's hair and pulled it back so his eyes were only looking at Tom's handsome face. His breath was sweet and heady and so very, very sick to Hadrian. His touch burned like hot iron, like torture. His eyes drilled holes into Hadrian's.
Those lips came crashing down on Hadrian's again. And this time, Tom's hand was on Hadrian's jaw, forcing a reaction from him. Hadrian moved his lips according to what Tom wanted, but it was too rough, too unpredictable. His lips bled from the impact and their kisses were tainted with a metallic tang as Tom raped his mouth with his tongue.
Wandering hands unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, leaving the cold to pierce his bared skin. A guttural sort of groan came from Tom as he pulled back, shoving the garments from Hadrian's body and divesting him of any clothing. Hadrian felt the sharpness of the cold more than ever with the Christmas air almost settling over them.
Hadrian wanted to scream for Tom to stop, but he didn't. Instead, he watched as Tom took a bag and his hand delved inside it. Out came two white stockings, a pair of frilly panties with matching Bra, a corset, and a Slytherin girl uniform that shouldn't be put on a boy.
The stockings slipped smoothly against the skin of his legs that where secured with a garter belt , making it look as if his legs went on and on.
"Get your pants off."
Hadrian's shaking hands moved to his waistband. But he was deemed too slow and Tom grabbed the material, bunching it up before pushing it down his thighs and off his legs. He shoved Hadrian back and pulled on the lacy panties over his naked legs and cock. Patting the flaccid member, Tom smirked. As he attaches a bra around Hadrian's chest next came the corset is fastened tightly around Hadrian's waist forcing whatever little fat Hadrian had into the bra. Lastly Tom dressed Hadrian in Slytherin girl uniform.
"there don't you look lovely maybe next time I'll dress you in a dress."
Next time? Hadrian's breath hitched, his face crumpled and silent streams of tears cascaded down his cheeks. Tom's fingers caught the moisture.
"You're so beautiful when you cry Hadrian."
Hadrian clenched his eyes shut, the tears not stopping once they fell. He hated himself, he hated Tom, he hated Albus Dumbledore, for making take this stupid mission. He hated, hated, and hated.
Then, he was flung to the ground, lifted up and his head banged against the surface of the desk. Hadrian saw stars and hoped that he would pass out so he wouldn't have to feel the pain, the humiliation and the unfairness of it all.
"you are mine, Hadrian." Tom snarled in his ear.
Hadrian struggled, he didn't like pain - he didn't want anymore, no more, no more .
It was a little redundant to have put the panties and skirt on Hadrian, because Tom had pulled down the panties and pulled up the skirt, leaving Hadrian's arse for him to inspect. Tom pinned him down, his arms holding Hadrian's in place. There was an uncomfortable twinge between his shoulders that would grow should he move the wrong way.
Then, all too soon, Harry felt the unfamiliar hardness against his hole.
"No! Tom - no, stop! TOM!" Hadrian screamed as the unrelenting erection breached, tore and split him open. He felt fire from his stomach and nausea. His head was spinning and the tears flowed more freely, down his face, dripping from his chin and onto the desk below.
Tom laughed delightedly and smacked Hadrian across his bum, causing more pain.
"Oh… you sound so good screaming my name," he sighed.
Hadrian sobbed, his shoulders tense and his forehead on the smooth, wooden desk. Agony laced his very being and not once did he ever got hard. Everything was just painful and unpleasant. The tantalisingly sweet smell triggered him and sent another wave of nausea. It was so sick.
He began to really thrust. Hadrian kept on screaming, crying, calling out for a help that would never come to him. He felt blood trickle from between his legs, spidering a web of sanguine down the white of the stockings. Everything was tearing him up from the inside.
Tom pulled out, flipping him over and throwing Hadrian's legs over his shoulders.
Currant blazing eyes wolfed down the broken state of his lover. Tom had never felt so powerful, so pleased, so utterly in control of another person before. It fed his hunger for more. He burned the sight of Hadrian's body dressed in a Slytherin girl uniform into his brain, drinking in every curve, dip and plane of the smooth skin. He loved the way Hadrian's eyes shone bright every time. That's because of me, he thought.
Pressing in once more, watching Hadrian flinch and try to push Tom's body away, he forced his way in, relishing in the cries of pain that Hadrian emitted. It was like music; grating on his nerves, causing goosebumps to rise from his skin and a roll of excitement was deep in his belly. There was something pleasurable in the bloodcurdling screams that Hadrian gave.
"Tom! Please - ugh! - please, stop!"
Tom never stopped. He kept going, even when those nails gripped his biceps and dug in. It hurt, but he knew that Hadrian would be in more pain. Physical pain was one thing, but Tom wanted to see those green eyes cloud in ecstasy, knowing full well of what's happening, be disgusted and still be enjoying Tom's imposed perversion. He wanted Hadrian to submit himself into the pleasure of being with Tom.
He took Hadrian's flaccid member in hand; and started stroking.
Hadrian's eyes widened, the shape of his own penis forming into a more phallic state.
"No! No!" Hadrian yelled. "No! Tom! STOP!"
It was a wonder how he could still yell with how sore his throat was. It was even more puzzling as to why nobody had heard him yet. Tom never stopped. His hand jerking Hadrian off, his own cock burying itself into Hadrian's raw hole and his back arched off the desk, the back of his hips digging painfully into the edge.
Tom thrusted harder, faster, more erratic. His breathing was harsh and quick; his lips catching onto Hadrian's neck and sucking hard, marking him red and purple. Smug satisfaction was painted across his features.
Heat engulfed Hadrian, licking up his chest, neck and ears. And horrifyingly, it wasn't a bad type of heat. It was almost pleasurable.
"Come on, Hadrian," Tom whispered harshly into his ear. "Come for me, Hadrian." His hands flew about, one gripping a hard edge for dear life and the other raking itself down Tom's naked back. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. But at the same time; it was so, so nice. It was wrong . The fire shifted into somewhere between pleasure and pain in his guts, coiling his muscles around and tensing it further before Hadrian snapped.
~end of nightmare~
Hadrian woke up gasping for air as he looked around the room. seeing nothing but darkness and no Tom. Hadrian pulled his legs closer to himself. he tried to forget his nightmare only to let out a silent sob.