Sweetheart
"What do you wanna do, Mr. Hogwarts Graduate?" James asked, grinning wide and eyes shining with ever-present pride. He doesn't think he could ask for a better son, his baby boy who had grown up into a young wizard and well on his way on becoming a proper man. Next to him his lovely wife is finishing off breakfast, the first morning with Harry back home and likely one of the last they'll have with him. He was always an independent boy, James doubts his son will be around for long. Especially with the Riddle boy waiting for him, James would place money on Tom Riddle salivating at the prospect of having Harry with him in a private space with nearly zero possible interruptions.
[it makes him slightly sick, thinking about his baby boy doing things baby boys don't do. James wasn't the one who gave Harry the Talk, it had to be Lily. he still sees the scrawny little boy with too-wide eyes and a bright smile, can't imagine him doing the sinful things adults do.]
Harry laughed, pulling a spoon out of his mouth. "Tom says I'm supposed to be a trophy." He rolled his eyes. "But I can't just sit around and do nothing. I'm thinking about getting a job at where he used to work, that pawnshop in Knockturn. Just part-time, see, with that spot Tom got me training under the goblins at Gringotts I won't be able to work a whole lot." His boyfriend had managed to pull string after string, scoring him a position as an wizard-apprentince at Gringotts. He'd be working with them to learn how to make magical objects, how to break and make different wards and protective curses, and all the neat tricks for building a fortune.
"I don't know, sweetheart." Lily walked over the kitchen table, placing down two plates- one with a pile of scrambled eggs and bacon, another with a pile of pancakes. "It could be dangerous, working in Knockturn Alley." She said.
"Tom did fine." Harry pouted.
"Didn't he graduate with twenty N.E.W.T.'s?" James asked, raising his brow. He sipped his cup of coffee.
"How did he even manage that?" Lily wondered.
"He did a lot of self-study classes." Harry said. He pulled five pieces of bacon off of one of the plates, sticking his tongue out at his father.
James chuckled. He used his fork to scoot two pancakes onto his plate. "Are you going to be moving in with him?" He asked. "Since you're finally legal." [no he wasn't going to think of that-]
Harry flushed and slowly nodded his head. "Tom's doing up some manor, wants me to move in with him when it's done." He said.
The skin over Lily's knuckles paled white as she gripped her cup of coffee. James' fork dug into his plate, just a bit, not enough to chip the porcelain. "My little boy's becoming a man." James said. Harry laughed.
Sweetheart
A manor sat on the Welsh countryside, abandoned centuries ago when the owners had grown unable to properly manage it. Eventually it was sold to Gringotts and simply floated from owner to owner. Tom snatched it up in an auction for a cheap price, spend triple the amount for what he bought it for to transform it to what he wished to become his and Harry's home. The exterior was cleaned and the gardens were replanted with the stone wall fixed, the wards reinforced. The interior was furnished, updated, fresh paint and new wallpaper and floorboards added. The kitchens were stocked with three House Elves, who would also keep the manor clean. It sounds simple, but it had been a complex, expensive process to bring it to Tom's liking.
Tom's first night in it was spent alone. The second wasn't. His bed was filled with warmth and Harry, his lovely boy who was turning into a man before his very eyes. He thought it would be harder to see the growth and change, but it wasn't. Of course Harry's hair had grown even more out of control and had him use a potion to permanently rid himself of body hair. His boy was wearing cinches now, to squeeze in waist. It wasn't Tom's request, something Harry insisted he had to do. He didn't really care what Harry looked like, as long as he was by Tom's side.
He had plenty to do every day. They both did. Harry worked Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings and Sunday afternoons at Borgin and Burke's. He was at Gringotts every afternoon from Monday to Saturday. Tom's hours were erratic. He was building a fortune, managing recruitment and a growing list of followers, nurturing alliances with werewolves and centaurs and giants and even blasted trolls. Tom's ambition knew no bounds, he had ideas and a way to perfect the magical world. Harry happily encouraged him. The nights, which were typically completely theirs, were spent with their bodies wrapped together, sloppily told stories with kisses thrown in just to be tender and show their love.
There were days Tom simply couldn't stand the Malfoy brothers, or the Lestrange's or the Rosier's or the Weasley Twins. Those were the days he came home hard-handed and decorated his love with bruises, bites, and deep wounds that stained their sheets red (and white) and painted Harry a colorful myriad of pain and pleasure. These days were often.
There were also days Tom went through all the troubles of leading with ease and came home, gentle. Harry enjoyed both types of days equally. Tom knew Harry loved the marks as much as Harry loved being held close and kissed while Tom came inside of him. When he could remember, he'd litter a bruise here and there, add a bite over that one Harry's carried for years now, never allowed to heal.
Harry knew full well what Tom was doing, but he pretended to be in denial. He liked to lick blood off of Tom's skin before he gathered his stained robes, throwing them out because even with magic there was that smell that couldn't be removed. The House Elves knew Harry liked tending to Tom the most at night, left him to it out of respect. Good thing, too, because Harry was territorial. He wanted to be the one who turned Tom away from Dark wizard and sadistic leader to a simple man with very simple needs; food, water, and sex, to name the essential three.
Tom sometimes remembered Harry's parents and chuckled. He doubted they would let him keep Harry if they knew what [who] he was, what he was doing to their son.
Sweetheart
*excerpt from the "Daily Prophet", June 6, 2000
Dark Lord on the Rise?
written by Lavender Weasley
For the past three years, the Ministry of Magic has been dealing with reports of a possible Dark Lord. These reports were originally dismissed as rumors, made up by desperate Dark wizards attempting to gain a pardon for their crimes or a possible deal to lessen their sentence. However, a group of three Dark wizards have been arrested after killing seven muggles in London. According to sources within the Ministry, each of the Dark wizards had a strange mark on their inner left forearm that were identical to each other's. The names of these Dark wizards have not been released.
One of the arrested wizards stated they were obeying the orders of "their Lord." Though the Ministry remains skeptical, they have stated they will begin an investigation into the possibility of a rising Dark Lord. Sources claim the Ministry already has proof of the existence of a Dark Lord who goes by the name of Lord Voldemort, but do not wish to release the information in fear of alarming the public. These same sources claim they believe this rising Dark Lord has already risen and had control of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
My Great Poll of Writing (i named it and it's an amazing name hush hush) was only voted on once, earning this story a little continuation. It's only about 1400 words, but I felt obligated. I decided every Thursday I'll check the poll and write whatever got voted the most for, remove it from the poll and replace it with something new. That way I can please my readers and also force myself to write something at least once a week! I have been considered an original story, but I doubt it :D plus fanfiction is more my style. I'm thinking a good, real long Harry Potter fanfiction with plenty of detail and time spent.
Also, I did only write this in like thirty minutes so...crappy quality? probably!
AGAIN, if y'all want a continuation of this story or want to vote for whatever you want me to write the most, go to my profile and vote on the poll.
