Tired, Harry climbed through the entrance of the common room with the help of Neville. Thanks to his cactus-like plant he could finally remember the password for once… Harry hoped it wouldn't change for a long time. He didn't feel like talking to anyone and headed straight to the dormitories. Once there, he greeted Dean and Seamus.

"Hey Harry… had a nice holiday?"

"Oh, uh, not really." He admitted. "Had to hide a lot. I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you guys, but I was kidnapped. Don't really know why, but Dumbledore wanted to keep that silent. It all worked out fine though."

"Oh Potter, could you please stop spouting nonsense?" Seamus said angrily, and Harry looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

"All this You-Know-Who's back crap. You don't really think it's believable, right?"

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"I call you an attention seeking git. First adding your name to the cup and then trying to get out of punishment by making up such a story? Do you know that because of you, my mom almost didn't let me come back to school? I can't believe that Dumbledore believes you!"

"Seamus!" Dean said, and the boy huffed and angrily turned around to ignore Harry. "Don't pay him any attention Harry… What… what did happen actually? That night, at the graveyard… Dumbledore was a bit vague…"

Harry sat down on his bed, wondering what he should say. It was annoying that he had to go against the plans of the Dark to ensure he was believable. Marvolo didn't want the world to know that he was back yet until he had infiltrated everything, to bring it all down at once, but he couldn't just state something completely different than at the end of last school year. Besides, as Marvolo had pointed out more than once, he sucked at lying.

"Voldemort was reborn." He said, trying his best to sound solemn. "He held some sort of ritual to gain a body again. He never truly died when he was defeated, so he… he came back."

"Then why haven't we heard anything from him yet?"Seamus scoffed. "No fights, no breakouts, no raids, no followers of him marching the streets."

"I don't know, okay?"

"I thought you had some weird mind link with him. Or were your fainting sessions acts as well?"

"Shut up Seamus." Another voice said, and and Harry saw Ron enter the room, the tips of his ear red with anger.

"What, you don't say that you believe his nonsense about You-Know-Who, right?"

"Why yes, yes I do."

"Nuts, all of you." Seamus grumbled, and got in bed.

"I'm not a liar!" Harry said, becoming angry.

"Sure you aren't."

Knowing he wouldn't be able to convince Seamus anyway, he pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing the urge to practice the Unforgivables on the stubborn guy. He voiced his thanks for support to Ron, who gave him a smile and a half-shrug. When they were finally all in bed and the lights went out, he couldn't sleep. He wasn't able to shake off the feeling of someone watching him. Finally, when he was sure the others were fast asleep, he silently got up and searched his trunk for his map and invisibility cloak. Harry snatched his wand, threw the cloak over his head and snuck out of the dorms and the common room, glad to see that the Fat Lady was absent.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." He whispered, and tapped the map.

He narrowed his eyes because of the darkness, trying to see the black lines on the parchment. He couldn't very well cast a Lumos here. When he wasn't successful, he entered an empty classroom to study the map more thoroughly in the light. Firstly, he checked the location of all the teachers and saw that there were few floors that were guarded. He could easily avoid them. Another dot that was stalking the castle bore the name of Arve Greyhunter, and Harry smiled wryly because of how well the name suited the man. Yet, it couldn't be him who Harry felt, because he was actually in the dungeons, doing Merlin-knows-what. The feeling of being watched increased, along with strange amusement, and Harry was sure it wasn't his. Then, the pieces fell into place and he frantically searched the map.

Marvolo? He thought, but he didn't get an answer. After ten minutes of which each seemed to be made up from endless seconds, he finally found the dot he so desperately wanted to see… In the most unlikely place possible. Aghast, he exited the room and went to the fifth floor to search for the statue of Boris the Bewildered. When he finally stood in front of the fourth door on the left, he wondered what to do. Surely, the password had changed, and it was really frustrating to know that there was only one thin barrier of wood separating him from his lover. Getting an idea, he cast a brief Lumos, dimming the light with his hands and clothes so it wouldn't be too visible, and studied the map. And indeed, like with the tunnel to Honeydukes, here he also saw a mini-Harry waving with his wand. Tiny words were scribbled above mini-Harry's head.

Harry dimmed the light and, getting a wicked idea, removed all his clothes, having only the invisibility cloak around him still. He waved with his wand and whispered: "Seafoam."

The door cracked open and he slipped inside, his heart doing a double take upon seeing Marvolo, his upper body and arms stretched out over the bathroom tiles and the rest of him hidden beneath the water. His eyes were closed, and Harry wasn't sure if he knew that Harry was inside already. Silently, he put down his clothes and approached the man, kneeling behind his head. He suddenly had a flashback of the first time they had had sex, but instead of Marvolo, it was now him who hovered over his love. He let the cloak slide off, revealing his nude form. A ghost of a lazy smirk appeared on Marvolo's expression and red eyes opened slowly.

"Hello my love… missed me?"

Harry chuckled, a bit breathless. "How long did you know I was here?"

"I followed your mind. I knew whatever you were thinking from the moment you set foot in the castle."

"There goes my surprise." Harry muttered, but he shut up very quickly, for he was pulled down in an awkward, but nonetheless loving, kiss.

"Join me?" Marvolo asked in invitation, and Harry descended in the warm water, immediately and instinctively reaching out for the man's cold touch.

"I did miss you…" he mumbled, tucking his head underneath Marvolo's chin. "I don't want to leave you for this long anymore."

"You won't have to." The Dark Lord assured him, and kissed the tip of his head.

"How did you get inside this bathroom anyway?"

"I have my ways…" he said, smirking arrogantly, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Figures." He said while sliding his hand down the white chest, coming to rest at the thigh underwater. He stroked the leg, feeling the muscles contract and relax again. Marvolo sat upright and pulled the other leg to his chest. Harry leaned against the knee, eyeing the leg.

"Pure sin." He muttered, and a deep rumble emitted from Marvolo's throat.

~I'll show you sin.~ His lover hissed, sliding his hand over Harry's arse.

"Marvolo…" he breathed.

"Yes, dearest?" the man said, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on Harry's shoulder, which soon turned to soft bites. Harry couldn't do anything but moan and lean in more, digging his fingers in the man's hips and pressing himself against Marvolo's front. A groaned sigh left his lips as their cocks rubbed together, both half hard already.

"This isn't exactly the most comfortable place for this…" he finally managed to say, and Marvolo frowned.

"No, indeed it isn't. Wait." He took his wand, which lay just a few inches away on the floor, within reach, and summoned some towels.

Harry backed away a bit as the man got to his feet, dry the instant he rose from the water and the teen blushed furiously when seeing Marvolo in all his naked glory… from this angle. A hiss escaped his lips and amused eyes watched him as he licked his lips hungrily. His gaze glided from his lover's perfect, white calves, to his straining member, the flat stomach and chest, to finally lock gazes with him. ~Definitely sin.~ He groaned, getting up himself. He actually trembled with need now. Need to touch and be touched. Marvolo caught his wrists and pulled him up before wrapping him in the black, fluffy towel. Harry's arms automatically came around the man's neck when he was picked up.

"Where are we going?" he mumbled, though he didn't really care that much, as long as he was getting to touch perfection. With tenderness, he brushed feather light strokes against the bald head, marveling over how the skin could be so soft. With wonder and curiousity, he also stroked the slits of the flat, snake-like nose gently. He didn't notice them passing through a wall, which was really a hidden door, and continued his exploration. He loved Marvolo's face. He knew that most people would find it horrifying, and somewhere, he could understand, but he just thought that he was so… so sexy. He pressed a light kiss to the Dark lord's nape while his hands stroked the back of the head. "I love you." He muttered, feeling a blush creep up again. "I love you so damn much…"

The man didn't answer because he was currently concentrating on walking down a staircase, but Harry felt the hold on him tighten and saw Marvolo's expression softening. Content, he rested his head against the shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, hmm?" he heard a soft whisper, and he shook his head a bit. At last and with great reluctance, he was put down on a cold stone floor. He shuddered because of the chill here. He hugged Marvolo close and was awed when he found that for once, the man's body was actually warmer than the air around him. "Harry? What is wrong?" his lover asked concerned when he shuddered.

"Cold." He managed to whisper through clattering teeth, his breath visible in the air. "You don't feel it?"

"Ah, my body runs on a somewhat… different temperature. I hadn't noticed the cold, I apologise…"

Warmth flooded the air when, with a flick of the yew wand, a fire came to life in the hearth on the side of the room. Harry looked around with interest, his eyes drawn to the giant bed that dominated the space, becoming somewhat nervous. He scolded himself. It was not like they hadn't had sex before… Hell, he'd been inside the man's ass. Somehow though, he didn't think that would be happening any time soon again. Not tonight, for sure. He shrugged the towel off and, knowing that Marvolo hated it when things lay on the floor, he caught it and dropped it over a nearby chair, raising an eyebrow when a cloud of dust rose.

"Detergeo." Marvolo said, and glittering dust particles were wiped off the bed before disappearing.

A shiver wracked Harry's spine, but not from the cold this time. Not knowing what came over him, he purposefully strode to the bed and draped himself over the emerald blankets, imitating the pose he had found Marvolo in, his arms outstretched, and suggestively, he slowly pulled one of his legs closer. He saw Marvolo tremble as he watched the scene, following his foot which was now very close to his own groin. Harry licked his lips, making sure they were red and moist before curling them into a crooked smirk.

"See anything you like?" he said, his tone breathy.

"Very much." Came the hoarse answer, and lean like a cat, Marvolo climbed on the bed, leaning over Harry, his hands placed on the blankets at the sides of the other's head.

Their foreheads touched and Harry heaved his head so that their lips were almost pressed against the other's. Harry raked his nails over Marvolo's arched back, feeling the vertebrae stick out, the skin stretched tightly over the bone. Cold lips caught his bottom lip and Harry lifted himself up to feel skin sliding against skin. When his lip was released, he placed a few, open-mouthed kisses on the other before finally, their lips locked and after a quickly decided battle, his tongue was pinned to the roof of his mouth.

"You're not going win this time." Marvolo smirked, pupils dilated in lust, after which he dived in again.

Harry submitted and relaxed, letting his lover devour him. Hands wandered down to his belly, stroking the line of hair that went from his naval to his private parts. He closed his eyes and groaned, breathing hitching. His memories took him back to dark nights in which the man that now hovered above him, had had no idea of the thoughts that whirled in the teen's mind, thoughts that were coming true right this moment.

"Ah!" he gasped as long fingers wrapped around soft, heated flesh, stroking the length softly.

Still a bit frightened by the whole concept of having someone inside him, but also with a strange feeling of anticipation, he spread his legs, well aware of the erection against his leg, which hardened even more at the gesture that could not be misunderstood. Marvolo broke the kiss and rolled to his side, trying to control his breathing. Ruby, clouded eyes stared at Harry and the hand released his member to stop just in front of his face. He took the hand and heaved himself up on an elbow to lick the fingers, thoroughly coating them with his saliva before lying down again.

The man took one of the teen's legs and pushed it up, revealing the twitching hole. Marvolo arched an eyebrow at his lover, and Harry nodded, slightly dazed. He felt a wand at his entrance and got that odd, empty feeling again as it was cleansed. He tensed when a finger was inserted, surprised that the foreign feeling was so… pleasurable. It wiggled around, digging deeper into him and he arched into the touch, rocking against it. A strangled moan followed as a mouth engulfed his cock and this time, he did watch, almost coming at the sight and the sensations. A shudder wracked his body when a sensitive spot inside of him was hit and he remembered Marvolo's reaction when he had taken the man.

"Again." He whispered, and the spot was stroked with such excruciating gentleness that every fiber of his body screamed for more. A second finger followed, scissoring him. He winced when it hurt, but it subsided quickly, mostly because of the tongue that was lapping at the head of his cock.

"I need to…" he breathed, almost sobbing when his prostate was hit again.

It appeared to be the wrong thing to say, for Marvolo pulled away with a grin, lying down himself, next to Harry. With a desperate growl, he threw himself on the man, not caring how he looked as he writhed against the other, his hands wandering over the torso, sides and legs. He latched onto a nipple, sucking as if his life depended on it. He massaged Marvolo's heavy, full balls and decided to return the favour he had been giving earlier by kissing the throbbing dick.

"Please." He whined, and finally, his lover rolled back on top of him again, not wasting time anymore.

He struggled to breathe as his ass was stretched open and the tip of the cock was slowly pushed in. It was painful and he clenched his muscles, but it only increased the pain.

~Relax.~ He heard, and gradually, he loosened up.

It slowly slid in, now and then pulling out a bit before pushing in again. By the time Marvolo's balls slapped against his cheeks, he was completely turned on again, and precum dripped down his hardness. Harry pulled Marvolo down, so that the weight was crushing him. The man lifted himself up again in confusion to let Harry breathe, but he was pulled down again and Harry wrapped his arms and legs around the man on top of him.

"Harry…"

The teen didn't answer, reveling in the feeling of the man on top of him, inside of him, around him. He needed it more than oxygen, so he clung onto his love for dear life, not ever wanting it to end. He began to rock back and forth, moaning and breathing heavily and unsteady at the wave of pleasure the movement gave him, his prick trapped in between his own stomach and Marvolo's. Only when black spots began to dance before his eyes did he, reluctantly, push Marvolo back a bit. Getting the hint, the man sat up, but not without grabbing Harry's legs just beneath his ass and snapping his own hips forward, driving his cock deep into the tightness.

"Salazar…" he panted, looking down at the disheveled teen who was covered in a sheen of sweat, his mouth open a bit, now and then making the most delicious noises. To his surprise, Harry chuckled.

"I don't believe I'm as old as he is."

"And you say my humor sucks."

"It does. I rather have your mouth sucking me though."

Who had guessed that his lover liked to talk dirty during sex?

"Oh, it will, if you're good." He whispered, leaning close to Harry's ear.

"Hmm, am I not good already?" the boy said, pulling his legs to his chest to lift his ass in a submissive gesture. Whatever he had wanted to say next was lost in a loud cry when Marvolo pulled almost completely out and rammed inside with a single thrust due to the new angle. He rolled his hips a few times and then pulled out fully.

"Marvolo!" Harry whined, and the man knew that his young lover was on the verge of breaking.

"You want something?" he asked sweetly, and he saw that Harry was struggling to form words.

"I want you to make me come…" the teen said, and Marvolo bent down, giving the now red cock a long, slow lick before flipping Harry over on his stomach.

"Then get to your knees."

Harry did so, not even hesitating this time. He buried his head in the pillows when his hips were grabbed, and he felt Marvolo's cock leaving a wet trail between his ass cheeks before pushing in again. It took less than a minute of fast, shallow thrusting and Marvolo pulling at his cock with firm, quick tugs this time to sent him over the edge and he came over the bed, absolutely not caring when he collapsed in it. When he was still riding out his orgasm, hot seed spilled in his body. He lay there, unable to move anymore and snuggled into Marvolo's embrace when strong, cold arms wrapped around him. The softening cock slid out of him and he felt cum drip out. He clenched his ass to prevent it from leaking out. A chuckle reached his ears and a cold breath fanned his neck.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes." He breathed back, smiling when a tongue began to lick his earlobe.

He felt that he was getting rather sleepy. "Actually, I rather like the name." he yawned.

"What name?"

"Salazar."

"Hmm, well then, my little serpent. I do believe I have found a new name for you then."

Harry turned around and cuddled up to the chest of his lover, humming contently when fingers began to card through his locks.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, but I do believe you will have to wake up somewhere else, somewhere I cannot be."

Harry nodded sadly.

"Sleep now, my little Salazar. You will be seeing me rather often, so there is no need to be concerned.

He kissed the teen's lips rather passionately, and after another, gentle peck on the forehead, Harry fell asleep


Harry covered his eyes against the bright light that flooded the room.

Wait, Light?

He shot up, momentarily abashed by his surroundings. When the hell did he get back to Gryffindor tower? He flushed, remembering last night's events and grinned, touching his lips. He wondered how Marvolo had brought him back here, without even knowing the password. –not that the Fat lady would have let him in even with one. Unless she didn't want to have her frame sliced up again like in third year with Sirius.- he figured that, would he ask, he'd just get a 'because I'm awesome' answer, so that wouldn't help much either.

He sighed when seeing it was almost time to get up. He saw that the rest was still asleep and clambered out of bed. He smiled when he wanted to get clothed, noticing that the usual shirt that went with the school uniform had been replaced by something else, a very fine looking, warm shirt of a silvery grey material. He wondered what it was because, knowing Marvolo, it wasn't just to look pretty. He opened his trunk, seeing the map and invisibility cloak folded up perfectly. He took his schedule, smirking.

Potions. Wonderful. I'll bet Snape will have a hard time not snapping at me too much.

The common room was almost empty. Only the Weasley twins were to be seen, sniggering softly over something. Curious, Harry approached them, arching his eyebrow when seeing the paper on the wall.

Gallons of Galleons!

Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?
Like to earn a little extra gold?
Contact Fred and George Weasley,
Gryffindor common room for simple,
part-time, virtually painless jobs.
(We regret that all work is undertaken at applicant's own risk)

"Hermione is going to be furious." Harry said airily, wondering with amusement what they were up to this time. They never failed to be interesting.

"Harry! We didn't see you there! And? How was last night?" one of them said with twinkling eyes.

The teen stopped dead in his tracks. "I'm sorry?" he asked, his heart thumping wildly. They couldn't have seen…

"Well, we heard someone sneak out of the portrait hole and saw nobody. And now with you coming here, clearly visible hickeys on your neck…

Harry's hand shot up to his neck, cursing inwardly. Couldn't Marvolo have done something about that as well? He growled, taking his wand and healed the bruises with a simple spell that he had looked up in the library of his lover's home. He actually tried it for the first time now, and was pleased with the result, although a few red spots remained.

"Very well, I sneaked away. What about it?" he said, his eyes narrowing. The twins simultaneously raised their hands up in a defensive gesture.

"Who said anything about us wanting to know something about your business?"
"Yes, we don't stick our noses where they don't belong…"
"Most of the time."
"If it doesn't involve someone we don't like anyways."
"Just make sure you don't tell Hermione this,"
"And we won't tell her that."
"Was it good, by the way?"

"Yes, it was very good, thank you. And would you stop that, I'm getting a headache."

"Stopping"
"What"
"Harry?"

Harry just glared at the smirking boys. "Nevermind. So I take that this has something to do with that joke shop of yours that you want to set up?"

"Yes. We just need volunteers."
"Of course, we tried everything ourselves already,"
"We just want to see if it has the same effect on everybody."

"Well, good luck with it. What are you experimenting with just now?"

"Candy that makes you ill until you swallow the other half."
"Very useful for skipping classes."
"And annoying the hell out of the teachers."
"I doubt that anyone will be so stupid,"
"As to try it during Snape's lessons though."

"Pity." Harry snorted. "Would you like to come with me for breakfast?"

"Sure."

"So." He spoke up again as they walked through the corridors. "What do you think about that Umbridge woman?"

"Percy spoke rather fond of her. That can't be good. Did you hear the news by the way?"

"What news?"

"Percy broke his ties with us because mum and dad follow Dumbledore."

"Why?" Harry asked. He had never thought Percy to be very nice, but this was not something he had expected from the snobby boy.

"He's got a high job in the Ministry now. Dumbledore is seen there as a senile old man."

"Isn't he?" Harry chuckled, and they laughed together. It felt nice to be able to have people to laugh about things like that. Hermione would probably scold him for it.

"Sure he is, but brilliant nonetheless. If I were Percy, I'd not have chosen the weakest link in this world. Fudge is an idiot." The conversation reminded him of the one he'd heard during his first Death Eater meeting, where he'd met 'The gang' as Devaki called them.
"He's also in denial mode." Said the other, who had remained strangely silent until now. "About the Dark L… You-Know-Who."

Harry's mind didn't register the slip because he was lost in thought. "What do you think about it all? Voldemort, the Ministry, the Order…"

"I think it's all a highly complicated mess, and that it's going to be more of a political thing than an outright war. At least, till now."

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked, noticing that they had hit the nail on the head.

"You-know-Who is strangely silent. You'd think that now Dumbledore and you keep trying to convince the world that he's really back, he would try to challenge you personally, yet he sits back and waits. Nothing has happened on the surface. Through Percy though, we heard that some laws have been changed. Of course, he's totally unaware of the fact that it strokes perfectly with the believes of the Dark.

"Pureblood supremacy?" Harry snorted, although inwardly, he was glowing. He knew of the laws that had been changed. Most of them were to give magical creatures more rights, a request on behalf of their allies.

"Harry…" one of them said hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"We need to speak to you, somewhere in private. It's about… well, about the Order's agenda. You know those ears we invented?"

"Yes?"

"We overheard some… more private conversations of Dumbledore that you might be interested in. You know we're your friends, right? We'd hate to-"

"Fred." The other interrupted with a sharp voice, and Fred and George stared at each other for a while. Finally, Fred nodded stiffly. "Anyways, come talk to us when you feel up to it, okay?"

"I'll keep it in mind." Harry answered, having become somewhat wary about the whole conversation, yet, he felt that it was very important and decided to search them out at the end of the day, if possible. He might be dense now and then, but he certainly was not dumb. They had heard Dumbledore say something that they didn't like, and that Harry wouldn't like either. Or perhaps wouldn't have liked if he wasn't already Dark.

They entered the hall and sat down in silence. There were few others, so the sound would carry far. Noticing Dumbledore sitting at the head table, he preferred to keep quiet. He speculated about when Dumbledore would demand to hear his 'kidnapping story' for himself, and if he suspected that there was something off about it. Naturally, it wasn't very Malfoy- like to suddenly become good friends with Harry Potter, but, as Marvolo had pointed out, Lucius was always out for his own gain. Despite that fact however, Harry rather doubted that it was very beneficial for Lucius' job at the Ministry to befriend 'the lunatic who spouted nonsense about the return of a certain Dark lord'. Harry needed to speak to his lover about that. He was just done eating when Hermione and Ron came in. He didn't really feel like talking to them, but for the sake of appearances, tried to listen to them. His head was spinning a bit and he didn't feel well.

"Hey," he said to George. "Does that stuff of you also work against normal illness? If you only eat the 'feel better' part of it?

George looked at him with surprise, which soon turned into a thoughtful look. "I don't know. We never tried that. You want to be our test person?" he grinned.

"No thanks George. I think I'll go to Madam Pomfrey for a pepper-up. See you around. Hermione, Ron, I'm going to the hospital wing, okay? See you in potions." He told them, and hurried off.


Damn that Potter boy! Not a single day at school and already had he unwittingly aroused suspicious inside the castle. Luckily of no-one who really mattered, but still. Eyolf sighed as he watched the boy from the shadows. He wondered what the Dark Lord saw in this kid. Upon asking around, he had heard that Potter had quite a high status among the Death Eaters, even though he hadn't mingled with the Inner Circle much. Most followers of the Dark lord were suspicious of the assassin, which was quite annoying, for it meant less information. Trying as he might, he'd not succeeded to go unnoticed among the ranks in the Dark army. His name had spread before he'd even had the chance to erase the trail. His one and only mistake he had ever made in his career.

His eyes never let go of Potter's back as he slid from shadow to shadow. He was glad that he didn't need to take care of the Weasley twins… Deciding that there was little that could go wrong when talking to a nurse and after that being under the 'care' of Severus Snape. –whom he needed to have a good chat with later, now he thought of it.-, he disappeared into a wall, checking the map of the castle with moving dots. He'd been lucky to see Potter use it, and had spent a while copying it the moment Potter had been talking to the Dark Lord about… whatever they had talked about. He wasn't so suicidal as to actually try to listen in on that conversation. –though really, why the hell had they been talking in a bathroom of all places?-


Detergeo: wipe away, wipe off

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