Welcome back one and all to another installment of "In the Coils of a Serpent". In this chapter, we go over the four year and the events of the Triwizard championship.
On with the show.
Harry Potter has been having an odd summer, well, no, more of an odd month. His summer has been the same as it always has been the last few years, the only real difference was his stay in the cupboard for the first two weeks. That had been difficult for Harry, being back in the cramped space under the stairs, even as small as he was it was still small and uncomfortable, drawing back up nightmares again to the forefront of his mind when he slept, and he did indeed sleep. The weirdest thing was that Tamsyn was no longer haunting his dreams anymore, she wasn't gone, oh no, Harry could still feel the buzz of her emotions in the back of his mind, she just hasn't actively tormented him in the last month or so.
She was still there in his dreams, Harry could feel her as she moved around the screaming nightmare of the Dursley's house, her steps on the stairs above him in the cupboard, even when she would sit in front of the door to the cupboard her back to the door holding it close. Harry was sure she was planning something, but he didn't know what, during the day he could feel Tamsyn's emotions, the anger, the rage, the violation, and it made Harry smile every time he felt it because he knew exactly what she was thinking about. What had happened the last time she had shown up in his dream, where he had turned the tables on her and taken control of it and had used her as she had him for so long.
Harry did feel shame about it, he didn't like hurting people, and he didn't want to be like Uncle Vernon, Dudley, or Tamsyn. But that shame was buried under a Mountain of vindication he felt for doing it to her, Harry, in his private moments or before he would go to bed would replay that scene in his head over and over again. The look on her face, the fear, and panic in her eyes, how her throat felt in his hands as he squeezed, how she felt around him as he violated her again and again, and Harry could admit, that if given the chance, he would do it again to her. He pleasured himself to the thoughts and fantasies of doing it again, after each time Harry would feel the shame of having them and could feel Tamsyn bubbling anger in the back of his mind after each time, but sometimes he would feel the pleasant buzz of pleasure from her just before falling asleep, and Harry could rightly admit, they were both fucked up people.
It wouldn't be until a few weeks before his birthday that Harry would see Tamsyn again, and only in a flash of a window. Harry was outside, mowing the lawn during the hottest part of the day with an old push mower that his Uncle Vernon demanded he uses instead of the perfectly good petrol-powered one that was locked up in the shed. Harry had discarded his shirt due to the heat and had stopped halfway through the front yard to take a drink from the water hose. He had just turned it on and picked it up when he noticed one of the girls in the neighborhood looking at him from across the street, her eyes were trailing his body up and down with a hungry look causing Harry to blush as the thought of what she would look like with his hands around her throat entered his mind just as she raised her hand to wave and smile coyly at him.
Harry quickly turns away from her before picking up the hose and pulling off his glasses to douse his head in cold water. " It was the heat," Harry thinks to himself, " It had to be,"
By the time Harry looks up, the girl has made it down the street, but as he turns back to the tap to turn off the water, after putting back on his glasses, he sees her in the window. Just standing across the street looking much the same way she always did, her silk-like robe hanging off her arms not blowing in the wet cool breeze that promised a thunderstorm later that night. She was looking right at him with a blank, bored look till she notices him paying attention to her, her lips then twist into a smirk that was full of poison before her eyes flash scarlet, then a car drives by, passing in front of her, and she is gone.
And Harry knew that his "Peaceful" summer was over.
Harry had gone to bed the night before with grim anticipation, but still, he replayed the memories in his head over and over again before he tried to sleep. Harry could feel the prickling sensation of Tamsyn's anger and embarrassment before it turns to cold indifference, but still, Harry closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Harry wakes up the next morning, the sound of a thunderstorm echoing throughout the house as the sun shines into his eyes, he groans as he rolls off the side of his bed and lands on the soft hardwood floor. He was a little confused, he was sure Tamsyn was going to try something last night, but he didn't even have a nightmare for her to prowl around in. Harry picks himself up off the floor, and moves to his door, he found it locked like always, why didn't Aunt Petunia wake him up to cook breakfast like she always does? Harry doubted he got a day off but he shrugs and opens the door to his room and makes his way to the kitchen, his feet making no noise on the stone floor of the upper corridor.
He walks down the spiral staircase to the Dursley's living room, rubbing his eyes and yawning, passing by the red and gold decorations of the common room and opening the door to the kitchen, not even glancing in the direction of the boarded-up and locked cupboard. The Dursleys were here either, empty were the kitchen seats around the table, and the kettle was sitting on the back burner of the hob, unused. It was strange, but Harry does see a note sitting on the table, standing straight up with his name at the top, walking over and picking it up he reads:
Dear boy,
Your Aunt, Cousin, and I have decided to go for a drive this miserably beautiful morning, we are going out to the sea and driving off the cliff in my new company car that is also a submarine, fresh off the line it's not! I expect the house to be in the same state as which we left it when we return, my pile of drill bits in the corner and all! I know exactly how many there are so don't think you can steal any!
You are not to eat any of the pigeons in the fridge, the flying rats are for Dudley and Dudley alone, so don't touch them! I counted the beaks as well!
We will see you in our new-age space suits whenever we return from Atlantis, Ta!
I'm a shitty muggle/human,
Uncle Vernon.
" Odd, they normally tell me if they leave ahead of time," Harry thinks and it echoes throughout the castle halls.
"What are you reading, My Pretty Kitty?" a voice purrs into his ear from right behind Harry, causing him to jump to the side in surprise. His feet catch on one of the chairs sending him falling to the ground as the house fills with high and mocking laughter.
"Tamsyn!" Harry says from the ground looking up at the shifting eyes of the girl.
"Well, hello to you too, Pretty Kitty," Tamsyn says with a smile, "Did you miss me?" she asks him as she turns around, walking back towards the hob before hopping up and sitting on the countertop.
"No," Harry snaps, his face twisting in anger, "Why don't you go crawl back into whatever pit I scared you into last time and stay there till I die," Harry growls out in anger.
"Oh? Was that supposed to be frightening, Pretty Kitty?" Tamsyn asks mockingly, "That little purr of yours, my how very scary," she says before throwing her head back and laughing as Harry glares at her before standing up, she looks back at him with poison in her smile and mischief in her eyes, "and I wouldn't say that you didn't miss me, I have been on your mind, shall we say, very often," Tamsyn says before she makes a lewd jerking motion with her hand while wiggling her eyebrows at him.
"Shut up!" Harry yells at her, and Tamsyn giggles at him.
"Oh? And here I thought you were happy with yourself with what you did? Proud of yourself?" she says as she kicks her feet back and forth, "Tell me, Pretty Kitty, did you enjoy it?" her grin turning bloodthirsty, "When you had me pinned to the floor? With your hands around my throat? Violating me again and again," Tamsyn asks him, her last word coming out like a soft moan making Harry shuffle uncomfortably.
"I fought back that's all," Harry says weakly, "I can fight back now, I won't let you do what you want any more, you won't touch me again," he tells her, his words getting stronger, firmer as he speaks.
Tamsyn laughs again before speaking, "Is that how you rationalize it?" she asks with a look of playfulness, she doesn't let Harry answer before she hops off the counter before she continues, "Then how about a new game, hmm?" she asks as she pulls off her robe before folding it neatly.
"Game?" Harry asks, taken aback, "Is that all this is to you? A game? You tortured me, you, you-" his face twists into disgust and hate, "A game, that's it?!"
Tamsyn had pulled off her sleeveless jumper, to fold it and put it on the counter with her robe, "Yes, how else am I to keep myself entertained?" she says as she unbuttons her sleeves and rolls them up, "And it has been fun, watching you squirm, scream, and hate yourself over enjoying our, shall we say, private time together?" a smirk grows on her face as she unties the bowtie and pulling from around her collar and tying up her hair into a ponytail with it, "But then, in a fit of rage over some mutt-"
"His name was Sirius, and you killed him!" Harry yells, cutting her off for a moment before she rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, and for the record, I didn't kill him," she tells Harry, cocking her hip and putting her hand on it, "I just stopped you from saving someone useless to you, so you're welcome," Tamsyn says, her smile turning sharp as Harry feels the familiar rage boil in his guts, "That look on your face would be a lot scarier if it wasn't for the fact you're in your underwear," Tamsyn says with a smile, causing Harry to look down to see he was in fact in an oversized shirt and just his boxers, "Now as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, in a fit of rage over Sirius," she says Harry's Godfather's name mockingly, "That you were able to surprise me before overpowering me and getting it confused with you actually able to fight me back is rather funny and, much like everything you are, Pathetic, so how about this, we go another round and when I win, I keep doing what I've always done and you have to stop fighting me about it, and be a good pet for once," Tamsyn says with a wicked smile.
Harry shuffles from foot to foot and narrows his eyes at Tamsyn, "And what if I win?" he asks.
She smiles at him, "If, and that's a big if, you end up winning, I won't bother you for a whole week, I'll even block those sad little nightmares that haunt you," she says with a grin, "And for a bonus," Tamsyn tells him before Harry watches her reach down and slowly draw up her sides of her skirt, Harry could see the high socks stopping at the creamy pale thighs as Tamsyn bends forward a bit and arching her back before hooking her thumbs around something, doing a little side to side wiggle as she slowly, almost too slowly, pulls something that was Green, Silver, and way too lacey down. They fall around her ankles, her eyes never leaving Harry's, before standing straight and stepping out of them before kicking them away to the side.
"If you win, you can do whatever you want to me, however you want, as hard and cruel as you want to be," Tamsyn says with a smirk before reaching over to the knife block on the counter and drawing out the largest knife in it before tossing it between them, "Well, what do you say, Pretty Kitty, want to show me those claws you're so proud of?" she says with a smile and a wiggle of her waist.
Harry hesitates, why would Tamsyn offer this? Tempting as it was, Harry wasn't that dumb, she could just take what she wanted so why offer him a deal that she possibly had no intention of falling through with?
"How do I know you'll actually go through with your side?" Harry asks, and Tamsyn tilts her head, inspecting him for a moment.
"Impressive, asking questions like that Pretty Kitty," Tamsyn says, looking at him up and down, "I may not have a fully functioning conscience nor do I have any of those boring morals that people preach about, but I am a woman of my word, if I say I'm going to do something, I do it, simple as that," she says with a shrug, "If I don't keep to my word at the very least, no one would follow me and lying is something only the weak do," Tamsyn says as a simple statement of fact.
Harry swallowed nervously, his eyes flicking to the knife on the floor and then back to Tamsyn with her smile full of poison and eyes full of eager violence. Harry dives for the knife on the floor, just before his hand wraps around the handle it shoots out of his reach, right into the waiting hand of Tamsyn, Harry looks up just in time to see Tamsyn's foot connecting with the side of his head, kicking him onto his back.
"Morgan's tits, you really are that dumb, Huh?" Tamsin asks mockingly before the heel of her shoe meets his ribs, causing Harry to grunt out in pain, "I really have no idea what the older me saw in you," Tamsyn says as she kicks him again.
"Such a weak,"
Again she Kicks him,
"Pathetic,"
This time she stomps on his head,
"Waste of magic!"
She screams at him before the tip of her shoe meets the side of his head. She lowers herself on top of him, straddling his waist before grabbing one of his arms and driving the kitchen knife deep into his forearm, pinning it to the floor as Harry screams in pain.
"Look at you!" Tamsyn yells as she strikes him across the face, "You get one little victory over me and you think you're all Bonnaroo with this all!" she hits him again across the face, "Hate to break it to you, Pretty Kitty, but you caught me off guard that's it! You're not strong! You can't fight back! You can't save anyone!" with each yell she punches Harry again and again, he tries to raise his free hand to block the hits but she just hits another part of his face, "Well, Harry! Where's all the bravado now!? Or all you are is piss and wind!? Who can't even save one mutt!" Tamsyn screams as she wails on him with her fists.
Harry had had enough, he screams in the same primal fury he felt a month ago in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express, ripping his arm pinned to the ground by the blade from it, he swings and nails Tamsyn right in the face, he feels a pop under his blow as Tamsyn's head jerks back grabbing at her nose. Harry's arm comes back down as Tamsyn leans forward clutching her face, and that's when Harry feels something hit his cheek, wet and hot, he blinks in shock as he sees blood, Tamsyn's blood, leak from her hands. Harry has never done that before, he's punched Tamsyn before, a few times in fact, but she would brush off each blow as if it was nothing; He had never made her bleed before.
They both fall still as Tamsyn pulls her hand away from her face and a splash of red, hot, and wet blood hits Harry's face as Tamsyn begins to shake as her eyes turn scarlet and don't turn back. Blood was always a trigger for Tamsyn, Harry had noticed early in her torments, she would draw everything out and build up the agonizing anticipation of spilling Harry's blood, and when she did, she became more manic, more erratic, she would either draw it out for hours or end it as quickly as possible.
"My-My-My-My blood?" Tamsyn whispers horrified by the sight of her own blood, her head begins to jerk left to right, her pupils contract, and her breathing becomes sporadic, "I'm-I'm-I'm bleeding, My blood, My Blood, no-no-no-no-NO- NONONONONO!" Tamsyn shrieks before grabbing Harry's arm and ripping the knife that was still in it out, twisting it and causing Harry screams in pain before, in her mad rage, she begins to stab Harry in the chest, over and over, screaming all the while in a feral rage.
"I won't die! I won't die! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I won't be like Tom I won't fucking die! I'll kill you first, die, die, DIE YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Tamsyn screams with wild and savage eyes, stabbing and carving into Harry with none of her normal precise hands, just a feral want to end everything that had hurt her as quickly as possible.
Harry wakes up in his bed as lightning flashes outside, a crack of thunder covers his screams of pain as his chest convulses in pain, making him unable to draw in a breath with Tamsyn still raging in his head with wild desperation and animalistic fear.
Harry had stayed awake for the rest of the night and well into the next day with a pounding headache for hours, Tamsyn's emotions were all over the place, bleeding into him. Desperation and Fear were the ones that came up often throughout the day, hatred and rage popped up here and there, but never once was there her normal manic glee and anticipation of Harry exhausting himself. By dinner, there was just a sense of dark melancholy and self-loathing so strong that Harry thought it was his at first, but it had the buzz to it that Harry was used to feeling from Tamsyn's own emotions so he knew where it was coming from, or rather who.
With being awake for twenty-four hours and the yard work he had done on the hot, humid, summer had drained Harry of any energy he had from eating so little while at the Dursleys, and He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about why the normally perky murder happy psycho in his head was feeling like he normally did. So, he tucked himself into bed that night and fell asleep.
Harry had come too in a room that wasn't his own, dark and dingy and lit mostly by old oil lamps, the dark blue wallpaper was peeling off the rotting wooden wall, and the bed he was on was as big as the cot in the cupboard and just as lumpy. The floorboards were uneven and sticking up in some places, and the broken window looked out onto the brickwork of the building next store that was far, far too close for Harry, he felt cut off, entrapped, like he was never going to escape.
He felt like he was back in his cupboard, but it felt more hostile to him, like just around the corner he was going to be attacked by someone unseen.
BOOM!
The building shook at the sound of a bomb going off, making Harry jump off the lumpy bed in surprise, he reminded himself that this was a dream, a construct Tamsyn had created. Harry leaves the room as another explosion shakes the building, He opens the door to a long and winding hall. It twists back and forth like a snake slithering across the ground, off to his left he could see the stairs leading to the floor below, and his right led deeper into whatever this place was, Harry choose to go right, following the winding path deeper into the building, every few feet or so was a door with two names written on pieces of paper, each door was nailed or boarded shut, locked with heavy chains and large locks, with large X's painted on them with still running blood.
Harry finds Tamsyn in the only other unlocked and unbarred room with the small paper sign of: "Tamsyn M. Riddle/Tom Doe" on the door, he pushes the creaking door barely hanging on its hinges. The room was about as big as the one that Harry stayed in at the Dursleys, two of the small beds were pushed against either side of the room against the walls, one was unmade and messy with sheets of silver and green, a Hogwarts trunk sat at the head of the small bed, the other bed was neatly made with the blankets and sheets tucked in, the pillow placed perfectly in the middle of it, all with a black and white color scheme.
Tamsyn was curled up on the floor, her clothes were a mess, torn and dirty, and her hair was a tangled birds nest almost as bad as his own. Her face was covered in dried blood that had leaked from her nose when Harry had struck her, she was looking without seeing, her eyes empty as her hands pressed hard against her ears to block out the sound of explosions but she still flinches at the shaking of the building following each BOOM . She was muttering to herself over and over, "I don't want to die, I won't die, I don't want to die, I won't die," over and over in an endless stream in a hell of her own creation.
Harry had half the mind to leave her stewing in her own misery, Tamsyn deserved nothing less for everything that she had done to him, for everything she would do past the age she was when she created the Diary. But Harry couldn't turn around or away from the sight in front of him, because he knew this same type of self-loathing, of being afraid of something so deep that it freezes you in terror, unable to do anything but beg for it not to happen. Besides, if Harry would turn away from her, he would be no better than the Dursleys, and Harry never wanted to be like them.
So, with a sigh, Harry steps deeper into the room, "Tamsyn," Harry says, calling out to her, but she continues to mutter and flinch at the explosions, "Tamsyn, Snap out of it," Harry says before getting close enough to lean down and shake her, but still, her eyes are fixed forward, looking at something under the bed that was neatly made. Harry looks as well, wondering what had caught her attention and transfixed her, it was Tom, or at least his body. His head was smashed in and his body looked as if it was mauled by a wild animal and half eaten, but it was Tom, the boy Tamsyn killed in the underground to stay alive in a half-mad, half-starved desperation.
"Tamsyn!" Harry says, grabbing her and turning on her back to face away from the mutilated body stuffed under the bed, finally, she stops muttering and looks at Harry in shock before it melts into relief.
"Harry," Tamsyn whispers in mad desperation before throwing her arms around Harry, causing him to flinch before she crashes into him and knocks him to the ground, "Harry, oh, Harry, you're here, you're here and I'm not dead, Tom's not here, I'm not dead," she whispers into his ear frightened, clinging to him like he was a life vest in the middle of the ocean.
Harry falls back on his ass as Tamsyn clutches herself to him, he feels awkward as Tamsyn hugged him, and Harry tries not to flinch or fight to get her off of him. Tamsyn climbs into his lap, shivering and scared, Harry had never thought he would see her like this. The normally Menacing and confident girl that had haunted, hunted, tortured, and raped Harry time and time again over the past year was reduced to a scared child just by the sight of her blood.
"I thought I had died," Tamsyn whispers, "I thought I had died and I was gone, but you're here, which means I'm not dead," she tells Harry, and he could hear the rising manic tone in her voice.
"You're not dead Tamsyn," Harry tells her as she shifts in his lap, straddling him, her arms and legs wind around him as she buries her face into his neck, "You're still here, still in my head," Harry tells her, and for the longest time they just sit there, each lost in thoughts that not even the shaking of the building or the explosions of the bombs outside could disturb. After a while, Tamsyn pulls her face from the crook of Harry, dried blood and tear marks still on her face, she looks Harry in the eyes and for the first time Harry had ever seen, she hesitates for a moment before she leans in and kisses him. It wasn't her normal kisses, which were rough and sloppy, filled with a dark hunger and want, no this was softer, kinder, and sweeter than any of the other ones.
"Please," Tamsyn whispers into his lips and grinds into him, "Please, Harry, I-I need it, please," she says, it was close to a begging tone from her that got an instant reaction from him, "You can do whatever you, how ever you want, j-just please," Tamsyn tells him before she returns to kissing him, deeper now, more hungry than before and Harry gives in to that boiling hatred in his guts for her, the want of it all that he could feel from Tamsyn, and he kisses her back. He runs his hands through her tangled hair, grabbing it and yanking her head back to attack her next with bites to her soft and pale flesh, she moaned and squirmed as he did so, hissing in pain, but Harry didn't care. He wanted to hurt her, wanted to punish her, to consume her, because she had hurt him over and over again and at this moment he was stronger than her.
Harry tore at her clothes, ripping them off her shaking body, elated by the sounds of her gasps when he does so spurs him on as they move to the neatly made bed. It was slow but rough and hard, Tamsyn whispers to him what to do and how to do it to make her gasp and moan as he bit and clawed at her, enjoying the feeling of her pulse under his hands as he choked her, the sight of her face turning blue and purple, the marks he left on her. Harry feels each and every time she reached her peak from the buzz in the back of his head, from the arching of her back, and the way her eyelids would flutter, it felt good having Tamsyn under him, under his control and it woke something of a burning need in the boy who lived, a need to hurt her as she had hurt him.
Tamsyn
It had been months since they shared that moment in the depths of Tamsyn's own personal hell, where Harry had taken her on top of Tom's old bed, and Tamsyn, true to her word, didn't bother him for a whole week, keeping his dreams peaceful for the most part. She had kept his nightmares away so he could dream of flying, of Hogwarts, of Olivia Twist being kind to him, and like most teenagers, wet dreams. Oh, boy did her Pretty Kitty have some interesting erotic dreams that played out, so full of violence and pain for the ones he sees in his dreams, the little muggle tart he had seen waving at him, the tiny blood traitor she had possessed to open the chamber, even that little mudblood bitch that he used to hang around with.
But after that week, her game began again, it was honestly the only thing that kept her entertained as Tamsyn was locked away deep in Harry's subconscious, thinking up all the sweet ways she could make her Pretty Kitty run from her in terror. Though to be fair he has gotten very good at fighting back now, using his anger and rage to fuel his actions, and dear Mother Magic, he had a lot of it. Years of pent of aggression and hatred from living under the thumb of those disgusting muggles, from how she had treated him during that bloody fun year she had free reign in his dreams where she got to have so much fun with her Pretty Kitty, oh, how he screamed but never begged, how he hated how she used him but would finish himself off with only her in his head would get her so fucking excited for the next time. Oh, how she wanted to break him, but Her Pretty Kitty proved to be stubborn and strong of will, and she fucking loved it.
Then there was that bit of darkness in him, that raw hunger for violence that Tamsyn herself had, the only difference was she could admit it whereas Harry would deny it and shame himself for indulging in it and indulge he did. She would lose her little game from time to time on purpose, but she was never not in control of what happened in Harry's dreams, and with every morsel she fed him, Harry would eagerly devour it like a starving man, Tamsyn couldn't tell what was hotter, the fact that she could bring this out of the normally boring boy, or the fact that he would shamelessly throw himself in the deepest pits of depravity just to fuck her.
But he would lose her game more times than not, and still, he would stubbornly refuse to listen, refuse to bow before her as he should. So Tamsyn would drown herself in carnage, using the boy as a medium for it, she loved the terror in his eyes, the look of pain etched on his face, his screams were like the greatest opera to her ears, and how his blood would run and pool around him would bring her to near orgasm with the sight. She honestly could not wait to get out of Harry's head, to be back in flesh and blood, so she can spill his blood, the mere thought of it my her lick her lips with a hunger she couldn't snuff out; to tear him apart in the real world would be the height of ecstasy for Tamsyn.
But sadly she was still stuck in Harry's subconscious, if it was for that stupid protection around the boy's mind, body, and soul she would have been out by now. It stopped all attempts to take control of Harry or reach out at all, it had taken her weeks to figure out how to slip into his dream and carve him up. But while the protection stopped her from affecting Harry in the most important aspects of magic, his heart, however, was free game. That's how Voldemort was able to plant the seeds of want in the boy's heart, how she was able to open his heart to the euphoric hunger for violence and carnal want, it wasn't on purpose, but she could more than work with it, Tamsyn could feel when Harry would be in the mood for it, his stay with the blood traitors was entertaining, every time he was in the room with Ginny, Tamsyn could feel the want and need spike in him, the want to take the little blood traitor, the need to lash out with his anger and hurt her for his own satisfaction, and the inevitable shame Harry would feel for those wants. Those were the nights Tamsyn would happily lose her game to Harry and let the boy indulge in his darker fantasies of what he wanted to do, and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it as well, she would talk Harry through it, whispering sweet nothings to the boy on what to do and how to do it and Harry would listen to her because of the aching need to please being wrapped up in the incredible acts of violence he wanted to do to her; Harry would hurt her, but never to bad, he would cause just enough pain to heighten the pleasure but never made Tamsyn bleed, he was such a good pet those nights.
But as Tamsyn lies in her little corner of Harry's mind, thinking about what game she would play with him tonight, getting excited over being elbow-deep in his entrails, she feels a snap of shock from Harry, followed by disbelief. The swift and sudden change in her host's mood rouses Tamsyn from her thoughts, and the disbelief slowly gives way to fear, making Tamsyn stand up, concentrating on Harry's feelings; she is nearly overtaken by his anger and rage at something that was happening. Tamsyn focuses her will to look beyond her cell door that was the protection that was wrapped around Harry's being.
" binding magical contract…has to compete…" says a man with a stupid mustache in an even stupider hat.
"Well, ...knows the rules best…" says a man in yellow and black robes with a grin.
"But I didn't put my name in, I don't want to compete!" snaps Harry, his anger at everyone in the room boiling over.
"I'm sorry, my boy, you will have to," says the old goat.
Something had happened, something big, Tamsyn licked her lips as the words of her older self played in her mind " Help the boy in what's to come, need him whole and healthy, reward," it seems that Voldemort had finally made her move.
It would be a few more hours until Harry fell asleep, his anger was burning like a bonfire and it would only get hotter throughout in between the start of it and before he fell asleep as it spiked to an unbelievable level that only got Tamsyn excited to unleash it on something, but soon Harry slip into his subconscious and her prison expanded into the muggle house that he stayed in during the summer. Tamsyn quickly leaves the small bedroom and runs down the stairs, ignoring the screaming from Harry's keepers and reaching the cupboard door open to find him much like how he looked the first time she had met him in his dreams. A far too small and far too skinny child wrapped in a leather jacket far too big for him with sad and broken eyes.
"Oh, Pretty Kitty," Tamsyn says, making the small child flinch at her voice, "Something Happened, didn't it? What is this I hear about a binding magical contract!?" She says, hissing the last words in the language of the serpents. The child Harry shivers in his cupboard, projecting fear and loneliness in waves as she looks at Tamsyn in fear, and she had to control her shivering of excitement at his looks before reaching into the Cupboard and ripping the small child out watching the pathetic little boy transform into her Pretty Kitty before he hit the ground where she had tossed him.
"No, no, no," Harry says through gritted teeth as he pushed himself to his hands and knees before turning over to face her, "Not now, I-I-I can't deal with you right now, please, Tamsyn, please, not now," Harry says with desperation in his tone, and Tamsyn almost takes him right there, Harry had never begged her, not once, and it was like music to her ears making her core burn with want.
"What Happened, Pretty Kitty?" Tamsyn asks as she advances on Harry, "What binding magical contract did you get tangled up in?" she growled out at him.
Harry doesn't speak, just looks at her with fear-filled eyes, "You seemed confused, Kitty," Tamsyn says sweetly as she stops in front of him, glaring down at him, "A binding magical contract is not something to brush off or push aside, entering one binds your core to the stipulations within the contract that you must fulfill, failing to do so removes your magical core, you know, the thing that lets you do magic !" she snaps at him, angrily, "So start talking because, at your age, it will kill you if your core is removed, which in turn will kill me, not something I'm about to let happen!" She yells at him and not for the first time, Tamsyn sees rage fill the eyes of her Pretty Kitty, of all the injustice and unfairness of the situations he so often found himself in.
"Good," Harry snaps at Tamsyn, "At least I'll take you with me, to help kill her," he says with his face twisted in breathtaking anger that made Tamsyn's core burn just a little hotter.
"Please do not start with the sanctimonious self-sacrificing hero bullshit, Kitty, we both know you won't do it," Tamsyn tells him before she pounces on him, they fight and struggle, Harry trying to push her off of him, but Tamsyn, like always, wins in the end. She straddles his hips and pins his arms to the floor as their faces are close enough for their noses to touch, "We both know you don't want that, Kitty," she whispers to him, "Because you want to know what's life would be like outside of your cupboard, away from those disgusting muggles you, unfortunately, share blood with," she tells him, before rubbing the tips of their noses together, "You're not suicidal, Harry, so let's not even pretend that is an option, so just tell me what happened," Tamsyn asks, pulling back to look him in the eyes.
So, Harry pinned under Tamsyn finally stopped fighting and told her what had happened, The Triwizard Tournament, a binding magical contract invoked by the goblet of fire, three tasks he was to do against older students, and more importantly, his last friend not believing him when he said he didn't put his name in. Tamsyn's thighs clench at the thought of Harry being all alone with no help, the Mudblood hasn't even tried to contact him since their parting at the end of last year, Harry had no one.
No one but her.
Tamsyn sat on top of Harry, tapping her fingers on his chest, her eyes far away but still she speaks, "Do you know what the stipulations are for the contract?" she asks before looking down at Harry.
"No, all they told me was that it is a binding magical contract, not what was in it," Harry says from the floor, and watches as Tamsyn nods her head, her lips pressed in a thin line.
"You need to get your hands on a copy of it, we can either figure out a way out of it or something else to minimize your involvement with the tournament," Tamsyn says as she stands up and begins to pace in the breezeway.
"We?!" Harry asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, We, Kitty," Tamsyn snaps at him, "I'm not about to leave this just in your hands when I can help, and let's not forget the fact that both of our lives are on the line here," she says, not stopping to look at him as she talked.
"Why would I even begin to trust you?" Harry growls out as he stands up.
"Other than the fact that both of our lives are in danger?" Tamsyn asking a rhetorical question from her point of view before turning to look at Harry as he stands glaring at her, "Then how about a deal, hmm?" she says, and Harry narrows his eyes at her, "I'll stop my games with you, I'll stop the torture, I won't even touch you without your permission, and I'll help you get through this silly tournament and all you have to do is one thing," Tamsyn says as she walks over to him, getting into his face, "You have to let me in," she says calmly.
"No," Harry immediately says, stepping back from her, "Why would you even think I'd do that?" he asks.
"Because you have no other options," Tamsyn states calmly, "You have no one else whose willing to help you, Harry, I am the most powerful witch born in over two hundred years, but in here, in your mind I'm limited, I can only see flashes beyond this cage, I can only hear a few words in here, if you let me in I'll have accesses to your conscious mind as well, which will let me see what you see, hear what you hear, feel what you feel, it would be like a pseudo-possession and it's only pseudo because I won't be fully possessing you like I did with Ginny," Tamsyn says, backing Harry against the wall, looming over him, their noses almost touching once again.
"How do I know you won't try it anyway?" Harry asks softly, feeling Tamsyn's body push against his.
"Because Harry," Tamsyn says, just as softly, almost like a whisper, "I am a woman of my word," her words like a life rope that Harry grabbed at.
Letting Tamsyn in was incredibly simple, and at the same time extremely odd. All Harry had to do was open the front door of the Dursleys house in his dream and let her out, she had explained that the house filled with screams was the manifestation of his subconscious where she had been trapped thanks to his mother's protection and only he had the power to open the front door and let her out. When he had given her free rein in his mind, it felt as if he had another set of thoughts inside his head, and those thoughts would talk to him, Hermione had once said that hearing voices was never good, not even in the Wixen world, and Harry had to agree seeing that said voice belongs to a teenage Dark Lady.
Tamsyn would appear in the halls of Hogwarts as a ghost or a phantasm that only Harry could see walking amongst the students, always there but never seen, she couldn't interact with anyone or anything but could talk to Harry giving him bits of advice in class as she would lounge on a desk or in a chair watching him work, more than once she had stopped him from messing up in potions and instructed him on what to do. Tamsyn also knew the castle better than anyone, even the marauders that came after her and created the map, which had impressed her greatly with its ingenuity, she showed Harry shortcuts and secrets that were on the map though there weren't many the marauders didn't know, only a few passages that only a parselmouth could open.
Tamsyn also knew most of the parents or grandparents of most of Slytherin and would make comments whenever she had found one, after meeting Draco Malfoy and his changing button Tamsyn almost made Harry choke on his morning cuppa when she had told him about how Abraxas Malfoy like to watch her and Abraxas' intended, a Misha Selwyn have sex in her day and sometimes would even join the two ladies, which was something Harry didn't need to know and cause Tamsyn to fall into a laughing fit at his reaction.
When they had finally gotten their hands on the contract for the tournament(Via Mcgonagall because Tamsyn refused to get within ten feet of Dumbledore,) Harry had brought it to the library to read over, Tamsyn had quickly found a loophole in it because, in her own words, " The Wixen are a race of fools and morons who can not comprehend what Logic is," the contract had said he needed to participate in the tournament, but never went into detail on what it meant by participation. Leaving it up to those who were bound by the contract to fill out the details on their own, which in this case, worked out well in their favor. All Harry needed to do was be in the designated Arena and cast a few spells to fulfill his part of the contract, whether he really tried or not was up to him.
Harry could admit, Begrudgingly, that having Tamsyn around was indeed useful(Harry could feel the smug pride rolling through his mind when he had thought this from Tamsyn), but it did have its major, major, downsides. Tamsyn's mood swings were up there with the worst of it, one moment she would be passive and bored but then someone around Harry would say or do something that would throw Tamsyn into a rage, going on long rants about Muggles and Muggleborns, how they were nothing but animals needing to be brought to heel or slaughtered, how the Muggleborns were no better and deserved to be placed in bindings like house elves and be used by their betters. She would also rant about Catholics and her hatred for any religion in general, she seemed to hate everything and everyone in her rages, and thanks to the bleed over it would affect Harry, causing his mood to take a dark and moody turn where he had to get away from people before he too started to lash out, there was a moment where Tamsyn's rage turned to other people's sexuality and started to berate homosexuals about being unnatural and Harry had started to yell at her in an empty corridor, pointing out her own sexuality. She had tried to attack him in blind anger but to no avail and retreated into the depths of his mind for a day to calm herself down.
Then there were her wildly inappropriate comments about his classmates, from racist comments ranging from their blood status to the color of their skin, to sexual ones about them, and how she would torture and kill one. Tamsyn had a vivid imagination that would play like a movie in the corner of Harry's eye. Some days he couldn't concentrate on his school work thanks to the scenes of Tamsyn either fucking or killing all those around him, of how she would whisper into his ear about his own dark thoughts, telling Harry how she could show him how to control the "Pretty Little china doll he wanted to fuck" and make her wanting, wet, and begging him to take her just to erase the memories of what they had done to her from her mind, or the aching want to hurt something and how she could show him how to like she had offered with the Dursleys. Harry had always turned her down and never polite when he did because if anyone could piss him off more then Tamsyn Riddle, he had yet to meet it.
The first task would come and go for Harry quickly, the Dragons, at first, was a little worrying, but just as Tamsyn said, so long as Harry was in the arena and doing magic the contract was fulfilled on his part. So all he did was sit against the wall furthest from the dragon's nest and work on his transfiguration and charm work while the dragon watched him. After half an hour the judges had told him to leave the arena, in the end, he was awarded no points but was handed the egg by Ludo Bagman much to Tamsyn's amusement, and was told the egg was his clue to the next task, to which Harry had just shrugged at and left. He had ignored Ron and Hermione calling after him and took one of the passages that Tamsyn had shown him up to the seventh floor and the come-and-go room and hid from the rest of the castle with his cloak and map until late into the night talking to Tamsyn.
It wasn't until the night of the Yule Ball that the relationship between Harry and Tamsyn would shift once more.
"Why don't you want to go?" Ask Tamsyn from the chair her Phantom was lounging in the corner of Harry's eye as he sat in the come-and-go room, hiding from the school at large.
"Because I don't have a date," Harry says as he reads by the fireplace conjured by the room, sitting in the large chair by it with his legs hanging over one arm and his back pressed to the other with the book resting on his knees, the room was comfortable with a large fireplace, a dark leather high-back chair, and matching couch with ancient end tables. The wooden floor was deep rich mahogany and the walls a mix of maroon red and silver, but otherwise empty of anything else, Harry had found himself in this room more and more over the past few weeks, avoiding Ron, Hermione, and the school at large, Harry found himself not liking people more and more, finding that being by himself more palpable than being in the Gryffindor common room, at least this way Tamsyn had fewer things to lash out at and kept her more stable.
"Now that's an excuse if I ever heard one," Tamsyn says from the other chair across the room and Harry makes a disagreeing sound before trying to focus on his reading, he didn't care what Dumbledore had said, he was going to attend his exams at the end of the year it was better than worrying about this stupid tournament, but as Harry goes to turn the page, Tamsyn hand appears on the book, "Harry, I'm being serious here, it's a ball, it's supposed to be fun," she says with a sigh as Harry looks up at Tamsyn, her head tilted to the side as she looked at him, "And Witch-Father knows you could use some, besides I doubt that it would be very hard for you of all people to find a date," she says as Harry shuts the book before letting it fall on his chest with a snort of amusement.
"Yeah right," Harry says with a scuff and a smile, "Who would want to go to a dance with me, I'm just…me," Harry says with a face as he turned away from Tamsyn to look into the flames of the hearth, "I'm weird, awkward, and…" but before he could continue Tamsyn cuts him off.
"Smart, brave, kind, handsome," Tamsin says as she kneels down, placing her elbow on the book Harry was reading and resting her chin on her palm, "Powerful, an heir to both a Noble House, and a Most Noble and Most Ancient House, rich, famous, and influential, whether you want to admit it or not Harry, you are one hell of a catch to any young witch," Tamsyn says looking at Harry with one of her charming fake smiles.
"You forgot a spotlight-seeking, unstable, friendless freak who has anger issues and urges that make a certain Dark Lady in training smile with delight whenever they come up," Harry says, not meaning most of it, as he turns back to Tamsyn, looking her in the eyes, "Come off it, Tamsyn, I'm self-aware enough to know that there's something wrong with me, the Dark Lady in my head notwithstanding that is," he says with shrug.
"Nothing is wrong with you, Harry," Tamsyn says, and Harry could feel the burning hatred and want coming from the back of his mind, a hatred for all those who had told Harry he was anything less than what he was and a want to make their deaths as slow and as painful as possible for demeaning him, for demeaning what she saw as special, "You're just a bit different, like me," She says with a smile, a real one this time and she reaches out to brush a lock of dark hair from Harry's face, but He turns away even knowing her hand would pass through him much like a ghost would.
He looks up and now finds her leaning over the back of the chair, looking down at him with sad eyes, the first time Harry had ever seen her eyes like that.
"I don't want to be different, Tamsyn," Harry says as he hugs the book closer to his chest as he curls up into a ball as he closes his eyes, "I just want people to leave me alone, I just want to be Harry, just Harry," he tells Tamsyn as her own thoughts echo in his head.
" You'll never be 'Just Harry', not to me," Tamsyn thinks as Harry finds himself falling asleep in the warm room.
"Mister Diggory, Miss Chang," Professor McGonagall says as she stops to welcome them at the door to the great hall that the champions would be led through soon before moving down the line, "Miss Delacour, Mister Davies, goodness boy, close your mouth you'll embarrass yourself," She tells the Ravenclaw who had just enough brain function to do just that, McGonagall sighs before moving on.
"Ah, Mister Krum and…," McGonagall says but trails off not believing just who was on the young Quidditch star's arm, "Miss Granger, I must say you look stunning this evening my dear girl," the stern Professor says with a rare soft smile that makes the bushy headed bookworm blush and smiles herself.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione says before she notices McGonagall look around the hall with a worried look.
"Miss Granger, Do you know where Mister Potter is?" The Professor asks, "He was supposed to be here by now with his date," She says, voice edging on anger.
Hermione is quiet for a moment, trying to bury the feelings of hurt and rare failure she has, "He's not coming," She says stiffly, looking forward to the door with a controlled expression as McGonagall turns to look at her with wide and angry eyes.
"He is representing Hogwarts, he has a duty to the school to uphold its honor by showing up to the opening dance," The Professor says sharply, but Hermione doesn't flinch.
"He didn't ask for this," Hermione says just as sharply, "He didn't put his name in the goblet, He shouldn't be forced to attend a dance he wants nothing to do with, to be show off like some prized stud at a show," she says turning to look at her Head of House with a slight glare, "As far as I know he didn't ask anyone to the dance, and he won't be coming, Hogwarts has a champion in Cedric so I'm sure we'll be fine without Harry for one night," she says before looking away, knowing no matter what, Harry wouldn't show up, that he was hiding someone in the castle and if Harry Potter wanted to hide in Hogwarts, Hermione doubted that even the Headmaster could find him.
McGonagall would hold off the champions from entering the Hall for a few minutes to inform Dumbledore that Harry Potter wasn't at the ball, the elderly Headmaster would frown but decides to leave the boy in peace, thinking that young Mister Potter had gone through enough and had more than earned a night out of the spotlight he was so often thrust into.
Albus Dumbledore would never know the consequences of that one decision would cost him not only his life but the world he was trying to save.
Harry would open his eyes to an unfamiliar room lit by torches and floating candles, tables lining the back wall covered in food and drinks with enchanted instruments playing a soft melody that filled the room. He was confused, for since he had made the deal with Tamsyn, he couldn't remember most of his dreams, just a gentle humming as he rested, or talking to Tamsyn about everything and nothing in a recreation of either the Slytherin or Gryffindor common room.
"Do you like it?" Harry hears Tamsyn ask from behind him, he turns to look at her and is almost floored by what he says. Tamsyn, for the first time Harry had ever seen, was in a dress. It was silver and a shade of green like his eyes, sleeveless and backless, it was elegant and simple with bows and a trail of silver mist hanging from the back of her shoulders and down her legs that would take the forms of serpents before disappearing into nothing, it was to make a statement Harry thought to himself and screamed " Here I am, The Heir of Slytherin" to him. Her hair was done up, no longer straight, and spilling down her back like a waterfall of ink, but in extravagant curls that went over one shoulder with a small silver tiara sitting on top to hold it all in place, her makeup was minimal, only used to highlight her own natural beauty to an almost haunting degree and when she smiled at him showing off her dimples Harry swears his heart skips a beat.
Tamsin smiles before speaking, "I'll take that as a yes," she says before stepping towards Harry.
"What, ah, What is this?" Harry asks, trying to control his blush but failing at it.
"A memory, one of mine," Tamsyn says, "One of my old teachers used to throw parties like this to show off what he saw as up-and-coming students to old contacts from over the years he had taught or met to help them along, he was, in fact, the one who told us about Horcruxes in the first place, so we have a bit of a soft spot for him you could say," Tamsyn explains while looking around at the YuleTide decorations with a fond smile, "I had to remove the people in the memory so it would just be us, I thought you may like it that way," she says with a knowing smile.
"But why?" Harry asked, unable to keep his eyes off her.
"For a dance silly," Tamsyn says with a teasing smile that made Harry's heart hurt with old memories of the same smile on another person's face, "I thought you might enjoy one without all the extra things that the Yule Ball would bring,"
"You want to dance," Harry says, surprised, "With me?"
"Well, who else am I to dance with?" Tamsyn says with a shake of her head before holding out her hand for Harry to take, but he hesitates for a moment before she speaks again, "I'll be leading Harry, so don't worry about stepping on my feet or not knowing how to dance," Tamsyn tells him before Harry takes her hand. She showed Harry where to place his hands and steps to a simple dance before they begin to dance around the empty room in earnest, Tamsyn talking all the while about embarrassing things she had seen the other students do during the parties, or funny stories of things that had happened during her time at school, and even a bit about Harry's Grandfather, Fleamont Potter, who was apparently the only student in her year that could match her in Potions, she didn't know him personally but respected him for his skill in brewing and was often paired with him during class.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Harry finally asked after what felt like hours of dancing with Tamsyn, "This wasn't a part of our deal, you didn't need to do this," Harry says.
Tamsyn grows quiet for a long time, avoiding Harry's eyes as the music grows slower and they begin to sway slowly to it, "When a Horcrux is created," Tamsyn says slowly, and after a while, "the creator can shed, for the lack of a better word, something they see as a weakness and I was the first of our Horcruxes we created, so I was created with a lot of the traits we saw as undesirable at the time, it was the school year after we killed Tom and we were a mess, uncontrollable, reckless, and so very, very, angry with the world more so than normal," she says still not looking Harry in the eye, "So after we cause the death of Myrtle Warren, which for the recorded was an accident at the time, we decided to shed those negative traits that we saw as unwanted and hampering to our goals, and we did so in a moment of cold logic, a rarity for us in those days," she says sadly.
"I am those traits made manifest, our cruelty, our rages, our madness, and our Psychopathic tendencies," Tamsyn says as they continue to dance, "Like yourself, we were keenly aware that there was something wrong with us, we always had problems forming bonds with others and our emotions, we didn't know how to deal with them or even what they were, other children would try to explain it to us but we had always found emotions to be odd ephemeral things that we would try and capture, but just when we were on the verge of processing them they would vanish, like the morning mist," she says making a face to sum up her thoughts about it all, "But we could grow fond of others, like Abraxas and his wife, and now, you," she tells him much to Harry's shock.
"You're fond of me?" Harry asks, confused, feeling his own anger rise, "And what? I'm supposed to forgive you for everything you've done to me? The torture? The rape? All your abuse!?" Harry almost screams in her face.
"No," Tamsyn says flatly, "If you did I would think of you more of a sentimental fool than I already do," She says as they finally stop their dance, "I will not give you an excuse for my actions Harry, nor will I apologize for what I did, not because I don't think it would suffice, but because I do not feel bad about what I did, and I never will," she tells him, finally looking back into his eyes, "But I am willing to do something else for you," she says in a haunting whisper as she takes both of his hands into hers and interlocking their fingers as she steps forward and with her lips right next to Harry's ears she whispers, "I'll let you take your retribution out on me," and Harry tries to take a step back, but finds his back hitting a bed that wasn't there a moment ago.
Harry breathes deeper and faster as he hears the sound of blades being sharpened, the sounds of hooks on chains, and the squeaking of all sorts of instruments of pain tightening, "What the hell do you mean by that?!" Harry growls out.
Tamsyn chuckles next to Harry's ear, "I once told you that retribution is the justice we take for ourselves, do you remember?" she whispers before leaning back from Harry, "Well, I'm offering you just that, no strings attached, no catch-twenty-two, nothing like that," she tells Harry before guiding his hands to wrap around her throat but Harry doesn't squeeze like everything in him wants to do, "Torture me, beat me, rape me, do whatever you want to me, Harry, I won't fight back and I'll scream and moan as much as you want me too or I'll suffer in silence if that's what you want, you can't kill me in here, and you can't break me, but you can do whatever else you want," Tamsyn says with a smile promising all sorts of dark things, but Harry does something that surprises her, he removes his hands from her neck and moves them to her shoulders and pushes her back.
"You're already broken, Tamsyn," Harry says sadly, looking away from her, but Tamsyn raises her hand and grips his chin, and lifts his head to see her own soft sad smile.
"I know," Tamsyn tells him, and Harry had known she was a broken soul from the moment she had peaked into his cupboard for the first time. Her beautiful dark blue eyes that was hiding a monstrous intelligence and a broken soul with a mentality that seemed at odds with humanity itself in the most alien way possible. Tamsyn Riddle would never be afraid of any kind of monster because she knew she was the worst hiding in the shadows.
"No," Harry says, just as he did over a year ago, "I don't want to be like you, or her," he says firmly and almost believes it himself before Harry steps around Tamsyn to get away from her, but Harry is pulled back by her as she speaks.
"Then if not with me, then with someone else," Tamsyn whispers in his ear from behind before spinning Harry around so he comes face to face with Cho Chang, "How about the little China Doll you've been lusting after for all these months?" Cho asks in Tamsyn's voice as she walks toward him with swinging hips, "This will have to be the silent type, sadly, never cared enough to listen in to hear how she sounds," Cho says with a sultry smile.
"Stop," Harry growls out, Glaring at Tamsyn, "I'm not like you, I don't want to hurt people, so fucking stop," he tells her, Cho in Tamsyn's dress frowns before charging him and tackling him to the ground and Harry lands on his back in a damp cavern floor, he could smell the stagnant water, and see the giant looming face carved in stone above him as the shape of the basilisk lay unmoving below it, Harry looks up just as Tamsyn tosses her hair back, black bleeding into red as the face of Ginny Weasley looks down at him with an innocent smile that hid a dark hunger.
"Oh, Harry!" Ginny says, her voice uncanny and sounding just like the real Ginny but she was still in Tamsyn's dress, "You saved me from that evil shade," Tamsyn says in Ginny's voice.
"Stop," Harry tells Tamsyn, but she doesn't.
"And killed the Basilisk, how could I ever repay you," Tamsyn says in Ginny's voice, making it sound full of want and husky as Harry feels Tamsyn grind on him.
"Fucking stop!"
"I have no gold for I am from a poor pathetic blood traitor family,"
"Tamsyn!"
"But I can think of one way,"
"Stop!"
"I'll let you use my bo- ack!"
Harry felt the familiar rush of fire in his veins and lashes out, raising up and grabbing Ginny by the throat and flipping them over, as Harry's rage clouds his mind as he begins to try to choke the life out of Tamsyn as the red hair and freckles fade back to black and pale skin as Harry screams at Tamsyn to shut up over and over again. Tamsyn's arms begin to flail, but not to push Harry off of her or defend herself, but with the hem of her dress, pulling it up and sinking her hands beneath it while spreading her legs wider, and as Harry, lost in his madness, feels the searing heat of lust and want burst forth from his mind as Tamsyn begins to touch and rub herself to ecstasy. Harry could hear how wet she was over the blood pounding in his ears, he could feel how much she wanted him roar in the back of his mind, he could see her face slowly change color, her arms and hands work faster and faster to get herself off, and Harry couldn't take it anymore.
Pulling back a hand he reaches down toward his trousers and begins to fumble trying to undo them before feeling wet, slick hands help him free himself, so he squeezes down harder with his other hand causing Tamsyn to stop as he grabs himself, and like Tamsyn, begins to pleasure himself as he tries to kill the shade in his head with eyes ground shut and teeth clenched, building himself up faster and faster he was close when Tamsyn reaches up and pulls his hair to get his attention, with eyes closed she mouths the words " With me, with me," over and over and Harry slows down and paces himself with Tamsyn until, before long, they both climax. The rush from both reaching their own peak at the same time sent a flood of pleasure through the mind of each other, like an exploding nova or two stars striking together the universe danced behind both of their eyelids.
Harry lets go of Tamsyn's throat and she greedily sucks in a breath and opens her eyes, but what she sees almost makes her orgasm again, Harry's eyes were scarlet as he leaned down and kissed her.
The rest of the year passed in a blur of classes and avoiding people during the day, and the nights were no longer filled with nightmares or Tamsyn's torture and abuse, but a more mutual and consensual coupling between the two. They still fought for dominance, and they still hurt each other, sometimes badly, sometimes softly, but Harry doubted they would ever stop doing that, Tamsyn's want for pain and blood, and Harry's own hatred and anger for her, they would always try and kill each other in his dreams, it now ended, more often than not, with a soft almost loving kiss between the two broken humans.
The second task was set in the Black Lake, Harry didn't even try and figure out the egg, even with Cedric's tip, and just sat on the dock levitating out globs of water before using the freezing charm on them and creating beautiful ice fractals in the air before letting them fall into the water.
Fleur had returned first with no hostage, freaking out and crying over it, then Krum with Hermione just inside the hour mark, they had sat off on the other side of the dock talking between themselves wrapped in thick blankets and drinking a pepper-up potion, then Cedric emerged with Cho outside the hour mark, Harry had helped him and Cho on to the dock and before long the Merfolk brought up a little blond girl, and to Harry's surprise, Ginny.
He had helped both of them up as well before turning to the judges to get the scoring, Harry, unsurprisingly, was awarded no points again, and once again he had shrugged not really caring. He had apologized to Ginny for not coming to save her, and she had smiled sadly at him and said, "You saved me once Harry, I think that fills your white knight quota with me, so don't worry about it," before she gave Harry an awkward hug before Harry walked back up to Hogwarts alone.
A few months later Harry and the rest of the champions were informed of what the last task was, a hedge maze, Harry had just nodded in understanding after Ludo Bagman had explained how it was going to work before heading back up to the castle to be alone again with Tamsyn, they had their strategy on what they were going to do before they even made through the front door of the castle.
A week later Bartemius Crouch would be reported missing by his office under unknown circumstances.
Then at dusk on June 24th, Harry had walked down to the Quidditch field after seeing Mr. And Ms. Weasley and their eldest son Bill and took a seat in the grass as one by one the champions were sent into the hedge maze, Harry was to enter ten minutes after Fleur, and when his time had come at the sound of the cannon, Harry stood up, took three steps into the maze before lifting his wand and sending up red sparks into the air, forfeiting, before turning around and walking out of the maze back over to an amused looking Dumbledore.
"Very smart, My Boy," the elderly Headmaster says with a chuckle and twinkling eyes.
Harry just shrugs, "All I did was take the out they gave me," He says looking away from the Headmaster's eyes.
"No, Harry," Dumbledore says with a smile, "What you did was play a game while playing by your own rules, you used a technicality to your benefit, and outwitted a very old and powerful magic artifact, which I think deserves some sort of prize in and of itself," he says.
"I didn't do it for a prize, Headmaster, I just didn't want to die," Harry says with a shrug.
"A fine enough reason indeed, but my point still stands," Dumbledore says before he pauses to think for a moment, "Let's see, yes, I think one hundred points for Gryffindor for showing cunning and wit beyond your peers," He says with a smile.
"Thank you, sir, may I go now?" Harry asks, looking back to the castle.
"I would actually-" but whatever Dumbledore was about to say dies in the roar of the crowd as Fleur appears with a flash, scuffed up and dirty, but holding the Triwizard Cup. Harry smiles at the sight and as Dumbledore turns to walk over to congratulate the new Triwizard Champion, Harry takes his leave from the stadium, making his way back to the castle to hit the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and say hi to Dobby.
But as he leaves, he's stopped by a voice calling out to him, "Potter!" growled the voice of Professor Moody.
"Oh, um, hi Professor," Harry says with an awkward wave and the old war dog just nods to him before speaking.
"Going up to the castle?" Moody asks, limping up to Harry, and at the boy's nod he speaks again, "Good, come on I'll walk you up," he says and Harry nods and walks in front of the ex-auror.
They were halfway between the castle and the stadium before Professor Moody speaks again, "Damn smart on how you played this, Potter, damn smart, playing the goblet like that takes a rare type of cunning, why the hell aren't you in Slytherin?" the man asks, and Harry just shrugs.
"Asked it not to put me there," Harry says, feeling a pop of surprise from Tamsyn, he hadn't told her that and Harry chuckles at her reaction.
"Hm, didn't know you could do that," Moody says with a grunt, "But you made it a hell of a chore to figure out how to get you through this shit show after I put your name in the Goblet," Moody says, stopping Harry dead, before he slowly turns around to face the Professor, the same Professor aiming his wand at him, Harry blinks in shock before his hand goes for his wand right before he was stuck with a red light and everything goes black.
"Now Wormtail, do it now!" is the first thing Harry hears when he comes to, followed by something falling into water. Harry groans as he opens his eyes, he tries to move but finds himself bound to something large by thin cords around his chest and legs, he struggles for a moment before white hot pain explodes across his scar as if someone had pressed a red hot iron to it and Harry Potter screams.
"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your progeny,"
"Tamsyn!" Harry desperately thinks through the pain, "Tamsyn! Its-its her!" He thinks as he convulses from the pain in his scar and as he looks down at the ground below, he sees Tamsyn looking back up at him with a flat look on her face, but insane amusement dancing in her eyes.
"It is," Tamsyn says simply.
"Help me!" Harry thinks desperately, and watches as Tamsyn raises a brow.
"Why would I do that, Pretty Kitty?" Tamsyn asks, sounding amused, "We have you right where we want you," she says before a mad grin splits her face.
"We?! But-But, you gave me your word! You said you never lie, that only the weak do that!" Harry accuses her as he struggles in his bindings.
"Fl-flesh of the ser-servant, willingly given, you will revive your-your Mis-Mistress!"
"And I didn't lie, Pretty Kitty, I said that I would help you through the tournament and I did," Tamsyn says while taking a few steps forward, "But the moment you sent up those red sparks, was the moment you were out of the tournament," she explains like she was talking to a five-year-old, "And if you think whoever is disguised as Moody had it rough, you don't even know what I had to do to get you here, I mean it was just a boon that your little blood traitor friend got all pissy and left on his own, but then I had to keep you away from everyone, to keep you isolated, all without you knowing thankfully your study of the mind arts are nonexistent, so it made it easier to influence you discreetly to keep away from the mudblood and blood traitor through the Horcrux in your head, after that all I needed was to keep your attention on me, and my oh my, feeding all that repressed anger you had with my own made that easy," Tamsyn tells him with a wicked grin as Wormtail passes through the shade, blade in hand, Harry was too shocked to properly struggle as Wormtail slashes his arm and steals his blood.
"She-She's going to kill me, and she doesn't know about-" Harry tries one more time, but Tamsyn cuts him off.
"Let me stop you right there, Pretty Kitty," She says with a grin never leaving her face, "She knows all about the Horcrux in your head and me being in here as well, she's not going to kill you until she extracts me and the other one from your head, then, yes, we'll kill you then," she says as her eyes flicker scarlet.
"How? Why?" Harry asks, unable to leave the hurt and pain out of his voice.
"You didn't even wonder what I was doing in your head as you slept soundly, did you?" Tamsyn asks with a laugh, "There's a link between you and us, Pretty Kitty, took a while to figure out how to use it, but I'm not the greatest witch born for no reason, Pretty Kitty, while you slept soundly in your dreamless peaceful rest, we were up planning shenanigans," she says with a malicious grin.
"Blood of the Enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your Foe!"
"As for why, well that's simple Pretty Kitty, because we are your enemy, and Lady Voldemort brings ruin to all that would call her an Enemy," Tamsyn says, watching Harry slup in his bindings.
"You-You tricked me,..." Harry thinks, his tone dead and lifeless.
"No Pretty Kitty, I played you like a fiddle, making you dance to my tune," Tamsyn says joyfully, "No! Wait! Better analogy!" she suddenly says, clapping her hands together, "I tossed around a yarn ball and you happily chased it, never knowing it was leading you into a cage to slam shut," she says with a mad laugh.
"Robe me,"
"But sadly, my Pretty Kitty, you've become very boring so playtime is over," Tamsyn says before standing aside, allowing another person into Harry's line of sight, and allowing his heart that she had so easily toyed with fill with despair.
She walks slowly, purposely, through the graveyard, two of the three men bow before her in reverence, their heads almost touching the ground as if they fear to even gaze up and catch a single glimpse of the terrifying and awe-inspiring beauty that stands before Harry. Her skin was as pale as the full moon, flawless, perfect, and smooth as white marble, her lips were full and blood red, her high cheekbones threw shadows on her face and looked so sharp that you could cut your hand if you ever tried to caress her face. Her hair was as black as night or ink, so deep and dark that it looked like it could snuff out any and all light caught in it, it fell down her shoulders in ringlets, like twisting shadows crowned upon her head in the eminence of her dark glory. One flawless hand raises and draws Harry's attention as she brushed her dark bangs from her scarlet and slitted eyes as she inspects Harry in awe and wonders just as he himself was doing to her, she then smiled at him in such a way that he thought it was for him and him alone. Her hand falls away from her face and Harry noticed her long dark nails were pointed on only three of her fingers, while two were short and close to the nub.
"Well, Hello~ Dodger," she says, her voice as clear and beautiful as she was, her terrifyingly beautiful smile never leaving her face, and a quote was brought to Harry's mind from the Fellowship of the Ring as he watches the Dark Lady reborn lift her wand to point at him.
"In place of the Dark Lord, you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!"
"Miss me?" She says with a smirk so painfully wrong, but had never looked so right as Harry feels his eyes burn and his heartbreak, for…for…
For Lady Voldemort has risen again.
And with a flash of spell light, Harry Potter knew no more.
"You wanted a reward for your help, fine, tell me what I can do for you little Horcrux,"
"I want a body, one of flesh and blood, the same kind you have, one that won't be stopped by the protections,"
"You must understand why I am,...hesitant, to do this,"
"Would an unbreakable vow suffice?"
"It would, I will also have to build in something to keep under control,"
"Fine, whatever, I don't care, I'm sick of being just a memory. How long will it take?"
"A few months, there are a few pressing matters to deal with, but do not worry little Horcrux, I'll make you into a real girl soon and I won't even need to wish upon a star to do it,"
"I fell for the devil, hell, burns me but gentle, eternity's settled, on Eden's Dust walks Evil Love,"
-HalaCG, Eden's Dust.
Chapter Done!
And it's literally the longest thing I have ever written hands down, but Holy fuck was this something else.
I don't feel like going on another huge rant right now, I will probably edit in one later. But have questions? Ask in the comments, I answer most of them back anyway.
Kingsaxcul, out!