Heathens, Twenty One Pilots

Welcome to the room of people

Who have rooms of people that they loved one day

Docked away

Just because we check the guns at the door

Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you

You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you

You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said, please don't forget

All my friends are heathens, take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse

We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions

A sharp pressure on his forehead woke him. It was still dark in his room, lit by a single candle. It took a few seconds to comprehend Voldemort standing over him, muttering but silenced, digging the Elder wand into his lightning bolt scar.

He flicked the Snakewood—wand glued to his hand—brought down the wards to hear the words the Dark Lord muttered intensely at his forehead. As soon as sound returned, though, he walked away. Slammed the bathroom door with his full weight as he sequestered himself inside it. Crashing and shattering and water running. Bed Sheet was still growling a warning even though Voldemort was gone.

Harry exhaled heavily and stood with mildly shaking legs. Nagini was sleeping under a warming charm at the end of the Dark Lord's bed. Or she was pretending to.

'Tom.'

'Harry.'

'We're gonna get in trouble for that, aren't we? With my Horcrux?'

'Most likely.'

'…Good.'

Tom smirked and then frowned, both ignoring the wild animal in the bathroom. As though summoned, Crux was allowed into his head. He quickly inspected their available thoughts and then squawked with indignation.

'You were BALLS deep when I told you to watch you FUCKING ASSHEAD.'

Neither Harry nor Tom responded.

'…Which is exactly what I was hoping you'd do. STUPID. I'll fill you in on your punishment soon, Harry; I have to scheme out logistics first,' Crux was laughing and gone in the same instant.

Tom vehemently objected to no one in particular, but Harry thought it was just as well his Horcrux had finally switched targets. He didn't think Tom could take much more of it, and he was rearing to go, ready to butt heads with Crux in his place.

When the Dark Lord exited Harry's bathroom he was in different robes, wet hair dripping on his shoulders, bug eyes staring straight ahead. The bathroom itself, and just about everything inside it, was obliterated. The smell of oud wafted out like a wall of scent.

Harry shot Voldemort a pointed look that was ignored. He raised his wand with no small amount of giddiness and repaired the bathroom, his breath catching at the sight of the room righting itself under his command, his magic. He locked and warded himself inside when the job was done, far more secure under more than just a lock. Despite Crux's threat and the usual reality, he couldn't stop grinning as he showered.

He purposefully applied the oud on his neck and in his hair, which made Tom smirk until they were out of the bathroom. He found the Dark Lord drinking with the sunrise.

"Is this you?" He was a quarter of the way through the bottle already, sat in an armchair with still wet hair as though he couldn't instantly dry it.

"Is what me?"

"These… Dreams."

"What dreams?"

"Look at me," He demanded, and Tom scurried to jam all knowledge of Crux's indecent behaviour into Harry's blind spot.

Voldemort ripped his mind to shreds in search of it, his heart pounding in his head along with the Dark Lord. His knees were weak when Voldemort retracted—sucking his teeth and scowling.

"Your hair's wet." He sat down and winced at his own words.

"…Shut up."

"Why are you drinking? Because you had a nightmare?"

"Why-" He cut himself off and scoffed a laugh.

"Why what?" Harry repeated.

Crux entered his mind for the second time that morning, and Harry had noticed it was faster and faster, the moment between requesting entry and approval reduced to a millisecond.

'He was going to say, 'Why won't you get on your knees and beg you absolute NUMB BALLSACK for brains.' We need a code word, Harry.'

'…For what?'

'For your punishment. I'm fucking starving. It's in two parts. For the first part, we need a code word or phrase. It has to be something you can say at any time, without prompting, that won't arouse Morty's suspicions. Since you're not bright, I've made one for you. And I'm HUNGRY. Say, 'Wow, this is boring,' and I'll know to come right over.'

Voldemort's attention was on the bottle, though Harry could feel his eyes now and then, so he repeated, "Why what?" To no effect.

'…Two parts?' He wondered.

'Mm, two parts, that's what I said yeah. It BURNS? Fuck. How are you doing, sweetheart?'

'This morning? Not that bad.' Tom thought.

'Gross. Anyway, first part- I'M SO HUNGRY—how did you DO this? I can't THINK I CAN'T THINK- Okay. I can. First part. The—first—part. Hold on,' He was gone, and Voldemort nearly slid off his chair, teeth clenched, nostrils flaring.

Crux shot back into Harry's head, 'Make him feed me. I'm SO hungry. How…' He trailed off and made a noise like a swarm of bees.

"Are you not feeding my Horcrux?" Harry asked, stunning the room and his head silent for a beat.

"What?"

"It's pretty obvious. I resisted, too; I know what the hunger looks like."

"You folded like a house of cards under my Horcrux's will."

Harry raised his eyebrows and cast a Tempus, "Drinking spirits at five-forty-five like a sturdy house of cards."

'That's funny. Tell him he has bony knees. Tell him to FEED ME.'

"You might be a raging lunatic afterwards, but after that, don't you feel better?" He said, ignoring Crux.

"I am struggling to recall the moment anyone asked you." Voldemort slipped in and out of Parseltongue, picked the bottle up and put it down.

"I have to watch you fall all over the place, wreck my bathroom, wake up with your wand in my face…"

"Shut up."

"Just feed him? What's the big deal?"

He stood up, hands clenched, "What are you doing?"

"I dunno, trying to help? Carry on hurting yourself, I don't care." He stood up, too, and when he stepped forward, the Dark Lord stepped back.

Something they both noticed, Harry's eyes nearly too wide as the Dark Lord corrected, collapsed into his seat, apparently pretending he hadn't done anything that might be construed as weakness. He poured another drink and took it like a shot. Harry sat too and doubled down.

"Are you not feeding him because the Unspeakable told you that you could fuse?" He asked.

'Harry,' Tom thought.

'WOO! YEAH! SCARE HIM!'

"Who told you that."

"You, pretty much," He ignored the blind rage building on Voldemort's face, and went with two things the Dark Lord understood. Fear and fact. "Tom and I have talked about it a lot. What it was like for us to begin with. He told me when I didn't feed him sometimes he felt like he could do it anyway, feed himself. With 'Little thought to those around him,' or something like that, he said. And I told him how it felt like every time I gave in, we were getting closer to something. I don't know if that something was fusion. Is that how you feel when you feed him?"

"What are you doing?" He repeated.

"You're drinking in my room before sun-up and you're asking me what I'm doing? You look like you've got questions you're too proud to ask, and I'm the only one with answers."

"…How long?"

"Not long." Harry assumed he was asking how long he had before Crux would attempt to feed himself.

"And…?" The questions kept getting stuck in his mouth, his eyes narrowed to slits.

"Probably longer? I don't know. If I hadn't blown up in the hall… I don't know; maybe we still wouldn't be fused. That feeling went away once we did."

The Dark Lord sat silently, dried his hair, and took another shot.

'Leg boy you FUCKING GENIUS. LOOK.'

He was looking, not sure what he should be seeing. Voldemort, furiously rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

'Still am going to punish you, though,' Crux thought.

'…Well done, Harry,' Tom thought.

'What? He hasn't done anything?'

'He's gonna GIVE IN,' Crux shot out of his head, and Voldemort stood up.

"We will eat later."

"…Sure." Harry said.

The Dark Lord Disapparated and he felt like he'd either won a significant battle or made a huge mistake.

'How are you doing really?' Harry wondered.

'You are incredible.'

His face flushed, and butterflies flooded his stomach, '…Not what I was asking, but thanks. I don't know if that was a good thing or not.'

'When your Horcrux is not fed, the Dark Lord is impossible to handle. Your Horcrux is impossible to handle. Fed is best. We would not have been able to trick him into it for long.'

'How are you doing really?' Harry repeated.

'…A little better; a little worse.'

Harry had wandered away from his room within the hour, leaving Nagini to sleep. His Horcrux found him in the atrium outside the library.

'I'd kiss you if I had lips and it wasn't disgusting. Oh, here's something better,' Crux thought, 'When you cast with Slytherin's Snakewood wand in Parseltongue… Morty was 'Hail Marying'. If you were alone in that dungeon while you were flipping that snake in the air… Who knows who's cock woulda wound up in who's ass.'

'…Oh. You're welcome.'

'Yeah, whatever. As I was saying, two parts. First part, and you're gonna love this, we're gonna throw a party.'

'…What?' Harry sequestered himself in the library, frowned at a copy of the Daily Prophet abandoned on a coffee table.

'A party. See, I've noticed that your friends know about me, but they don't know me at all. They're forming opinions, and I'm not even around, you know?'

"Ah, fuck," he said out loud.

'Ah fuck indeed. I want all of them there, in Reed's head. No warnings. I'll know if you warn them.'

'Why? Why do you want that?' Harry noticed he gripped the arms of the chair tight enough to hurt.

'Either that or I can tell Morty… Loads of things, really. And right now, he's so fucking mad.'

'You can't hurt them.'

'Oh? Rules? From you? You're making me laugh today.'

'I got you fed today.'

Crux was digging at Tom's side of Harry's head like a dog left in the rain. 'That's true, you did do that. I know your motives too, princess.'

Harry rolled his eyes and bounced his leg, then jumped in his seat to startle the second-year Gryffindors hiding in the shelves—spying too loud.

'You don't like how ill-behaved I am when I'm hungry. Neither do I. Feeding me is your reward for feeding me,' Crux thought.

'You're a prick,' Harry thought.

'Yeah. Can you let me the fuck in there now? Meanwhile, leg boy, find Reed while you don't have Morty trying to crawl inside you, okay?'

Tom pulled him in with what Harry figured was hesitation. He was almost angry enough to laugh as he got up, bee-lining back to the Room of Requirement and the Marauder's Map to do as his Horcrux bid him.

Crux was out of his head, whistling as he went, before Harry made it to the defence tower.

Reed was with Pollux and Ruby in the Great Hall, along with at least a dozen Death Eaters, and most of the faculty and students. He wrote, 'Everyone, as soon as possible,' on a scrap of parchment, and before he put it in his pocket, Tom stopped him.

'What?'

'I'm thinking.'

Harry raised his eyebrows and waited, blinking at the map on his desk.

'I wonder what purpose this serves outside of making us uncomfortable? It is as much of a risk for him to expose himself, with us, to others. Others whose minds Voldemort could look into.'

'Will he do that? Look in their heads?'

'Reed… I do not think he could read her mind. The rest? He hasn't, but that does not mean he won't.'

'So, okay, apart from freaking me out, what's your point?'

'I believe the Vow is staying his hand when it comes to most. Ginevra is the grey area. I think… He is lonely. I do not think this counts as a 'Warning,' per se,' Tom picked up the quill and wrote, 'Be welcoming.' Then he underlined it.

'Should write, 'Don't come if you value your organs and appendages,'' Harry thought.

'…That would be a warning.'

'You think he wants to meet them because he's lonely?'

Tom put the parchment in his pocket and nodded. Harry took it to the hall, and on the way, he almost missed his Death Eater entourage, needing to fend off over-interest alone. His mind was prone to wandering while his cohort closed in around him until awareness zoomed back in, and he was returned to his senses, surrounded by a crowd by the time he reached the Slytherin table.

Though Reed, Ruby, and Pollux were Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, they sat at the Slytherin table even without the Slytherins. Harry summoned the curse as he sat down, a warning storm cloud above his head that dispersed the gawkers effectively, Bed Sheet helping with an Eldritch hum. He let the darkness go to levitate the parchment into Reed's hand. The wand stayed locked in his fist afterwards.

She requested to pull him into her head as soon as the paper landed in her lap. Tom denied her and stood to leave instead.

It was nearly nightfall when the Dark Lord returned to the castle. Harry had been let into Voldemort's office by Nagini, a smug grin on his face when the Dark Lord scowled at the sight of him.

"What? Where am I supposed to be? Do you feel better?" Harry asked, a stack of books in front of him that he shouldn't have, wasn't reading anyway.

Voldemort sat down without a word and glared at a sleeping Nagini, serpent on her stone by the stairs.

It was Crux who answered him, allowed into his head in an instant.

'He's so horny he could die. Jacked off furiously twice and barely did anything but skin his dick. You should make it worse. Feed him, then bend over.'

'…Oh.'

'When are your friends coming?' Crux dug the thought of the note he'd sent Reed out of his head, '…What's that supposed to mean? Be welcoming? Huh? Why would you write that, cuck lord?'

'It does not feel as though your goal is to scare them,' Tom thought.

'The fuck would you know about my goals.'

'…I don't know when they're coming. They need to work out how to get past the Death Eaters in the corridor,' Harry thought.

Crux left his mind spitting irritation, and Harry called Kreacher to request dinner. He was three-quarters of the way through his mashed potato when he felt the fishhook of Reed's mind at the back of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and sat up straight, heart suddenly hammering so loud in his ears he was lightheaded.

"…Wow, this is boring."

Voldemort shot him a withering stare, and he shrugged. Tom let Crux in, then allowed Reed to pull all three of them into her mind.

There was a stretch of silence; the only sound was a strange whoosh in Reed's mindscape, repeating like an out-of-tune heartbeat.

'…Harry?' Ginny stepped forward, and he held up a hand to stop her, Crux circling him like a shark.

He stopped and grinned at them, then turned to smile at Harry, sharp, jagged teeth and dark red eyes centimetres from his. He didn't flinch.

'Do I scare you?'

'Not that much, honestly,' Harry thought.

He laughed and turned to the group, staring open-mouthed at Crux, apart from Ruby, who was again rotating on the spot.

'This is my Horcrux. I call him Crux. You can call him Harry.'

'I'll introduce myself, leg boy, shut up. I'm his Horcrux. Don't call me Crux,' he chose Draco first, nose to nose with him, trying to make him flinch. 'I know all of you, but you don't know me.'

Eris had decided to step in front of Ginny, and like most predators, Crux honed in on the movement. He pulled Eris to the ground, calm, without looking away from Malfoy.

'Don't, don't. Gin. He can't really hurt him here,' Harry tried to say with his eyes that the impression she made on his Horcrux mattered more than it looked like it did.

'…Fucking shame, that, don't you think?' Crux asked.

'Merde,' Avalon thought, not moving while Crux straddled Eris. Which Harry almost thought was funny.

His Horcrux giggled sporadically, then looked at him—standing with his arms crossed and his lips pursed beside Tom—mirrored his posture.

Crux bared his teeth at the necromancer, inched lower with a wide-open mouth, set to bite half off his features in one scrape. Eris scrambled under him despite the fact they were in a non-reality.

'What's a Horcrux?!' Ruby demanded, and Crux shot upright, in Ruby's face in an instant.

'A Horcrux… Leg boy, come here. I said COME HERE.'

Harry glared at the back of his head and approached. Crux draped an arm over his shoulder and yanked him, nearly taking him off his legs.

'A Horcrux is a piece of soul, fractured by murder most foul and heinous ritualistic blah blah blah, to be held inside an object to render the caster immortal. Isn't that right, princess? OR, if you're this stupid baby and the dumbest Dark Lord in history, you get this clusterfuck.' He inhaled deeply as though he was capable of smelling, then whispered in Harry's ear, 'Don't worry, I won't tell them your sick little secret.'

'We wouldn't want that,' he sighed.

He returned his focus to Eris, 'I don't like you. Have you ever… Follow me here, stupid; keep up. Have you wondered why no one's shut your mouth? You too, leg boy, pay attention. One good turn deserves another, right? Remember what I told you about your friend, the Granger girl?' He cleared his throat, 'Sorry, I'm being convoluted; I'm excited. You, idiot necromancer boy, are dog food. Sat out for the ravenous dog.' Crux pointed at Harry. 'Guess why? Come on, show me your one brain cell, wonder kid.'

'…So I break Ginny's heart. I thought you said feeding you was my reward for feeding you.'

'We lie all the time, legs. You're right, sweetheart; maybe he's not stupid all the time?'

Tom narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

'Where did this one come from?' Ruby asked. 'And how is he here? Reed?'

Reed couldn't answer her, staring straight ahead with wide eyes and raised hands.

Each time Eris tried to scramble to his feet, Crux would slam him back down.

'That's a good question, moron squirrel-brain brunette girl. See, when Morty made this one,' Crux pointed at Tom, then approached him, making Harry move like a moth to a flame.

'WHEN HE KILLED—MY—PARENTS,' Crux screamed it, then laughed and pulled Tom by his hair to the formless floor, teeth ready and aimed at his throat, 'He made ME too. AND I LIVE IN HIS HEAR-'

Harry tackled him from behind, chokeholding him off Tom, who had done nothing to defend himself against any of it—pissing Harry off further, 'YOU ACT LIKE HE'S BEEN ANYTHING BUT FUCKING PATIENT WITH YOU-'

'Oh my god you never let me TALK-'

'YOU NEVER SHUT UP!' Harry repeatedly slammed his head into the ground until he realised Crux was laughing, remembered where he was, and scrambled off.

'…Not very welcoming, butthole.' He got to his feet, grinning as though it was the best thing Harry could have done.

'Two human Horcruxes,' Pollux thought.

Crux whispered something in Tom's ear—still not standing, though he could have—and though he didn't move, Harry could tell it was nothing good.

'Harry… He's…' Ginny was waving a hand at Crux, apparently speechless.

'You have no idea.'

'He's right, you have NO IDEA. Ginny, right? You're the little 'ahh, I don't know if I really like evil, or if I only like it when I do it' necromancer. Loved how you kept your brother waddling around, leg boy too stupid to realise anything was off, and your brother was so absent in the head he might as well have been a walking corpse all along-'

Ginny slapped him, and he showed her his teeth, holding his cheek.

'…Even Morty thought it was inspired the way you absolutely gutted the great Boy Who Lived. You owe your life to the fact that you were instrumental in his destruction, whether you meant it or not. How's that 'Tom Riddle seductive power trip talk' treating you now, Ginny? Still drawn to the Dark Side?'

'Whenever you are done, Harry,' Tom thought. He sounded outright bored.

'Shut up, I'll say when I'm done. She SLAPPED ME. And I haven't even started on this ass-licker,' Crux was nose to nose with Draco again, who had been stunned into permanent silence throughout.

'Like a procession of sad, stupid, scared little boys in here. Remember when you cried, jamming Harry in that cabinet? I do. He had a bad time, that night. Beginning of the end of it all, really. On your tiny balls, you carried the apocalypse in a little handbasket. Is that the saying, Tom?'

'Not remotely.'

'All of you, merrily skipping along in a handbasket,' Crux continued.

'Still not it,' Tom thought.

'Shut the fuck up. I didn't ask you that time.'

'I—can't—hold-' Reed slapped at Ruby.

'She can't hold this many for much longer. She's bleeding a lot from her face,' Ruby thought.

They were ejected in the same instant, shot back into the Dark Lord's office and his head.

(AN: I'm away for around a week. I'll try and update in that time but no promises.(Crying emoji))