A/N:
Buckle up. There is a lot happening in this chapter!
- Knights meeting
- Death being a little shit
- Dumbledore's trial
- Harry being a little shit and Tom being way too sexy, seriously Tom, calm yourself, Harry's bi heart can't take it. (a bit of smut)
- And a surprise character pops up!
Harry's POV;
''I'm planning a meeting next Friday, you should come.''
''Hello to you too, Tom, nice weather we're having, don't you think?'' Harry says sarcastically when Tom falls into the seat beside him, pushing Hector away. The boy raises an eyebrow at Harry as if asking, 'Do you need help?' which is hilarious because Hector is such a sweet guy.
Harry waves him off with a small smile. Thankfully, Hector takes it in stride and turns to the table Tom usually sits at with Alexander Nott. Nott raises an eyebrow at Hector but doesn't sneer at him, which surprises Harry. He had expected that Nott was a blood purist. He lets it go for now in favor of focusing back on Tom.
Tom is reading through his Charm notes as if he hadn't just dropped the senior Death Eaters in Harry's lap. He must know how Harry struggles with this, but it's Tom. He probably doesn't give a flying fuck about how Harry feels about them. As long as Harry can work with Tom, there isn't a problem in his eyes.
Even if Harry is uncomfortable, most of the Knights had started treating him as a second coming of Merlin (or the second coming of Tom, if you ask the prat himself) after he had taught Mulciber, Malfoy, and Avery a lesson. But those days are over. Most of them don't treat him like that anymore, but it's clear that they don't know how to handle him since there haven't been any other signs that Harry is on their side, or at least, an equal to Tom.
Harry tries to wait him out but already knows he will lose. With a sigh, he asks. ''Why should I join your 'Knights' meeting?''
''They need to know that you're going to rule by my side, rumors are starting up again, even after what happened with Mulciber and McLaggen.'' Tom shoots him a look, not mentioning Dumbledore, even if Harry knows how impressed Tom was with Harry with the tongue-lashing he had given everyone in that office.
''So what? I come to a meeting, assert my dominance, and am free to go to do my thing for the next month until they question things again?'' Harry asks incredulously. Harry begins to think he truly dodged an Avada by not choosing Slytherin at the beginning of this year; the shit that happens behind the scenes is giving him a headache.
''You could join every meeting from now on, change their opinions, and build a resistance with me,'' Tom says in his honey-sweet tone. Harry knows he is just being manipulative.
''If I'm coming, I'm bringing my friends. Your 'resistance' shouldn't only be Slytherins hating Muggleborns, we've talked about this.'' Harry says with a frown.
Tom lets out an ugh sound that he makes sure only Harry hears. Harry hides a smirk behind his hand.
''Fine, bring your Mudblood-'' ''Tom.'' Harry warns and Tom raises his hand in surrender. ''Muggle-born friend and your other blood traitor friends, we'll see how they hold up in the meeting.'' He finishes with a sniff. Harry pinches his side for the name-calling, making Tom glare at him.
''Don't call my friends by those names, and we'll make sure that Wizarding Britain will be the center of the Wizarding World again. But we need to do it with everyone that has magical blood. Not just Purebloods, not just powerful Halfbloods, but with every Wixenkind and Creature. The first thing to fix in that ideal world is-'' Harry says passionately until he's interrupted.
''Mr. Peverell, if you're done, I want to start today's lecture.'' Their Charms Professor says with a raised eyebrow, making Harry duck his head with a blush. ''Sorry, Professor.'' He replies meekly.
Tom isn't even trying to hide his smirk, and Harry kicks his foot. ''Hate you.''
''Hate you too.''
''What is the mudblood doing here?''
Harry glares at the brown-haired witch who spoke. He doesn't recognize her, but she must be a pureblood.
''It's Muggle-born, and we'll explain later. I would appreciate it if you stopped using that word.'' Harry says with a withering glare. The witch seems to want to protest again, but Tom interrupts. ''Enough. Everyone, welcome to this Knights meeting. As you can see, we have some-'' He glances at Harry. ''-new faces here tonight.''
Harry rolls his eyes before speaking. ''As most of you know, Tom wants a better Wizarding World, I have the same goals in that.'' That's not entirely true, he mostly wanted revenge against Dumbledore, but that's nicely on its way. And Death had tasked him to make 'it' better. He supposed that making the Wizarding World better and making sure that there wouldn't be another war would make 'it' better. They couldn't have just given him more instructions, could they?
''Of course no t, Master, where's the fun in that?''
Oh, shut it you. He thought viciously at the deity. He was still a bit cross with Death over the fact that they were hiding something important from Harry. At least, Death had been a lot less present in the last couple of weeks. But for now, he focused back on the Knights in front of him.
He had already informed his friends about what was happening tonight, but he could see how tense they all were. Billius, Charlus, Hector, and Alphard are hanging together in the back. Even if Alphard is a Slytherin, he's here for Harry, and he wanted to make that perfectly clear.
''And what are your plans for the Wizarding World? How are you planning on making us great again?'' Malfoy asks. Harry shoots him a look that has him shrinking back a little bit.
''What we need is progress. We - the Wizarding World - are stagnating. Muggles are evolving quicker than we do. I expect that in another fifty or so years, they will be able to detect Magic, and with it, they can and will find the Wizarding World. We don't want another Witch hunt, but we are-''
''That's rubbish, Muggles can't even find their own way out of the mud. It's not for nothing that we call them Mudbloods.'' Some boy says in a squeaky voice with a sneer aimed at Hector. Harry doesn't know his name and doesn't care, but his hackles do rise.
''Do you people, purebloods, even know where the name 'Mudblood' came from?'' He asks exasperatedly. ''Because I can tell you, it isn't because the Muggles live in wooden huts and mud. Maybe that was the case in the Middle Ages, but they have been out of those for quite some years.'' Harry says, glaring at everyone.
Tom places a hand on his shoulder. ''What Hadrian is trying to say is that we all want to be better. And we need everyone's help if we want to make sure that the Wizarding World will thrive.''
''Uh- yes, something like that,'' Harry replies.
He could see the skeptical looks of everyone. Thankfully, he wasn't quickly impressed with an angry mob. Not anymore at least.
''As I was saying, we want a better Wizarding World, and we want that with all the Wixenkind. With all magical creatures. This means that Muggle-borns can help us bring the Magical World into a new future, and make sure we won't die out from incest-''
''You don't know anything about our traditions!'' Malfoy started, red in the face with a furious flush.
''Then make sure we do,'' Harry replied with a frown. ''You can't keep complaining about Muggle-borns or Half-bloods who don't know the traditions, when we aren't taught about them. You don't share the books or information that has been available to you your whole life. We are being thrown into a new world- when we are eleven! We are expecting to swim without an explanation of how. We are studying Magic, something that hasn't been part of our life, and we are asked to leave everything behind what we do know.''
With that passionate speech, he was hoping he would get some cooperation. But he was wrong.
When the door closed behind the last Knight, Harry dropped into a chair, rubbing his face with both his hands before groaning. ''That was a disaster.''
Tom leans against one of the desks in the room. ''Yes, it was.'' He agrees grudgingly.
Harry had wanted to curse everyone in sight, but he didn't want to show that side to his friends, even if they would stand with him. Charlus and Billius were light wizards, and Hector was a Muggle-born. He didn't think they would accept that darker part of him just yet. Alphard would probably be the one who would understand, but mostly because he's a Black and a Slytherin.
The meeting had descended into chaos; the Knights were used to Tom's calming methods, such as being cursed into silence or dealing with the consequences and pain.
Harry tried a friendlier method, but it didn't really work. The Purebloods didn't want to listen and kept glaring at the intruding Gryffindors. Even if Harry had taken down some of the Knights a couple of pegs earlier this year, it just wasn't enough if he wouldn't continue with that brutal approach.
''Your Knights almost seem to want to be punished.''
Tom clicks his tongue. ''No, they just don't want to change their worldview to something they think will be their damnation.''
''That's bullshit, we want to better the Wizarding World, but they wouldn't even listen to me about Muggle-borns being important-''
''Because they aren't in their eyes, you need to come with proof that they are,'' Tom said with a hard glint in his eyes.
Harry glared at him. ''You could be a lot more helpful.''
Tom shrugged. ''I could, but I have a reputation.''
''Fuck your reputation!'' Harry said exasperatedly. He seriously couldn't understand why Tom was so bullheaded about this. It wasn't even as if Tom didn't understand that they needed Muggle-borns in the Wizarding World or that he believed they were weaker.
He just wanted the Muggleborns to be more educated about the Wizarding society and customs. That could be arranged, but all those bloody Purebloods were throwing a fit!
''Master, you need some help.''
''If you are going to propose Dumbledore, I'm going to kill you,'' Harry said viciously to the representation of Death that appeared before them.
Death tsked at him and shook their head. ''No, I've been working on something that should arrive soon.'' Death said mysteriously. Harry frowned at the deity.
''What? Working on what? Is this why you've been mysteriously quiet the last couple of weeks? You have been hiding something from me!'' He accused with a frown.
Death smiled at him, and Harry needed to look away from them. ''You want to be surprised by this, Master.'' The representation of Death said in an abstruse manner.
''Can you stop with the riddles?'' Harry was getting a headache from the disastrous meeting and random shit Death threw at him.
Death raised his eyebrow at Harry before glancing at Tom. Harry blushed at the unasked question before glaring again.
They hooked up once! ONCE! It wasn't likely to happen again!
''Shut up,'' Harry grumbled at the deity.
Death bowed mockingly. ''As you wish, Master.''
Harry knew he needed help, but he didn't know how! Tom and he were working on proving that Muggle-borns were descendants of Squibs, who were too inbred to form a clean magical core at birth and were abandoned by their families to the Muggle world. Every Pureblood family did so, or at least most of them. Squibs can't perform Magic, but they can see the Magic like Hogwarts, Dementors, or even Thestrals. They can fly brooms or brew potions, but they can't use a wand. It's true that they have more possibilities in the Muggle world, but it's just unfair to abandon them. And at the end of the line, the Magic did return. He just needed to find proof of that.
''I wasn't literal, Death, but why are you here? Not to just confuse me with surprises that aren't even here yet?'' He asked the deity who was now silently standing a few feet away. He still wasn't used to how beautiful Lord Death was, but he did understand why the gods were worshipped.
Death hummed, ''I was just checking on my favorite, Master.''
''Mhh, me or Tom?'' He asked cheekily, getting a swap on the head from the deity in a playful manner.
Death sneered at Tom, who tried to hide his head away in a book as a way to not look at the god. Harry couldn't help but snort.
Tom's POV;
Tom was almost shaking in excitement. With emphasis on almost . He had class.
But nonetheless, he was very, very excited. Hadrian glanced at him and smirked, but Tom could see how the black-haired teen was enjoying seeing their former teacher in chains.
Fair enough, he had meant more to Hadrian in his former life. The former professor had been a mentor to him before death and betrayal, but Hadrian knew better now.
It had been a couple of weeks since Dumbledore had been arrested, but his trial was today, and according to Hadrian's solicitors, there was a very small chance of Dumbledore walking out free today.
There had already been multiple changes in Hogwarts. With a new Transfiguration teacher (who was adequate, but nothing special. Some Half-blood named Ravi Broerzque) and a new Headmistress (an Abbott, former Hufflepuff who was very fierce in the protection of children). Last week, the Headmistress had called the upper years to the Great Hall for a meeting. Asking for input about classes and teachings, and even new studies. Tom was delighted when Dark Arts was considered for a new class. He only felt annoyed that he would only be able to have those classes for one year before graduating, but it was something!
Merrythought had been extremely excited when a dueling class would be made available in the next school year, too. She had been practically vibrating from excitement, claiming that she would stay to teach a couple more years but maybe with an assistant. Tom was already aiming for that particular spot.
And now it was time for Dumbledore's trial, seriously, could Tom's year get even better?
''Dear Wizengamot and witnesses, we are gathered today for the trial of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He was accused of the following: harassment, slander, stalking, and attempted murder of underage students and former students.'' The current Chief Warlock Bones said. He was silent for a moment when multiple whispers broke out.
Hadrian shifted next to him in agitation, and Tom elbowed him softly. ''What's wrong?'' He whispered in Hadrian's ear, delighted when he saw the other teen shiver.
''I feel- never mind, it must be something else.'' Hadrian shook himself, and Tom frowned before his attention was again drawn to the middle of the room.
''How do you plead?'' Bones asked Dumbledore's attorney.
''Mr. Dumbledore pleads not guilty, Chief Warlock.'' The man replied with a blank face.
Whispers started up again in the witness section, and Tom couldn't help but scowl, willing them to be silent so they could move on with the trial.
The accusing attorney then stood, gaining the attention of the room. ''Chief Warlock, there has been a request for Veritaserum for every witness and Veritaserum and a truth oath from Dumbledore during his testimony. Is this approved?''
Bones looked at the document with the request and signaled for the Lords and Lady's of the Wizengamot to vote for approval or dismissal. Thankfully, the Wixen in the Wizengamot only had to put their wands on the table in front of them to vote with their choice, so it shouldn't take long. Tom was sure that most of them would vote in their favor, but he didn't know if there were any Dumble ass kissers in the Wizengamot. He waited in tense silence for the request to go through.
The Chief Warlock looked at the parchment again before speaking. ''46 votes in favor and 21 votes against. We shall call the first witness forward.''
Hadrian's hands were clenched next to him, showing Tom that he had been just as nervous about the outcome, but he released them with a quiet sigh. They watched how multiple Aurors were called forward to explain their findings on the investigation with the evidence Hadrian had put to light. Auror Moody had been fierce but honest in all his answers, glaring at Dumbledore the whole time while Dumbledore glared right back at him. After hearing about Moody from Hadrian, he understood the enmity.
Tom was curious how long this trial would last, especially with all the witnesses that would be called. Hadrian and himself would also testify, but with every witness, it became clear how much Dumbles had meddled.
Crying Half-bloods and Muggleborns testified how they had felt safe because of Dumbledore but how they had been used. Years before the war even started, before Grindelwald truly became a problem, he was already using people for his own benefit.
Head Auror Greengrass was there to tell the Wizengamot about how he had to fire multiple Aurors because of their involvement with Dumbledore and how crimes came to light that had been wiped under the rug because of Dumbledore's manipulations.
The Wizengamot listened to every story with grim faces. Some were shooting Dumbledore's betrayed looks. Others watched with the same glee that Tom felt.
''I'll call Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin, to the stand.'' Bones announced. Tom stood with grace before making his way to the witness seat.
Three drops of Veritaserum were placed in his mouth. He could fight it easily with his Occlumency barriers, but he let the haze of the potion take over and answered the safety questions so everyone knew for sure he was under the influence.
''Lord Slytherin, could you tell us when you met Mr. Dumbledore?'' The attorney asked.
''I met Mr. Dumbledore on July 22nd, 1938. He was there to tell me about the Magical World.''
''What was your first impression of him?''
Tom mused for a moment if he needed to dramatize the first meeting but decided against it. ''He was cold, distant. He accused me of stealing and watched me with disgust.''
The attorney frowned. ''You were eleven. Was this the first time you came in contact with a Wizard?''
''Yes.''
''Did he explain why he reacted to you like that?''
''No.''
''And how did he act during the visit to Diagon Alley and Gringotts?''
Tom suppressed a smirk. ''He didn't come with me to Diagon Alley and Gringotts.''
The audience began to murmur, but the Chief Warlock quickly quieted them.
''You went alone to the Wizarding World for the first time while you just learned about the existence of it?'' The attorney sounded incredulous. Tom could understand why, but he wouldn't tell them that it had been Tom's preference to go alone. He had been eleven, and the Wizarding World was completely new to him. To be left alone at that time was irresponsible. Well, for any other eleven-year-old. Tom could handle it just fine.
''Yes.''
''How did Dumbledore act towards you during your years at Hogwarts as your teacher?''
''He acted cold as if I did everything wrong in his eyes. Even if I was the best in class, I never even got a compliment or points. But none of the Slytherins got that. He always kept an eye on me as if I was the devil himself.''
''Do you know why he acted like that towards you?''
''He never trusted me because I'm a Parseltongue. He sees it as Dark Magic. He is convinced I will turn evil because of that ability.'' Tom was having fun with this. The attorney seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again.
''Dumbledore accused you of killing a schoolmate last year, even if another student had been expelled for this crime when he was found hiding an Acromantula in the school, are any of Dumbledore's accusations correct?''
Tom felt a flare of Magic coming from the stands and knew Hadrian was seething at this question, even if the attorney needed to be thorough to put Dumbledore in the worst light. This question hadn't been agreed on in advance.
Tom was shocked that Dumbledore had accused him of Myrtle's death for his own gain during this trial. He could see the old man smirking at him. Tom was thankful for the Veritaserum now because it kept his face void of any emotion. Thankfully, because of the Fidelius, nobody could remember the secret of Slytherin's heir being behind those attacks. Tom was in the clear in this. He used his Occlumency shields to twist the answer before he spoke.
''No, none of Dumbledore's accusations have been true regarding me.''
Dumbledore's nostrils flared in anger. Tom wanted to laugh in his face, but his face remained blank, showing he was still under the influence of Veritaserum, even if he was twisting his answers.
''Good to know. We will continue with the other questions.'' The man seemed a bit flustered, probably having felt Hadrian's ire. ''Have you ever been visited by Dumbledore during your holidays to check on your well-being?''
''No.''
''Can you describe if it had been necessary for those visits?''
''Yes. They would have been necessary. I grew up in a Muggle Orphanage in London. For the last couple of years, the war has been tearing London apart. There is almost no food available, certainly not for orphans. At night, we needed to go to the bomb shelters; I wasn't safe at all during my holidays, and I couldn't use my Magic to assist.''
He could see pity on the faces of the Wixen in the Wizengamot and clenched his jaw. He knew he needed to tell the people this to get sympathy, but he hated the looks he got now.
''Thank you for your report. We will continue now with questioning the story of what happened during one of your dueling lessons by Professor Merrythought. According to your statement and those of others, Mr. Dumbledore aimed a spell at you that hit Lord Peverell-Griffindor because he jumped in front of you. According to Lord Peverell-Gryffindor, this was attempted murder towards you. Can you tell us what happened?''
''I was dueling with Hadrian during our Defense Against the Dark Arts class; we were dueling fiercely and relocated to the Great Hall during the duel. When I disarmed Hadrian, he got his ancestral sword from Hogwarts to continue. I had two wands and aimed them at him. Mr. Dumbledore then decided to step in. He aimed a curse at me. Unfortunately, I don't know which one, but thanks to Hadrian's quick reflexes, he pushed me out of the way, which got him hit instead. Hadrian was harmed, but thankfully, Gryffindor's sword absorbed most of the curse. Hadrian was knocked unconscious against the wall because of the blast of the curse rebounding the sword, but according to the Healer of Hogwarts, it would have been deadly if the curse had hit Hadrian instead. It was that powerful.''
Murmurs started again through the Hall, and the attorney let his story sink in for a moment before continuing.
''Do you think it was deliberate? Do you think Dumbledore was aiming to kill you?''
''Yes,'' Tom replied simply.
''I have no further questions.'' The attorney said, waving a hand towards Dumbledore's attorney.
The man stood and glared at Tom. ''Did you kill Myrtle Elizabeth Warren?''
''No.'' Which was technically true. The Basilisk killed Myrtle.
''Do you perform the Dark Arts?''
Hadrian stood with a glare. ''Tom isn't the one on trial here, Chief Warlock. He's a student of Hogwarts and a Lord who would be able to vote in the Wizengamot if he wasn't a victim. I don't see why he needs to answer these questions!''
Agreements were made by multiple people in the Wizengamot; all of them were glaring at Dumbledore's attorney, who shrunk back under their glares. Tom was intrigued to see Lord Black among them.
''I want to ask you, Lord Peverell-Gryffindor, not to interrupt this trial, but you are correct. These questions are not approved. Please keep that in mind, attorney Doge.''
Doge flushed but agreed to keep to the approved questions. They were just repeats of earlier questions, and he was quickly done with Tom.
He was administered the antidote and, with a nod of his head to the Chief Warlock, went back to his seat.
''I call Lord Hadrian Peverell-Gryffindor to the stand.''
Tom couldn't help but smile while Hadrian descended from the stands.
Harry's POV;
He couldn't shake that feeling. Something inside the room felt like death. He couldn't describe it any other way.
Was someone on the brink of dying?
Would something happen that caused someone to die?
At first, he thought that he felt the Hallows, but Tom was still wearing his ring like he usually does, and the cloak was in his pocket, so it couldn't be what caused this feeling.
The Master of Death shook himself. He needed to concentrate now. Harry opened his mouth to accept the drops of Veritaserum and answered the standard questions to ensure the serum was working.
''Lord Peverell-Gryffindor, can you describe your first meeting with Mr. Dumbledore?''
Harry concentrated on his shields, hoping that no other answer could come through. But thankfully, he got a nudge from Death in his mind and knew he was safe.
''I met him on September 1st, 1943. He welcomed me by trying to invade my mind with Legilimency before taking me to the antechamber for my sorting.''
The room fell silent.
''He-he tried to invade your mind just moments after meeting?'' His attorney asked, sounding perplexed. It wasn't an approved question, but it appeared nobody was going to object.
''Yes, but thankfully, I felt his intrusion. I am no expert on Occlumency, but I am very sensitive to other magics.'' Hadrian said, trying to seem as if his sensitivity to the Magic helped him instead of his Occlumency; otherwise, they would ask for a truth Oath, knowing he could circumvent the Veritaserum. It was why they pushed for a truth Oath from Dumbledork.
The attorney shot a look at the Chief Warlock, who scribbled something down. Harry assumed it was another tally against Dumbles.
''Ah yes, your sensitivity or sight helped find the blackmail Mr. Dumbledore was using against multiple Wixen. Why didn't you report that immediately to the Headmaster?''
''Because former Headmaster Dippet listened to Dumbledore first and students second. I knew I had no chance of being believed if I had reported it.''
He got nods from multiple people in the room, agreeing with him.
Harry got some more questions, multiple overlapping with the questions Tom had answered, which he answered truthfully. They asked him about the dueling incident before they started questioning him about Valentine's Day.
''Mr. McLaggen is not on trial today, but can you explain what happened on February 14th?''
Harry flushed, remembering what happened very, very clearly.
''At breakfast, I got multiple Valentine's when McLaggen knocked over my drink. He then gave me his own goblet as an apology. After I had drank from it, I started to feel warm, antsy.'' Harry said in a soft voice, wanting to grimace but unable to.
''I fled the Great Hall when I felt overwhelmed. McLaggen cornered me in an alcove and - and made some crude remarks with what I should want to do to him.'' Even the Veritaserum couldn't stop his blush. Harry didn't make any eye contact while he kept talking.
He looks at Tom before saying the next sentence, not knowing why but wanting to ensure that Tom knows he speaks the truth. ''I wanted to say no.''
''But I couldn't. My mind and body weren't listening to me.'' Harry breaks eye contact with Tom before continuing. ''Tom then came into the alcove and sent McLaggen away before taking me to a safe room and stunning me.'' Thankfully, Harry doesn't have to tell them how he humiliated himself before being stunned.
''When I woke up, I remembered everything. I got angry, mostly out of shame about what had happened and that I couldn't fight it, but I did get angry and took it out on Tom. Mr. Dumbledore found us walking through the corridors and summoned us to the Headmaster's Office, where he accused Tom of rape, he said it had been a potion accident and that Tom had taken advantage of me.''
Dumbledore's attorney decides to speak up then, even if it's not his turn.
''Can you be sure that nothing happened to you while you were stunned by Mr. Riddle?''
Harry sees red, he wants to snarl, shout, scream, and curse the man. But his face stays stoic under the influence of the truth serum.
''Do not answer that, Lord Peverell-Gryffindor.'' The Chief Warlock Bones interrupts with a glare that could kill aimed at Dumble's attorney. Unfortunately, Veritaserum doesn't work that way and even if Harry could stop his answer, he still speaks.
''I am sure because I trust him. He would never do anything without my consent.'' He doesn't look at Tom while speaking, but he can practically feel the prat's shock at his declaration.
Ugh, he will never hear the end of this!
''Attorney Doge, another question out of line, and I will assign another attorney to Mr. Dumbledore while you'll be dismissed of future service by the Wizengamot.'' Bones told the now shaking attorney.
Harry couldn't imagine that he would be able to continue anyway. Nobody at the trial today would even think to hire Doge again with how he was acting like a sheep following Dumbledore, and he was completely out of line with his questions. Everyone knows how dangerous it is to ask the wrong questions during a Veritaserum trial. If any of the witnesses would reveal something thanks to a question that wasn't approved, the whole trial could be dismissed.
That could be what Doge was aiming for, but he was only risking his own career now.
Bones waves at Harry's attorney to continue his questioning. The teenager answers quickly before the turn goes to Dumbledore's attorney. The man is so flustered that he quickly declares he has no other questions for him, and Harry is thankfully dismissed after that.
When he takes his seat next to Tom, he's surprised by Tom's hand on his leg. The other teen doesn't look at him but squeezes once before releasing him. Harry blinks a couple of times before shaking himself.
When he wants to tune back into the trial, he senses that same buzz again. He had ignored it while on the witness stand. But it returns now and feels much more intense. It feels like cold fingers traveling up and down his spine, almost as if Lord Death is caressing him. Harry doesn't know what it means.
Death? Is this your doing? What is happening?
''No, Master, it's not me, but it is one of the Hallows.''
Which one? I've never felt it like this. Harry complains mentally to the deity.
''It's the Elderwand, Master. It senses you.''
But the wand is with- Harry's breath stops.
No.
Why would that madman be here? To watch his former lover go down?
Well, if Harry thinks about it, he would probably do the same if his former lover would shun him after an accident and then run around claiming he could stop him. Even if Dumbledore was 'reluctant' to admit he could stop Grindelwald, he did acknowledge it. He was giving hope to multiple Wixen all over the world. If a former lover had done that to Harry, he would have watched them go down, too. No matter in what way.
''Hadrian, what is it?'' Tom whispered in his ear. Making sure not to interrupt the questioning of Dumbledore. Harry had missed everything the attorneys and Dumbledore had said since he sat back down.
''Grindelwald is here,'' Harry replies in Parseltongue. Making sure nobody can overhear them. Tom goes rigid, hearing his words, and starts looking around. But just like Harry, he can't seem to find the current Dark Lord.
''-member Mr. Dumbledore, you are the one on trial here; remaining silent will not help your case.'' The Chief Warlock snaps. Harry focuses his attention back to the trial and sees that Dumbledore is remaining stubbornly silent.
Unfortunately, Harry is impressed. Veritaserum doesn't only make the one under the influence speak the truth, but there is also a compulsion woven into the potion that makes you speak. Albus could probably circumvent the serum, which would, under normal circumstances, make him answer with the truth, Harry and Tom were skilled enough to bend the truth. But they still needed to answer.
The truth Oath makes sure that Dumbledore speaks the truth even if he can bypass the serum. With the older man's impressive Occlumency skills, he can also suppress the need to answer.
Dumbledore gives the Chief Warlock his most disappointed look. Making the man squirm.
''I did what I did for the Greater Good.''
Harry wants to snarl at his declaration but is startled into shielding himself and Tom when half of the Wizengamot is smothered in black smoke.
''Peruvian Darkness Powder, shit!'' Harry is trying to focus on what is happening, but it's complete chaos. All the Wixen in attendance are screaming and cursing.
Thankfully, Tom can keep a level head and blasts the powder away with an impressive blast of wind that shocks the attackers. Two people are trying to undo Dumbledore's bindings, and another five are cursing other Wixen while making their way through Aurors to the door.
Harry can feel the Elderwand but doesn't recognize any of the Wixen that are fighting. He does know he needs to do something. He vaults himself over the balustrade and lands in a crouch before starting to fight with multiple attackers.
In the corner of his eye, he sees that Tom is joining him with a truly unimpressed look on his face. ''You're such a Gryffindor.'' He snarls after he blasts one of the attackers back against the wall.
''Hate you too!'' Harry replies cheekily before ducking to the side and bracing himself against Tom's back. He had never thought he would fight with Voldemort back to back while on the same side. Hell, if you asked him a year ago what he would do in this situation, he would've laughed in your face before cursing you.
But now? He wouldn't want anyone else at his back.
They duel with the current Dark Lord's minions, and Harry is pleasantly surprised that they can beat them, even if they are several decades younger than some of them.
Even with them not holding back on Dark Magic, while Harry and Tom still need to keep it to semi-legal spells.
Someone summons a blue fire, and Harry jumps to the side just in time but is separated from Tom. He turns and immediately knows who this wizard is, even with the glamor.
''Grindelwald.'' He says with a tilt of his head.
The man in front of him grins before dissolving the glamor. This is the Grindelwald he knows from visions and pictures. Harry is annoyed that the man is handsome. It truly isn't fair that these Dark Lords are this handsome. Tom is a perfect example of that.
''Peverell, that's a name you don't often hear anymore.'' Grindelwald steps to the side, and Harry follows, making sure nobody gains any distance. Harry is annoyed to see that the blue flames surround them; they are too dense to see through.
''I wonder why.'' Harry deadpans. Knowing very well that Grindelwald had practically hunted the Peverell family for the Deadly Hallows, even if he was primarily interested in the wand he was now wielding.
Grindelwald throws a lackluster curse at him, and Harry easily catches it on the tip of his wand before throwing it at the blue flames. They rise a bit, but nothing drastic happens.
''Ah, it seems that my informants have been right.''
Harry narrows his eyes at the man. ''Right about what?'' He tries to hide his shock but wants to know who has informed Grindelwald about him. Could it be that there are spies in Hogwarts?
''Never mind that- it seems that it's time to go now,'' Grindelwald turns, and Harry decides that it's time to get his possession back.
''The wand knows its true master, Grindelwald,'' Harry says with a smirk before holding out his hand toward his wand.
The Elderwand immediately shocks Grindelwald's hand, making the older wizard release the priceless wand, and it flies to its Master. When he catches it, the wand hums in his hand in satisfaction, and the blue flames go down.
The Peverell lord decides he quite likes it to see the Dark Lord's astonishment. Harry aims both his wands at the Dark Lord, ready to stop him now. He only doesn't get the chance.
Harry is hit with a curse that throws him back into the stands. He struggles up only to see Dumbledore waving a wand toward him before Harry is buried under the debris from a huge blast.
Tom's POV;
Tom hisses when a curse cuts his shoulder and turns to see Hadrian dive away from him before being surrounded by blue flames.
He immediately blasts the witch, whom he had been dueling, away from him so he can concentrate on breaking the circle of flames.
''You cannot stop this, Tom.'' Dumbledore's condescending tone breaks through his concentration.
''You should go to Azkaban for your crimes, not ask your former lover to bail you out and bring the war to our shores!'' Tom heatedly replies but keeps his wand trained on Dumbledore, not trusting him not to do Tom dirty.
Dumbledore's face twists in irritation. ''I did not contact him.''
Tom raises an eyebrow to show how unimpressed he is with that answer and waves his hand around. Showing the chaos Grindelwald had brought with him.
A fond look overcomes Dumbledore, even if it's twisted with irritation.
''Gellert never knew when to quit.''
''Quit? It seems like he's making his alliance quite clear here. If you ask me, this is some sick act of winning you back.'' Tom wanted to throw up only thinking about it. The relationships of Dumbledore truly aren't something he ever wanted to think about.
Dumbledore's lip twitched. Tom gags before spitting venom at his former professor. ''And he's succeeding, where are you now, Dumbledore? Preaching about the Greater Good while pining for your former lover turned Dark Lord. You should be in Azkaban.'' Or dead, he adds in his head.
Dumbledore seems to have lost his patience with Tom and throws a curse at him. Tom doesn't know where he got the wand, but it's not important right now. He needs to concentrate on the duel in front of him.
His old teacher isn't holding back, but Tom is glad to see that the dueling training he has been doing with Hadrian has paid off.
He's panting but not giving in. He needs to be there for Hadrian as soon as possible, but Dumbledore is holding him off. Then the flames go down, and both Dumbledore and Tom are shocked when they see Hadrian standing with two wands, a smug smile on his face that Tom just wants to kiss off him.
Of course, Tom knows that Hadrian is the true Master of the Elderwand, but it's very satisfying to see the shocked expressions on Grindelwald and Dumbledore's faces.
Just when Tom thinks Hadrian is going to finish Grindelwald right then and there, he's hit by a powerful blasting curse. Tom immediately turns to the witch who blasted Hadrian back and curses her with a blood-boiling curse. She screams in pain, and Tom starts running towards his friend with sometimes benefits but stops in horror when he sees Hadrian being buried beneath what must be tons of debris.
He wants to curse himself for not paying enough attention to Dumbledore, giving him the chance to disable Hadrian, if not outright killing him.
His heart stops at that last thought. What if Hadrian is dead?
Tom doesn't know if he wants to kill Dumbledore more or reach Hadrian, but his choice is taken from him when Dumbledore and Grindelwald wisk away with a Portkey. It seems that someone had brought the wards down surrounding the Wizengamot courtroom. He sees red in anger but needs to focus on Hadrian now. He starts moving again towards where he last had seen Hadrian and starts levitating the debris to the side.
He wants to do it with his hands, clawing at the wood and stone until he reaches Hadrian. Wanting, no needing to make sure the other teen is still breathing. But he knows that with magic, it will be faster. Thankfully, more people have come to their senses and started helping him. Tom ignores them, wanting nothing more than to get to Hadrian.
Tom hears people cry out behind him in pain. The attack had been vicious, and he doesn't even know how many of Grindelwald's followers had been there. He hears orders being made to the Aurors that have arrived for assistance, but Tom only focuses on his current task.
''Lord Slytherin, please consider what we're going to find.'' An unknown Auror tells him after some time. Tom is ready to fall down from exhaustion, the adrenaline draining out of his body like sand. But he will not stop.
''You clearly don't know Lord Peverell-Gryffindor. If anyone can survive this-'' He stops to take a deep breath to calm himself down. ''-it's that stubborn ass.''
A witch beside him lifts a large piece of wood, and Tom sees Hadrian's hand. He scrambles forward to touch it, hold it, and pull the man out. But he's stopped within an inch of the hand that is lying there.
''He has a shield surrounding his body! He's alive!'' Tom declares loudly. He hears people shouting for healers behind him, and even more wands join the digging now. It only takes another minute for Hadrian to be completely uncovered. He's unconscious, but when a Healer touches the shield with their wand, a shiver runs through Hadrian's body, and his eyes open wide. Everyone that had taken a step closer to watch was blasted back several feet.
Hadrian bolts upright before grabbing his head with his hand. He groans in pain, and Tom scrambles back to touch his neck to find a pulse.
''You're alright, you're alright, you're alive.'' Tom hisses at him in Parseltongue, he doesn't know if he's reassuring himself or Hadrian. But the relief that floods Tom's body is all his own.
''T-tom?'' Hadrian says wearily. ''Yes, I'm here, darling.'' Tom can't help himself. He's tired, immensely relieved, and doesn't care who hears him.
Hadrian pulls his hands away from his face and looks at Tom with an incredulous expression before signing and leaning into Tom's touch.
''Please let me check him, Lord Slytherin.'' The Healer who touched the shield earlier asks. Tom shoots her a look but lets Hadrian go to give the Healer some room.
Tom is hovering around them, wanting to know for sure that Hadrian is all right. He doesn't understand why he needs to make sure. Only that he will not leave Hadrian's side until he does.
Hadrian is answering the Healer's question with an irritated tone. When he shoots a look at Tom, clearly exasperated by the questions, his eyes go wide. ''Tom! You're bleeding!'' Hadrian turns to the Healer. ''What are you doing asking me these stupid questions? I'm fine; Tom is bleeding!'' He barks out.
The Healer blinks a couple of times before a scowl overcomes her face. ''You were just buried under a ton of stone and wood. Most of the people here thought you were dead. You will sit still during my checks or so help me Morgana-''
''All right, all right. But please check Tom after.'' Hadrian grumbles in rebuke.
It doesn't take long for the Healer to declare that Hadrian is only magically exhausted but in good health. She then turns with a stern look to Tom and has him remove his robe and shirt.
Tom does so without hesitation, now truly beginning to feel the burn and pain in his shoulder. He can't help but smirk when Hadrian's eyes fix on his bare torso with something akin to hunger.
Oh, he's going to enjoy that specific look later.
Only, there is no later, since as soon as they are back at Hogwarts, their new Headmistress and Head of Houses descend on them, checking if they're healthy, having already heard what happened during the trial.
Slughorn ushers him to his dorm to rest and Merrythought does the same to Hadrian. Bollocks. He wanted to take Hadrian to the Room of Requirement and then take the other teen apart.
But alas, Tom truly feels the exhaustion creep up on him and decides that sleep is more important now.
The next morning, he's shocked to hear from his Knights that everyone already knows about the attack. Apparently, multiple Wizengamot members or other witnesses at the trial had contacted their family members at Hogwarts to gush about how Hadrian and Tom had fought side by side with the Aurors to counter the attack and apprehend Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
It seemed that they had impressed multiple members of the Wizarding Society. Of course, this absolutely delights Tom for multiple reasons. He and Hadrian had already planned to take over the Wizarding World by defeating Grindelwald, but by fighting them last night, they have won multiple popularity points, especially now it looks like Dumbledore truly will not protect them.
Tom knows it's extremely unfair of the Wizarding World to expect two teenagers to save them, but is that not exactly what they had done to Hadrian in his former life? Make him the figurehead of the war? The hope of so many people only to betray him after having won?
Well, Tom will ensure that nobody will betray them after this war. He will do anything in his power to become their hero and stay their hero.
He will change the Wizarding World for the better. He knows it.
When he enters the Great Hall, people are craning their necks to look at him. He shoots a glance at the Gryffindor table to see Hadrian hunched between Potter and Blackwell, trying to avoid the stares. He shakes his head. How typical. Hadrian should enjoy this attention, but he's clearly uncomfortable.
Tom wants to help with that. Something to ease the attention Hadrian doesn't like until he's more relaxed. Tom remembers how Hadrian always talked fondly about his father and friends, how they called themselves? The Murreders? No, that doesn't sound right. Ah, the Marauders. Hadrian loved hearing about their pranks from his godfather and honorary uncle (who also was a Werewolf; seriously, Hadrian is probably better off being back in time.)
Maybe a prank would help call the attention from Hadrian and direct it to someone else.
Tom smirks. He normally would not steep this low, and in his eyes, a prank is low, but he wants to see Hadrian more relaxed. He knows Hadrian doesn't like the attention at all.
So that's what he's going to do. He will pull a prank.
''Lestrange-'' He says to the mousy boy a couple of seats down. The boy is a third-year and always ready for a prank. He also desperately wants to get in Tom's good graces. It shows in how he immediately perks up hearing his name. ''-I have need of you after breakfast.'' The boy nods so hard that he almost breaks his neck.
Tom nods at him before turning back to his tea. He looks over the edge of his cup to see Hadrian watching him with a confused expression, but Tom only looks serenely back at him.
No need to spoil the surprise.
Harry's POV;
''What the actual fuck is going on?'' Harry exclaims while plugging his ears.
''Some younger year pranked the tea!'' Charlus says loudly to be heard over the horrible singing voices that fill the Hall. The Headmistress is trying to call for order, but Harry can't help but laugh. So many students are singing, horribly at that, but they are having fun. Some are embarrassed, but others are singing as loudly as they can.
He shakes his head and sits down for lunch, looking around with a wide grin. This morning, he was shocked to hear and see how everyone already knew about what happened yesterday. He could see the worship in their eyes and just wanted to disappear, but this prank came at the right time. Nobody is paying attention to him now.
He can't help but laugh when a normally shy Hufflepuff starts enthusiastically singing a soccer song and clapping along with it as if they are watching a live game.
When his eyes reach the Slytherin table, they freeze on Tom. He looks terribly smug and mouths something at Harry, which takes him a moment to decipher.
''Did Tom Riddle just say 'blow me' to you?!'' Charlus sputters out, clearly having seen where Harry was looking. And, unfortunately, coming to the wrong conclusions.
Harry flushes red; no, Tom wouldn't. Right? What the bloody hell?!
''No, of course not!'' Harry stutters out.
Charlus looks at him incredulously. ''He looks like he wants to eat you,''
''What are you talking about? That is Tom's regular face.'' Harry protests.
''Ah, to be young and oblivious,'' Billius says with a chuckle. Harry shoots a tickle hex at his nostril. He immensely enjoys the shriek the redhead lets out.
''Stop it, you two; Harry obviously doesn't want to blow Riddle. Right, Harry?'' Hector buts in, but the emerald-eyed teen sees the mischievous smile on his lips.
Harry stammers, trying to find the words before thunking his head on the table multiple times. Hector, the amazing friend he is, even if he is flustering Harry without trying, puts a hand under Harry's head so he won't get a concussion.
''Seriously?! Riddle? WHY?!'' Charlus sputters out, glaring at the Slytherin table all the while. Harry is amused to see the middle finger Malfoy gives Charlus at the attention, completely unbothered by Charlus's glaring.
Hector responds with the biggest grin possible. ''I think because people find him hot, Charlus.''
''B-but he's a guy!''
This makes Harry sit up again and frown. ''Is that a problem? That he's a guy?''
Charlus looks at him incredulously. ''You cannot have heirs with another wizard!''
''I recently found out I can actually,'' Harry replies idly. Hector starts to laugh a bit manically while Billius is nodding fiercely. ''Yes, my cousin's brother-in-law got pregnant; that's like wizarding 101, Charlus, come on.''
Charlus looks like he's been slapped in the face with a fish.
''I thought that were fairytales! Why didn't I know this!'' Charlus looks around momentarily before spotting a handsome bloke sitting at the Hufflepuff table. ''Diggory! Hey! Diggory! Let's go!''
Diggory, in question, looks up with a confused frown before seeing Charlus's expression and hurriedly leaving the Hall with Charlus on his heels.
''Wait, what happened?'' Harry asks with a confused frown. He only wanted to know if Charlus was homophobic or something when he reacted like that to Tom, but what the actual hell?
''I don't think you want to know...'' Billius says with a couple of confused blinks.
''I think you're right.'' Harry hurriedly accepts. This is becoming way more confusing than he thought.
Harry decides he will let it be before focusing on Tom again. The boy is looking at him with something sparkling in his eyes, and Harry decides he doesn't like it.
''Mates. I'm going to do something stupid.'' He declares before reaching for the tea and downing a couple of swallows. He can already feel his face heat. He doesn't have a singing voice, but he refuses to back down from Tom's words.
Because he knows for sure that Tom just said; I own you.
Tom's POV;
Tom is watching with detached amusement when the Hall falls silent. For a moment, he's confused, but then he sees Hadrian rise from his seat.
He sees that Weasley is putting his wand away. It looks like he has put some silencing charm around the Hall but not on Hadrian. Blackwell and Weasley are watching Hadrian with barely contained glee, making Tom frown.
What is-
''You don't own me.''
Tom blinks before focusing back on Hadrian and his voice. He can't help but gape at the fierce look on Hadrian's face and blush covering his cheeks.
''I'm not just one of your many toys.'' Hadrian steps around the Gryffindor table, and everyone's eyes are now focused on him. Which they always should be if you ask Tom.
In the meantime, Tom is enraptured by Hadrian, his little lion, so brave to face everyone like this, doing something he's clearly uncomfortable with just to sing for Tom.
He can feel his blood boil with desire; Hadrian is singing to him, for him, he doesn't even notice the packed Hall. The only one who matters is his Master of Death.
''You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys.''
Tom frowns. Which other boys? Hadrian should only be focused on him. He is the one for Hadrian. He glares around the Hall, wanting to know which other boys, Hadrian is talking about.
Tom is woken from his musings when Hadrian stomps onto the table, kicking some dishes and making other Slytherins scramble out of the way. He blinks, confused; what on earth is Hadrian doing?
''And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say!''
He puts his hand in front of his mouth to keep others from seeing his laugh. He can't help it, but Hadrian is looking ridiculous. Thankfully, it seems as if he's having fun.
''And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display 'cause,'' Hadrian pauses in front of him, and he leans back to watch what his plan is now. Hadrian's cheeks are red, but there is a determined look in his eyes. He falls to his knees in front of Tom, and he can't help but swallow from the picture before him. ''You don't own me!'' Hadrian finishes with a stubborn look while he looks down at Tom.
Tom coughs to scrape his throat, trying to keep his composure while his mouth is parched. He reaches out and sips his water, only to freeze after swallowing the first gulp.
A grin takes over Hadrian's face, and Tom knows he's been subtly distracted while Hadrian played his hand.
Tom tries to fight against the potion, but it is clear it's a losing battle. His eyes find Hadrian's, and he sees the moment Hadrian knows he's in deep trouble.
Hadrian lurches up but freezes when Tom starts speaking, or well. Singing.
''You put a spell on me,''
Tom knows he has a good voice, which helps him keep everyone enraptured with his speeches and oblivious to his manipulations, but he never uses it for singing.
When he was little, he was forced by the Matron to sing in the church choir. It hadn't taken long for everyone to be utterly captivated by his voice; he looked like a small angel and sang like one, too. The only reason he had stopped singing in the choir was because the Matron knew Lucifer had been an Angel before falling. It hadn't taken long for her to punish him for portraying a sweet kid instead of the evil demon child he was. After an incident he had nothing to do with (for once), she had called an exorcism.
He never sang in the church choir again. He didn't want to look at the priest ever again after that night.
But now his prank was backfiring, and here he was, singing, but- he quickly cast a wordless spell so nobody else would hear another word sung from him. His words were only for Hadrian.
Tom stood gracefully from his seat and walked towards Hadrian, his eyes full of promise. He felt like a predator stalking his prey, and he let the next words fall from his lips.
''I'm losing my mind
You better stop things
It's a matter of time
Before I hunt you down-''
Hadrian took this as a sign and started running from the Hall, Tom hot on his heels.
Harry's POV;
Shit, shit, shit, shit, this was such a bad idea. Tom looked like he was ready to eat Harry!
Harry tried to put as much distance between him and Tom as he could, but that annoyingly tall bastard kept up with him easily.
Harry sped towards the seventh floor, hoping to claim the Room of Requirement before Tom could enter. Why did he think putting the potion in Tom's water would be a good idea?!
His breath rushed out of him when he was thrown against the wall by two large hands. He looked up breathlessly at Tom, who was hovering above him.
''Grab your chin
And kiss your lips-'' Tom sang before brushing Harry's lips.
The black-haired teen's eyes fluttered shut, feeling overwhelmed by Tom's amazing voice and soft lips.
''You bring me back
I lay you down
And grab your hips
And we lose all control-''
Harry moaned when Tom did exactly what he was singing. He couldn't remember when they moved towards the Room or if they were just in a random classroom at this point, but his back fell onto something soft while Tom ground against him.
He couldn't help but shiver when Tom's lips brushed his ear.
''And before you know it
I put a spell on you
Now you're mine -''
Tom kissed him hard, and Harry arched up into his touch, lost to the feeling of the larger teen above him, feeling intoxicated by his voice and extremely seductive behavior.
Harry pulled back, feeling dazed from the heavy kiss; his hands didn't leave Toms's hips. ''Is there anything you're terrible at?'' Harry couldn't help but ask breathlessly.
Tom hummed before kissing Harry down from his mouth to his throat. He bit Harry softly, pulling another moan from the older teen. ''I'm terrible at sharing what's mine, Darling,'' Tom replied with a whisper.
Harry wanted to retort; he knew Tom was only after Harry because of his power or something like that. What was he doing with claiming Harry as his?
For as far as Harry knew, Voldemort never had any lovers. He didn't feel like other people. Harry knew this, but a small part of him still warmed with Tom's words. He couldn't help it, even if he wanted to squash that feeling down relentlessly.
He couldn't afford to fall in love, or even in like with Tom Marvolo Riddle. He had changed the past more than enough, and could he even feel anything for Tom? The man had murdered his parents in the future and had tried to kill Harry on numerous occasions, one time even succeeding.
Harry arched up when Tom bit his shoulder and ground against him. He could feel the other teen's arousal hard against his own.
''Tom-'' Harry tried to form a sentence, but it suddenly seemed a lot harder.
''Yes, Darling? What do you want? Tell me.'' Tom replied huskily in his ear. Fuck . Harry couldn't think with the other teen above him like this.
He wanted to be the one in charge for once. He wanted to take Tom apart and make him truly lose control.
''I want to blow you, but I've never done that before.'' Harry blurted out. Tom froze above him.
''Hadrian-'' Tom started but seemed speechless; Harry felt a bit proud.
Tom pulled back to look Harry in his eyes. Harry didn't know how he looked to the other teen, but he did know he wanted what he had proposed. He licked his lips, and Tom's eyes were immediately drawn to the action.
''Al-alright,'' Tom said in a failing nonchalance manner. Harry couldn't help but contain his grin; he used a bit of magic to flip them, so Tom was the one lying down.
He then sat on his knees in front of the bed between Tom's legs. Harry swallowed harshly when he noticed the bulge in the other's pants. His hands slid up Tom's legs slowly, caressing the muscles still hidden by his trousers.
Tom was leaning on his elbows, his pupils wide blown while he watched everything Harry was doing.
It was a heady feeling to have those eyes on him, but Harry knew it was just sex. They just needed to get it out of their system. Then, they could go back to sniping at each other and making plans to take down Grindelwald and Dumbledore.
Harry's hands were surprisingly steady when he opened Tom's robes to get to the belt buckle of his trousers. The only sounds that Harry can hear are the clink of the buckle and his own loud breathing.
Tom helps Harry pull his trousers down before Harry's hands still at his pants, he looks back up at Tom with a raised eyebrow. Silently asking permission.
''Go ahead, Darling,'' Tom says, his voice sounding thick. Harry can't contain his smile and turns his head down to brush his lips against Tom's clothed erection. Tom makes a soft sound that Harry doesn't think he will ever forget.
He then finally rids the other teen off his pants, and Tom's cock slaps against his abbs. Harry hasn't seen many cocks in his life, but he's pretty sure that Tom is on the big side.
He leans forward to lick Tom from base to tip gently. He groans at the taste. Harry reaches out to hold up the stiff cock and mouths around the tip. He decides he likes the taste and feel of Tom in his mouth and sinks down until his mouth feels so full. Tears are in the corners of his eyes, and he is surprised when he notices he has closed his eyes. He opens them now to look at Tom.
Tom's chest rose rapidly with deep breaths, and he threw his head back. Harry knows he needs to go slowly. Otherwise, he will choke or something, so he starts to slowly move his mouth up and down while sucking when he goes up. His hand is moving at the same space as his mouth for the part he can't reach.
Tom lets out a low moan, and Harry feels his own dick twitch in response. He hadn't thought he would like doing this so much, but he really liked the full feeling.
He reaches his unoccupied hand down to push it into his own trousers, trying to find his own orgasm while still sucking Tom. As soon as he touches his own cock, he moans, sending vibrations through Tom's cock.
''Fuck- fuck, Hadrian-'' Tom says in a strangled voice. Harry can feel that Tom is close and starts moving his mouth faster. He loves the feeling that he's the one that is taking Tom apart right now. Tom can't contain his hips anymore, and they start bucking up. Harry tries to hold him down, but eventually, it doesn't matter; Tom comes with a drawn-out moan, and Harry sputters when his mouth fills with his bitter cum. But it's not too bad, just unexpected.
Harry's hand is still moving in his own pants, and he soon follows Tom while he still has Tom's cock in his mouth.
''Salazar, fuck, I don't- I can't think,'' Tom says above him while Harry is still coming down from his own high, his cheek resting against Tom's leg.
''Then don't,'' Harry replies, surprised by his own gravily voice. Tom groans above him, and Harry is surprised when he sees the cock in front of his face twitch. He can't help but chuckle.
''How are you so good at this?'' Tom asks after a few minutes. Harry has made his way up the bed and is lying down next to Tom. He is looking around at what seems to be an unused classroom, and he's grudgingly impressed that Tom could transfigure a bed while being distracted.
''Mhh? Oh, don't know, this was the first time,'' Harry replies flippantly.
Tom turned towards him, and Harry spotted his incredulous look.
''What was it you said? 'Is there anything you're terrible at?' I'm asking the same question now, Darling.''
Harry turns his face into the blanket and laughs.
''I don't know if cock sucking skills should be on the list I'm good at, people may get the wrong idea.''
Tom snorts but doesn't respond.
When Harry and Tom finally make it down to the Great Hall again, it's already dinner time, but Harry doesn't really mind. He's relaxed and feels a bit accomplished for having Tom rendered a moaning mess.
They split their ways before entering, not wanting to stoke up the rumors even more, but when he sits down at the Gryffindor table with his friends, it's clear he will not live this down.
''Well, Casanova, I think you've brought half of the female population of Hogwarts to tears today,'' Billius says with a shit-eating grin.
Harry can feel his face heat and tries to deny everything. But it's clear his friends don't believe him.
He's morosely sitting through the teasing while eating his treacle tart when the Headmistress stands.
''Hello, students! I know it's almost the end of the year, but a new student will join our sixth years at their exams and next school year. She has told me she expects only the best from the exams, and was adamant to join them.'' She told the students with a fond smile. ''So, please welcome our new student, Miss Granger!''
Harry's head snapped up so fast he was afraid it would fall off, but he had to know; he needed to make sure-
''Surprise, Master,'' Death said in his head, but Harry couldn't comprehend what Death meant, what he was trying to say. His mind was going in too many directions to focus.
Harry stood as soon as she stepped through the door, watching with rapt attention when he recognized her dark curls and straight posture. He saw a scar traveling down the side of her face, which she had gotten when she died, and Harry knew for sure. Her eyes were scanning the crowd for any threats before her caramel-brown eyes found him. They widened in surprise, and Harry could see how they teared up. But she would never let them fall in front of so many witnesses.
''Mione,'' Harry breathed out, and then he was in motion.
A/N:
AND A WILD HERMIONE APPEARSSSS! Surprise!
This truly wasn't my intention when I started this story, but I suddenly got the reuniting scene in my head a couple of weeks ago and just knew I needed to put it in. So you'll get that in the next chapter!
I hope you like it!
OHH and I totally imagined Tom Riddle singing this song: You Put A Spell On Me by Austin Giorgio *fanning herself*
And yes, Harry singing You Don't Own Me, was the reason for the title of this story, and that scene was the reason I started this story!
Please let me know what you think!
xx MBlack93