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You Complete Me	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 32226 -:- Recommendations : 9 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
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Summary: Harry has had enough, no longer can he pretend to be the good little Gryffindor or the Savior of the Wizarding World. Those he counted as friends and family stabbed him in the back. Harry decides it is time to take his revenge on those that hurt him with his new found family and possibly his soul mate.
WARNING: This chapter has LEMON.
Disclaimer: All the rights go to J.K. Rowling. I wish I could claim them but I cannot sadly.
Main Pairings: Harry Tom Riddle
Tags: Dark Harry Potter/Dumbledore Bashing/Weasley Bashing/Character Bashing/Nothing like the books/Out of Character/Hermione Bashing
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-Lord Markus Thomas Andrino Harry’s fiancé who is actually Tom.
-The order of the Weasley children birth is switched for this story. First it's Bill then Charlie, the the Twins then Percey followed by Ron and Ginny. Sorry for any confusion to those that have read it so far.
Thoughts
Chapter Ten- Delusions
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Month One-September
The trip back to Hogwarts is uneventful to say the least in Harry’s opinion. It is walking into the Great Hall that stirs up trouble. For his part, Harry avoids Ron, Hermione and Ginny on the train ride until they get to Hogwarts. Harry, Neville and Seamus walk into the Great Hall and sit in the middle of the Gryffindor table, forcing others to sit around and beside them. Harry did not wear glamour this year, showing his true appearance. Harry is not ashamed of his Malfoy blood nor is he ashamed of the Weasley blood that runs through his veins. Another thing Harry decides on the train to school is that he will stay in Gryffindor; it will be the only way to keep tabs on Dumbledore. The evil bastard will think Harry is still his tool; Dumbledore will have another thing coming to him this year. Harry is no one’s tool and soon enough that old coot will realize that. Harry will savor the manipulative bastard’s shock when he reveals his true self, it will make Dumbledore’s death at his hand all the sweeter.
“What are you so deep in thought about? Could it be that your handsome fiancé is on your mind?” Neville asks a bit loudly.
“Fiancé!” shrieks an annoying little voice. Harry turns away from Neville to see Ron, Hermione and Ginny sitting in front of them.
“Fiancé Harry, who is she?” asks Hermione with an ugly frown on her face, “and where did you meet her? And why do you look like that? What did you do to yourself?”
Harry looks from Neville to Seamus then back to his so-called friends; time to put on the act. “What’s wrong with the way I look, Hermione?”
“You do not look like the Harry I know, you dyed some of your hair blonde and what is with the length and the clothes? I just want our simple looking Harry back.”
“Oh come off it, Hermione,” Seamus jumps in, “did you ever really know Harry? So what if he wants to change the way he looks; it is not up to you to decide how he should look, that is up to him. He does not need your bloody approval.”
“How dare you speak to me like that? I am Harry’s best friend. And besides we have been worried about him after what happened to his family.” She says to Seamus then looks to Harry. “Oh Merlin Harry, we have been trying to find you to tell you what happened to your family.”
“Yeah mate, it was awful.” Ron says to him as he shakes his head.
Ginny reaches and places her hand over the Harry’s hand resting on the table. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m sure Dumbledore will tell you what happened. By the stunned look on your face, you really don’t know.”
Harry moves his hand from where Ginny placed hers. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I was only at the Dursley's for two days. I could not take it anymore; as soon as I walked into their home Uncle Vernon started in on me. I went to my room, it was a good thing he forgot to lock up my things this time because I sent Neville and Seamus a letter asking if I could spend the summer with one of them.” He smiles and turns to his Beta and Enforcer. “Seamus was already spending the summer with Neville; they planned on travelling over the vacation and invited me along. I was finally able to sneak away and made my way to Neville’s home; the next day we started off on our trip.”
“Why didn’t you come to the Burrow, Harry? You know we would have taken care of you. Right, mate?’ Ron asks.
“I was afraid Ron, I thought if Dumbledore knew I ran away from the Dursely’s, he would make me go back and I just wanted to have a little fun for the first time in my life. So what happened to the Dursleys?”
Hermione looks as if she is about to answer when Dumbledore steps up to the podium.
“Greetings everyone, welcome back to our returning students. And to our new students welcome to the beginning of an excellent adventure.” The students in the Great Hall clap. At this point Harry blocks out the old fool and the sorting hat to watch his so-called friends. Before Harry found out about their betrayal, Harry thought himself lucky to have such devoted people on his side. Who would have thought that somewhere along the line they planned on betraying him, drugging and stealing from him? And worst of all, they killed the man who was like a father to him. It’s petty yes, to be angry that his so-called friends stole money from him when he has so much. Or that even though Harry told Ginny over and over they would never be nothing more than friends, she continues to try and seduce him by drugging him. Hermione’s the ringleader, Ron the muscle and Ginny the slut. Whatever Dumbledore promised them to make all three betray me better be worth it, thinks Harry.
Dumbledore finishes his speech then makes his way back over to the head table and sits down between Snape and McGonagall and whispers something into McGonagall’s ear, she then looks directly at Harry, her eyes widening, no doubting taking in his new appearance. Harry, not deterred, stares right back at them as if to say I am not who you expect me to be anymore. He knows it is foolish to make such a challenge so early in the year but he cannot help but flex his muscles just a bit.
“Harry, are you listening to me?” Hermione says, getting his attention.
“What is it now woman?” He says in exasperation. Has she always been this annoying? Harry thinks to himself.
“I said” Hermione continues, “that after the feast you should go directly to Professor Dumbledore's office and speak with him about what happened to your family.”
“Ok Hermione I will, but can’t you at least tell me what happened?” He asks as he tries to put sadness and worry in his voice.
“No mate, you should talk to him. You might want to tell him about this fiance also. You know how concerned he gets when it comes to you.” Ron tells him.
“Can you tell us where you met your fiancé, Harry?” Ginny asks him, she turns to Seamus and Neville. “Did you meet this fiancé?”
“Yes, we met him.” They say together.
“It is so sickening the way they are all over each other.” Neville says with a shudder, thinking of the time he walked into Harry’s office, catching him and Markus in a kissing frenzy.
“Harry has him wrapped around his little finger. There is nothing Markus would not do for Harry.”
A smile graces Harry’s lips when the realization hits the other three that Neville and Seamus said him.
“You are engaged to a man, mate? I didn’t know you were gay.” Ron asks, while shoveling food in his mouth.
I guess he missed the part when Neville said handsome fiancé, Merlin what a knob. Harry has to turn away from Ron because as always, he speaks with gobs of food in his mouth. How disgusting!
“Harry, I always thought you and Ginny would get married one day, like Ron and I will.” Hermione tells them. Then she turns to Ron, “Ronald, please chew with your mouth closed.”
Ginny is quiet the whole time. “I’m sorry guys, I realized a couple of years ago that I prefer guys to girls. And meeting Markus this summer solidified it.” Harry continues on as he ignores Ginny’s sad expression. “ Besides Ginny, I’ve told you over and over again that I see you as nothing more than a friend, better yet a sister of sorts. I can honestly say it was love at first sight with Markus.”
“I’d say,” Neville says with a chuckle. “We practically moved into his Manor the following week.”
“At least he did not bat an eye when I told him you, Luna and Seamus are in a triad relationship.”
“WHAT!” yells Hermione, Ron and for the first time since finding out Harry is gay, Ginny. The whole Gryffindor table is quiet and thus the rest of the Great Hall, after hearing the idiots yell.
“Ne-” Ron points to Neville, “and Sea-” Ron then turns to look at the Ravenclaw table to see Luna happy eating her dinner as if did not hear his yelling.
Annoyance shows in Seamus voice when he responds, “Yes Ron, I am in a triad with Neville and Luna. Is that a fucking problem?”
Ron must have seen something dangerous in Seamus’s eyes because whatever scathing remarks he might have had, he does not voice them.
“Well, I find it sick and disgusting, and I for one will not stand by and let you tarnish yourself by marrying a man. And as for you Seamus, I forbid you to continue this relationship with Luna and Neville. Think of how you were brought up.” Hermione snaps at them.
Harry would like to say he did not see this coming; it is one of the reasons why he did not tell them he is gay. “Hermione, if it has not escaped your notice. We are not governed by the church or muggle standards. We live in the Wizarding world where it is acceptable for two, three or dare I say it four people, to be in a relationship. The last I checked, the Ministry has declared neither polygamy nor homosexuality a criminal offense. I have hidden who I really am for far too long and I will do it no longer. Who Seamus, Neville, and I fuck in the privacy of our bedroom is none of your business. So if this is a choice between staying in the closet as the muggles say and our friendship, you. Will. All. Lose.” He yells at her loud enough to silence the already quiet Great Hall then gets up from his seat and walks out without looking back.
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“What do you think happened over there?” Blaise asks Draco.
“Nothing good, that’s for sure.”
“Let’s hope he does not take it out on us when he sees us later.” Draco says, “It’s hard to reconcile the Harry Potter we knew for the last six years with the Potter we saw these past couple of weeks.”
Blaise nods his head, he and Draco do not have to worry about others listening to their conversation. Being from dark families, especially families close to the Dark Lord, the art of protecting one’s conversation is very important, Lucius taught Draco a bubble charm that hides their conversation from others, who in turn taught Blaise. “This is already starting out to be a very interesting year.” Blaise comments.
“I agree,” says Draco.
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After leaving the Great Hall in a huff, Harry decides to head back to the Gryffindor common room. Harry can see that his words hurt Hermione; he knows that Hermione is angry that she has no say in how the Wizarding government is run. Maybe that is what Dumbledore promised her. As the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamout, Dumbledore can influence other members to vote his way. Dumbledore will not be in that position for very long, the time to start the process of taking away Dumbledore’s power little by little has come. If he promised that bint Hermione that he will change laws to keep her in his favor and doing what he says then that could be a big incentive for her to betray me. What could he have promised Ron and Ginny? I wonder if they know he is their father? That was shocking news for me, and the others to discover when he watched the recording the twins brought back showing Molly and Dumbledore talking about their plans.
Harry decides to have a house elf bring him some dinner once he gets to the Gryffindor Common room. He eats there when Fawkes suddenly appears on his shoulder with a note in her beak. “Hello girl.” He greets her, taking the note. The old goat wants to see him already; very well let the games begin. Harry turns toward his destination, making his way to the Headmaster’s office. When he gets there he says the password and the gargoyle lets him in. Harry masks his features and guards his mind just in case the Headmaster tries to read his mind. During their time together, Tom helped Harry master the art of Occlumency and Legilimency by showing him ways to lock his thoughts and memories into a trunk, then sealing the trunk behind a brick wall that can only be penetrated by knowing the sequence. If by chance someone does get behind his wall the trunk is protected by parseltongue. Considering that Tom and Harry are the only two who can speak to snakes, Dumbledore or any others that try have no chance in hell in seeing anything that Harry doesn’t want them to see.
To be safe, Harry leaves only memories of him and his uncle fighting at the beginning of the summer and Harry getting his trunk and leaving it there, never looking back. Harry expects to see the Headmaster sitting at his desk once he enters the office. Harry looks around and noticed that even the paintings are not moving. Something is not right, what does the old goat have planned? For some strange reason Harry has the feeling that other than his snake and the paintings he is not alone. A niggling feeling tells Harry to turn around, standing in a low lit corner of his office is Dumbledore with his wand drawn as if he is about to send a spell at Harry while his back is turned. Playing dumb, Harry keeps his features masked to hide his suspicions about what the Headmaster had planned to do.
“Oh hello Professor, I did not see you there.”
Dumblefuck takes a second to respond, his wand still in his hand, pointing in Harry’s direction. “Harry, my boy, I did not recognize you. Did you do something different this summer?” Dumbledore asks him. Harry blushes to cover his anger that the old goat was actually planning to do something to him, evident by the wand still in his hand, pointing in Harry’s direction.
“Umm, yes I wanted to change my look just a bit, so I bought a bottle of wizard permanent hair dye and tried something new. Do you like it?”
Dumbledore clears his throat, putting his wand away, “To be young again, my boy.” Then he cocks his head to the side as if assessing Harry for the first time. “Why blond?”
Harry shrugs his shoulder, “Nothing really, it was the only color I thought of that would suit my personality. According to the muggles, blonds have more fun and I intend to have loads of fun this year.” Harry makes sure his tone comes off playful and innocent. No need to give Dumblefuck any ideas.
Dumbledore chuckles as he moves to his desk, “How right you are, my boy. But remember Harry, you must stay focused on your training in order to battle against Voldemort this year.”
Harry nods his head in agreement, “Ok Professor, I won’t get behind.”
Dumbledore’s face becomes serious, he sits in his chair and steeples his fingers. “Harry, why don’t you take a seat while I order some tea.” Harry sits in the chair stationed in front of Dumbledore’s desk. Harry crosses his legs with confidence. Dumbledore orders tea and biscuits, and prepares himself a cup, doing the oddest thing by dropping one of those lemon drops in his tea. Can the man be more addicted to those things? Dumbledore offers Harry some tea and biscuits which he declines. Harry decided during his walk back to the common room that from now on his meals will be prepared by his personal elf. He will have to find a way to employ an elf without the old goat noticing. As much as he likes Dobby, the elf can be a bit nerve-racking at times.
“Harry, I need you to listen to me carefully.” Dumbledore speaks up. “Why did you leave your aunt and uncle’s house this summer?”
Harry wish he could show annoyance at the old goat’s question but that would definitely play his hand. Harry hopes his acting skills are good. Harry looks down at his hands, wringing them in his lap, “Well, see Professor.” He says then looks up giving his best puppy dog eyes. “I could not take it anymore. I know I did wrong by leaving and not telling you or the Weasleys. But my uncle was just so unbearable.” He lets tears well in his eyes and sees the look on Dumbledore's face; the fool is starting to believe him. Harry lips start to tremble, “As soon as we walked into the house, they started in on me, Professor. I know you don’t believe me about them locking up my school trunk, but Professor they do. They really hate magic and they really hate me.” Harry lets the anguish in his voice be heard as tears stream down his face. “I could not take it anymore sir, and that is why I left. I left while they were sleeping.” Harry wipes the tears from his eyes but more continue to flow and he looks at Dumbledore. “I’m sorry, Sir but I just wanted to spend a summer away from them, to be a teenager.” Harry takes deep breaths, pretending he is calming himself down, giving Dumbledore time to respond.
“Harry, my boy,” he says with a sigh. “You cannot just run off when things are not pleasing to you. I sent you to your family for your own protection.” For your own manipulations you mean thinks Harry. “With Voldemort on the rise, I was afraid for you, especially with what happened to your family.”
Harry gasps, “Sir, did something happen to them? Hermione and Ron kept mentioning something at the feast but we kind of got into a spat over something?” Harry says sheepishly.
Dumbledore gives Harry a sad look, taking off his moon glasses and resting them on the desk. “Harry, they were murdered.”
“Oh no! How--do you know who did it?” Harry asks getting up from his chair. “I may not have agreed with them or cared for them as much as I care about Sirius and Remus but Professor, they were my only blood family.”
Dumbledore gets up from his desk and walks over to Harry, then pulls him into his arms like a loving grandfather. “We are not sure, Harry I checked with my spy and according to them Voldemort was not the one that did it.”
Harry frees himself from the old goat’s arms hiding a shudder at being touched. “What happened, how did they die, Professor?”
“Harry, they were burned in their home. I am sorry, my boy.”
“Oh Merlin,” Harry wraps his arms around his stomach and stoops down with his head bent, “Do--do you know if they were alive when they died?” He whispers.
Dumbledore clears his throat, “Yes, Harry, they were alive.”
Harry expression changes to shock, “Who would do something so horrible?”
Dumbledore walks over to him, pulls him up, resting his hands on Harry’s shoulders and stares into his eyes. “Someone who is truly evil and without a heart. As much as I was and still am angry that you left their home,” he close his eyes, “I am grateful you weren’t in the home when it happened. I cannot lose you Harry. You are like a grandson to me.” More like your fucking weapon Harry thinks. “I don’t know what would happen if I were to lose you.”
“You are right, Professor, I should not have left but I am glad I did or I would not have met Mark.” Harry lets a wistful smile play over his lips. He does not miss the shocked look on Dumbledore’s face.
“Mark? And who is that, my boy?”
“Lord Markus Thomas Andrino, my fiance.”
“Fiance, Ha--”
Harry moves away from the Headmaster, ignoring his shocked expression. “Have you ever been in love, Professor?” Harry asks, not waiting for an answer. “I met Mark when Nev, Seamus and I went to Italy.” Harry continues moving around the room like a lovesick fool. “I have never traveled before and I overheard Seamus and Neville talking about what they wanted to do this summer. After I left my relatives, I contacted Neville and asked him if I could tag along. He was ok with the idea. It was three days later I met Mark.” Harry stops and looks at Dumbledore, then sighs showing genuine emotion for the first time since entering the room, “Professor, it was love at first sight.” Harry keeps talking about “Markus’s” finer points. His height, eye color, all the things they did over the summer.
“Harry,” Harry hears Dumbledore calls his name but pretends not to hear him.
“Markus is good to me, Professor. He--”
“Harry!” Dumbledore yells. “I am happy that you have found someone Harry, but I am afraid I cannot let you continue with this relationship, my boy. I--”
“Why!” Harry yells.
“Because my dear boy, I cannot have you distracted by whoever this Markus fellow is. How can you be sure he is not a Death Eater sent by Voldemort? Besides Harry, I was not aware you preferred men to women. I thought you and Ms. Weasley planned on marrying.”
“Have I ever asked you or anyone else for anything since I came to this world!” Harry yells, getting angry. “Everything I had was taken from me, my mother, father and Sirius. And now that I have found someone of my own you want to take him away from me!” The windows in Dumbledore’s office begin to shake. Tears stream down his face, “I am a human being Professor, I deserve to have someone for myself. Not someone others believe I should be with. And what do me being gay have to do with anything? One day I will kill the man who took everything away from me and what I do in the privacy of my bedroom will not matter.”
Trying to calm the swirl of his magic that begins to make things in the office shake is not easy. How dare this old fool tell me who I can and cannot see, this is not how I wanted this conversation to go. He planned on telling Dumbledore about his fiance and he knew the old goat would try something but not this. “I respect you Professor and I appreciate all that you have done for me since the death of my parents but this one thing I cannot obey you on.” Harry takes a deep breath, his magic starts to settle, “For the first time in my life, I have a chance of having the one thing I have always wanted: a family, filled with love. I know that with Markus I can have that. Markus sees me, Professor. Not Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lives but just plain Harry.”
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Albus is livid, how dare this little upstart go off and get engaged, to another Lord at that. Albus has never heard of a Lord Markus Thomas Andrino, but he will make sure before the week is out that he has every bit of information there is on the man. I have to get this man away from my weapon, either by killing or paying him off, the man has to go. Harry does not deserve love. What a fool Harry is that he believes this man loves him as just plain Harry. It goes to show just how gullible the little brat is, the first person to show him some affection and he gives his heart away. But this is what I wanted thinks Dumbledore. I wanted him pliable enough so that I can wield him anyway I want. I will ask Kingsley to check the records for exactly who this Lord Markus Thomas Andrino and get him out of Harry’s life. But for now I will play the little game of supporting the brat with this farce of an engagement. “Harry, you are right, my boy. The things we ask of you are many, yet you ask so little in return.”
Dumbledore walks over to Harry, lifts his tear stained face to see into his eyes, using Legilimency to see into his mind. Dumbledore gets in easily. He sees Harry getting off the train and meeting with his oaf of an uncle. It then shifts to them being home and his uncle yelling at him, smacking him in the face. It always gives him pleasure whenever the members of his family abuse Harry. He sees Harry arguing with his uncle, and then later leaving under the cloak of darkness. Harry stays in an hovel away from the Wizarding World contacting Longbottom, all three boys traveling to Spain and meeting his now fiancé. Dumbledore has to admit the man is gorgeous with his brunette hair and sapphire eyes. This Marcus fellow is much older and taller than Harry. It could be the reason why he was able to sway Harry into marrying him. Dumbledore watches the scene all the way up to the proposal.
“Professor, Professor, you seem a bit far away. Is there something you wanted to say?” Harry asks, breaking him from his mind.
“Yes my boy, I wanted to let you know that I will support this engagement after I have met with Lord Andrino. I want to make sure he is not one of Voldemort's lackeys and ensure that he did not ask for your hand in marriage because you are the famous Harry Potter. Your safety is important to me Harry. You are very important and I cannot see you hurt.” That should keep the brat settled for a bit.
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Who did the old goat think he is fooling? Harry can tell Dumblefuck has something up his sleeve; he will definitely keep his eyes open. “ I will send an owl to Mark asking him when he can meet with you Professor but he is a very busy man.”
“Very well, Harry.” Dumbledore says with a tired sigh. “There is more bad news, my boy.”
If he calls me “my boy” one more time, I swear to Merlin I am going to cut his tongue right out of his mouth. Brushing away his anger, there is nothing he can do about it now. The old coot will get his soon enough. Harry pastes on a concerned expression on his face, “What is it Professor, did Voldemort do something while I was away? I tried reading the Prophet but honestly, Sir, I really did not want to be bothered with the war.”
“No Harry, surprisingly Voldemort has been quiet this summer. No, Harry, what I need to tell you is about Remus.”
Harry gasps, “Remus, has something happened to him?”
“You see Harry, I sent him on a mission over the summer and he has not returned. I want you to know because I know you consider Remus your honorary godfather and with Sirius and your relatives gone, he is all you have.”
Harry frowns his brow showing his worry, “Sir, when Remus goes out on a mission, how often does he check in?”
“I am not sure I should be discussing this with you Harry, but I promised you the night Sirius died I would not keep secrets from you.”
“I know Professor and I appreciate it but I need to know if I lost another family member.” Harry sits down, bows his head and slumps his shoulders in defeat before saying. “It seems whenever something good happens to me, something bad follows.” Harry looks back up to Dumbledore, “Find him Professor, Remus is the last real link to my parents. I can’t lose another person I love.”
“Worry not Harry, the Order members and I value Remus just as you do. We are doing everything we can to find him.”
Just as Harry is about to say something Dumbledore’s office door opens and Snape walks in. “Ah, Severus you are just in time.” He says to Snape. Dumbledore then looks at Harry. “Harry, thank you for stopping by, I will let you know if I hear anything on Remus.”
Harry gets up, bowing his head and whispers, “Thank you Professor.” He turns to leave the office and looks right at Severus; both men say nothing to each other. Harry still does not trust Severus, certainly not as much as Tom does. Harry walks out of the office and closes the door just enough so that he can stand in the alcove and hear their conversation. Harry knows Severus has to report certain things to Dumbledore to keep his cover as a spy. However, Tom and Harry told Severus exactly what to say this time around. Just for good measure Harry puts on his cloak so that he cannot be seen.
“Severus, you have been gone since the night of the last Order meeting.”
“It was avoidable, the Dark Lord requested I stay at his Manor. He wanted his followers to meet his Consort.”
Harry hears Dumbledore gasp, “Consort?”
“Yes, and I assure you Albus, he is not to be trifled with. He is very powerful, I dare say he is equal in power to the Dark Lord as if they were destined to be together.”
“Tell me about him Severus, what is his name and where did he come from?”
“His name is Dominic Payne and he hails from Greece. I am not sure how he and the Dark Lord met but he appeared out of nowhere. The night of their engagement was a spectacle; Greyback sensed there was another Alpha wolf in his presence and challenged him. One minute there was a black mamba sitting on the Dark Lord’s throne the next a magnificent timber wolf stood in the middle of the ballroom. Listen to me carefully when I say this Albus, the fight lasted seconds, not minutes or hours. Greyback is no longer the Alpha of his pack and when I left the Manor to return here, he was still in a coma and not expected to live.”
There is nothing but silence; Harry smirks underneath his cloak that should have the old goat shaking in his boots.
“This is not good Severus.” Dumbledore says breaking the silence.
“No, it is not, there is more.” The smirk on Harry’s face vanishes. There should not be any more to tell. Granted, Severus gave away a couple of clues to Dominic’s true identity but he’d more or less followed their instructions. That is until now.
“What more can there be Severus, we have a new threat and he needs to be eliminated, before he and Voldemort get any closer.”
“That is already too late Albus, they are completely besotted with each other. As a courting gift, the Dark Lord gave Dominic or the Dark Consort as we call him, Dolores Umbridge and you’ve see what happened to her.”
Dumbledore gasps again, this is getting good, where is the popcorn when you need it? Thinks Harry.
“Severus, Dolores was unrecognizable. How can one man be so evil? And why Dolores?”
“He was not alone, he had friends to help, they are just as vicious and as ruthless as Dominic is. And as for why Dolores, do you really need to ask Albus? Blood quills being used on students is illegal and should mean time in Azkaban.”
“But how did Voldemort know about that Severus? Besides you, myself and Minerva, the only ones to know are the students she used them on.” There was another bout of silence. “Severus, are you telling me that one of the students is Voldemort’s Consort? That means Dominic Payne is not his real name? This is not good Severus, not good at all. Is this student a Slytherin? As far as I knew Severus, Dolores left all of the Slytherins alone.”
Snape scoffs, “Dominic Payne is as Slytherin as they come Albus, but he was not placed in my house, I am forbidden from giving you his real name, or the house he was sorted into. Revealing what they look like or saying his name would mean my death. You have no idea the terror the Dark Lord will rain down on the light with his Consort at his side, I fear the light is fighting a losing battle.” Severus tells him.
“You have given me more than enough old friend, I will need to keep a close eye on all of the students. I feel you are right my boy, but we cannot give up, we must continue to fight with everything we have.”
Harry does not stay around to hear any more of their conversation, he is livid. Severus was given strict instructions on what to say to Dumbledore, now he has given the old goat clues that Tom’s Consort could be a student. When Harry is through with him tonight, he may not have a tongue left to speak with. He will get the rest of the information from Akaska. During the course of his
conversation with Dumbledore, she slithered from his body and stationed herself somewhere inside the old man's office. She has an innate ability to turn herself invisible, a side effect of Tom changing Nagini’s DNA. When he makes it to the Gryffindor Common Room, Neville and Seamus are the only two there; they are sitting on the sofa, whispering to each other. Not wanting to spoil their tender moment, Harry sneaks by them or so he thinks.
“Hey Harry, where have you been?” Seamus asks him.
“I was speaking with Dumbledore, he wanted to inform me of what happened to my family and to tell me that Remus is missing. But I will tell you about that later, send word to the Draco that we will not meet tonight; there is something I must deal with first. I need you guys to cover for me for a few hours. ”
Knowing they would do anything thing for him, Harry leaves the room without hearing their response. Harry makes his way up to his room, then goes to his trunk. This year he has his own room, so there is no need for him to be quiet for fear of waking someone. He reaches inside his trunk and pulls out a black collar. Harry puts it in his pocket and leaves the room and the Gryffindor Tower. Harry makes his way to the dungeons, knowing his destination is Snape's quarters. The portrait of Salazar Slytherin is guarding the door. {Greetings Lord Slytherin, I seek entrance into Master Snape’s quarters.}
A portrait of Salazar Slytherin hung at the Manor, so Salazar knows exactly who and what Harry is. Bowing his head, Salazar grants Harry permission to enter into Snape’s quarters. Harry takes in his surroundings, Snape must still be with the Headmaster, giving away more of the dark side’s secrets. Figuring he will have to wait a bit more, Harry finally orders something to eat. While he eats, he pulls out his two-way mirror and calls Tom.
{My Lord} Harry greets Tom with a smile.
{My Consort, you are contacting me a bit early, not that I am complaining, any time I get to see your beautiful face is time well spent.} Tom purrs.
Harry blushes at Tom’s words, {Stop making me blush}
{Why? You do it so prettily and it leaves you tongue tied.} Tom says with a smirk.
{One of these days I am going to leave you tongue tied.}
{I welcome the challenge, Baby}
Endearments always make Harry blush and Tom knows it. Harry needs to get to the reason he called. {There is a specific reason I called.}
{And that is?}
Harry goes on to tell Tom about his conversation with Dumbledore. The Dark Lord laughs when he hears how Harry played the old goat like a fiddle. Tom gets angry when Harry tells him about Dumbledore entering his mind during a vulnerable moment to find out what “Markus” looked like. They decide to figure out a way to set up a meeting between the old fool and Markus at a later date. Harry soon gets to the conversation he heard between Severus and Dumbledore and the clues Severus gave away and the most crucial one of all being that the Dark Consort is a student.
{What do you plan to do with our dear spy?”} Asks Tom. {You have questioned his loyalty since we joined together.}
{I plan to make him my slave; he went against our wishes, Tom. His hate for me will be our downfall.}
{You are correct, my Dark Consort. Do as you please. I still feel Severus has some good merits, which is why he remains by my side all these years. Do you know he beg me to spare the life of your mother? And I told him I would. When I offered her a way out she refused, I had no other choice but to kill her.} Tom says in a soft tone.
The death of his parents is something they try not to speak of. {Tom, I told you, I forgive you for that. It was a time of war and my parents chose to fight rather than care for the life of their child. Their priorities was being being heroes to this world and not to me, their child.}
{I know you have said it a thousand times Harry but yet it is one thing I wish I could give back to you.}
They are silent for a few minutes; Harry breaks the silence by calling for the elf to take away his finished meal. That brings to mind his thought about wanting his own elf at school. {Tom, is there a way I can have my own elf here at Hogwarts?}
Harry can see Tom is happy at the change of subject,{You can have your personal elf. However, Dumbledore does not know you have taken over your Lordships, he still believes he is in charge. Why do you want your elf?}
{It occurred to me tonight after revealing that I am gay and have a fiance that the Weasley and Granger chits might try something. They were not happy to hear my news.}
{Very well, I will send Mispy to Longbottom, say that she is on loan to the House of Longbottom but she will be your personal elf.}
{Thank you,} Harry tells him feeling better now that he has expressed his worries concerning his meals.
{Well my Dark Consort, I must be off, there are things I must accomplish before you return at Yule. I expect updates on Severus’s progress.}
{Oh, what is it you need to finish before my return home?} Harry asks with a smile.
{Now if I told you, what would I have to surprise you with?}
{You naked on the bed hard and ready for me to...}
{Harry, you know our agreement, no sex until we are bonded.} Tom says with a strained voice.
Harry feeling a bit brave decides to tease Tom a bit more, {Really Tom, you're so old fashioned.} He says with a pout. {How can you fight it? I don’t, I think about taking your hard cock into my mouth and sucking until you cum in my mouth or on my face. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.}
{You need a spanking for being so naughty.} Tom purrs, Harry can see the red in his eyes, glowing with arousal but his tone remains neutral.
{Oh! Are you going to spank me, Tom? To feel your hands redden my arse. Wouldn’t you love to see your mark on me, my Lord?} Harry says with a moan. Harry moves one of his hands down to his hardening penis, pressing it with the heel of his hand.
{There are many things I want to do to that sexy arse of yours.} Tom tells him with a glint in his eyes as if he knows Harry is trying to hide his hard-on. {Expand the mirror, take off your robe, undo your pants and pull them down to your ankles.} Not surprised by the abrupt commands, Harry gets up to do as he is told. {Now unbutton your shirt, move it to the side, and leave your tie the way it is.} Once again without question, Harry does as Tom tells him. {Yes, just like that, now station the mirror so that I can see you play with yourself and finger your hole for me.}
Harry stations the mirror leaning it on what looked like potion books on the coffee table. Anticipation bubbled inside of Harry; this is something new in their relationship. {I thought you wanted to wait until after marriage?} Harry asks as he sat back down on the couch and slouches down, and spreads his legs as far as they can go.
{I said no penetrative sex before marriage, there are many other things we can do.} Tom leans back in his chair, {now shut up and give me a show by touching that pretty cock of yours.} Harry reaches down slowly and grips his cock, {I can’t wait to take that virgin arse of yours and make it mine.}
Harry is panting who would have ever thought Tom Riddle aka Voldemort had a kinky side. Feeling cheeky, {who says I am a virgin?} Harry says.
Tom sits up in his chair {Tread carefully my Dark Consort.} Tom’s voice goes from soft and seductive to possessive, {No one would dare to touch what belongs to me.} Harry looks at Tom and holds his gaze that goes from cold to heated as he watches Harry slide his hands up and down his hard cock. Harry lets his thumb graze the tip, swiping at the precum and bringing his thumb to his lips, tasting the saltiness of himself.
{It was before we pledged to care for each other.} Harry tells him.
{Who was it?}
{I do not kiss and tell Tom, besides if I told you then you would kill them.}
{Them? More than one?}
Harry needs to change the subject, {Tom, I want to feel you inside of me so bad, stretching me, taking me, opening me up, making me yours and only yours.}
{You are mine; no one else can have you} Tom tells him with a possessive growl. Tom stands up from his chair, his pants are pulled down below his hips, and his shirt is unbuttoned. Tom reaches down and pulls on his perfectly shaped balls, for leverage he leans back onto the office window and continues to instruct Harry on what he wants, {Pull on those pert nipples for me.} Harry lets go of his balls with one hand and pulls on his nipples, hearing a moan coming from the mirror. Harry watches as Tom jerks his cock in the same slow motion as him. His chest feels tight and his breath catches in his throat.
{Suck on your fingers for me, make them nice and wet.} Harry knows what is going to happen next and puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and soaking them with his saliva. {Slowly reach down and insert one finger.} Harry does just as he is instructed. He opens his legs wider, reaching down and fingering his hole before inserting a single finger, groaning at the intrusion and biting his bottom lip at the slight sting of pain. {That’s it, fuck yourself on your finger, pretend it’s me stretching you, while you stroke that beautiful cock for me, Love.}
Harry cannot help the moan that slips from his lips, his hips start to move as well. {Slip another finger inside and search for that little nub.} Sweat beads on Harry’s top lip, he licks them hoping to taste Tom instead. {I want to kiss you so badly, run my tongue all over your sexy little body.} Just as Tom says those words Harry finds his prostate, making him scream out Tom’s name. {That’s it do it again you are so hot. Feel your lips wrapped around my cock.}
{Tom, please.} Harry pants, {don’t stop, your voice drives me crazy.}
{Does it now,} Tom purrs.
{Yessss,} Harry hisses as he finds his prostate. {Want to--need to cum.}
{Not yet Love, do not cum until I tell you to.}
Harry slows his strokes to stop himself from cuming. He opens the eyes he did not even realize he closed to see Tom still standing there in all his glory, his head thrown back, eyes openly staring at Harry. {Do you know how many nights since we got together, I have thought about this, of nothing else but being yours?} Harry says to him. {I can’t hold it back Tom I need to cum!} Harry’s movements become faster, his balls start to tighten up, his hips jerk as the first stream of cum shoots from the tip of his cock, hitting his lower abs. Harry watches with clouded eyes as Tom strokes his cock, moaning, pulling on and squeezing his testicles, never taking his eyes from Harry.
{Talk to me,} Tom pants.
{I want you Tom, I want to feel you buried deep inside of me, stretching me, claiming me, and making me yours.} Harry watches as Tom strokes his cock faster and faster the more he speaks. Harry still has his cock in his hand, stroking it back to life, using his own cum as lubrication. {Feeling your hands on me, leaving your marks for the entire world to see who I belong to.} That did it, Tom cums shouting Harry’s name, Harry follows him and cums for the second time.
Both Harry and Tom are panting, trying to catch their breath, neither wants to move or break the silence between them. Tom opens his eyes and looks right at Harry as he brings his hand to his mouth and licks his cum from his hand, never taking his eyes away. {I think about tasting you, sucking your cock, watching as your emerald eyes glow as I fuck you into the mattress.} Tom tells him.
Harry’s breath hitches, at the thought of Tom doing naughty things and so much more to him. Letting go of his soft penis, Harry casts a cleaning charm on himself then sets his clothes back to rights. {Do you think you can handle me, old man?} Harry says smirking.
Before Tom can answer Harry hears the door to Severus’s quarters opens and closes. Severus does not see Harry sitting there on his couch. Harry is pissed that he and Tom are interrupted, “Crucio!” He yells in Severus direction, sending the man screaming and writhing onto the floor in pain. Harry sets the mirror down so that Tom can see perfectly, then he gets up and walks over to Severus and stands over him. “Hello Severus.” Harry waits for Severus to respond and gets angry when he does not. “Do you know why you are being tortured?”
“I know you are angry Baby but lifting the crucio curse so he can speak just might help.” Lifting the curse, Harry watches as the Potion Master lies shakily on the ground.
“Now Severus, care to tell me why is it you tried to give Dumbledore more information than you were supposed to?” Snape’s eyes widen at Harry’s question. “Emphasizing certain words to give him hints as to who Dominic Payne could be?”
“M--m--My D-d-Dark Co-Consort, I t-told h-him no-nothing” Severus stammers, still trembling from the effects of the curse.
“How dare you lay there and lie to me? Do the words destined, equal in power, and my all time favorite the fact that the Dark Consort is a student, not sorted into my house. And worst of all you interrupted a very intimate moment between our Lord and myself. Shame on you, Severus.”
“My Dark Consort, please under-understand I had to give Dumbledore something tangible or he would question my loyalty.”
Harry kneels down so that he is closer to the man, “And what of your loyalty to us, Severus? Where do you stand with the Dark order?”
Severus takes a few breaths as he tries to regain his speech. “My loyalty has always been with my Lord.”
“Does that include me Severus or just the Dark Lord. Or did you forget Severus that I am also your Lord and Master?”
Severus silence gives Harry the answer he needs. Harry reaches into his pocket and pulls out the collar. “It seems Severus I still have not earned your respect or your loyalty, even after showing what I am capable of. All you see is James Potter’s brat. You judge my actions on a man I have never met.” Harry stops talking, staring at the Potion Master. This man will never be able to see beyond the hate he has for James Potter, there will never be trust between them.
“Severus, I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt concerning your loyalty and trustworthiness. But you continue to let your hate and resentment fester because of what my father and godfather did to you. And in the words of the Headmaster, that’s not good Severus.” Harry leans closer and cards his finger in Severus’s hair. “It’s a wonder you don’t hate our Lord for killing my mother.”
“Don’t you hate him?” Severus asks boldly.
“No, I don’t.” Harry answers him truthfully. Harry helps Severus to sit up properly, leaning against the wall.
“I cannot fathom why you don’t hate the man that took the life of your parents.” Severus says looking into Harry’s face.
“I will tell you what I told our Lord. My parents did not choose me. They chose to stay and fight in a war that cost them their lives and forced me to live never knowing what it is like to have a mother and father. To me, they are a figment of my imagination and nothing more. James and Lily Potter are the heroes of the Wizarding World, not mine.”
Severus continues to stare at Harry as if he is not sure how to take what Harry just said. A throat clearing has Severus looking over Harry’s shoulder. Harry can see his eyes widen at seeing Tom on the other side staring at them. “My Lord,” Severus says as he tries to get up.
“Stay where you are Severus, Harry is not through with you. You can go ahead and say it, Love.”
Harry turns and looks at Tom in confusion, then he remembers then a smile plays on his lips. “I told you so is not something you say to a Dark Lord.” Harry says with his best Draco Malfoy-like haughtiness. Harry turns back to Severus, “I told him to put a mimblewimble jinx on you but he refused to listen.”
“What will you do with me, if you kill me now, Dumbledore will try to find the student who did it,” Severus says still looking at Tom.
“Do you take me for a fool Severus? I’m dark, not stupid.” He says exasperated. “I do not plan on killing you, punishing you, yes. Killing you is not on today’s menu.” Harry says bringing Severus’s eyes back to him. “As sweet as this moment is I cannot let you spill anymore secrets to the light side that could compromise all that Tom and I are working to achieve.” Harry shows Severus the collar then places it around his neck. Harry then says the password in parseltongue. “This collar, Severus, is a reminder of who you belong to. If I were you, I would think very carefully about what you tell the Headmaster while wearing this collar, you might not like the bite it gives.” Harry tells him patting his cheek then gets up, walks over and picks up his mirror.
{Well done, my Dark Consort.}
{I live to serve you, my Lord,} Harry says cheekily.
{Yeah right, brat,} Tom says with a chuckle {I will speak with you later this week. Be safe and take care of yourself, my little troublemaker.}
{You as well, my handsome Lord.} Harry says with a wink.
The mirror goes dark without saying a word Harry leaves Severus’s quarters and makes his way back to the Gryffindor tower for a restful night and the beginning of an eventful year.
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Month Two - October - All Hallows’ Eve-The Burrow
There are a few things Arthur Weasley enjoys in his simple life: a good conversation, muggle technology and spending time with his sons. Arthur’s happiest moments were when he married what he thought was the love of his life and the births of his children. The day Arthur found the out the woman he dedicated his life to was not the woman he thought he married, he had been devastated.
Arthur walks around his home inspecting it for the last time; when he leaves tonight, he will not return. He looks at the pictures on the wall of his happy family. His sons: Bill, Charlie, Percy and the twins. Oh Arthur knows that Ron and Ginny are not his, however, he tried to love them as his. Arthur could not turn a blind eye to his wife’s cheating. The day he figured out she stopped loving him was the day he began to plot her death. Arthur tried to map out a happy life and a happy family but there has been a black cloud on the Weasley family since the day Alexander Weasley raped Cassieponia Malfoy. For years, the Weasley family has tried to remove that cloud, marrying into the Prewett family only made it worse, but Arthur wanted to marry for love and not Galleons.
I should have known better in the beginning, marrying into a family with more blood on their hands than even Voldemort. It was not one of my better ideas. But it was love at first sight or so he thought. After Alexander’s crimes, the Weasley family lost all of their riches and title to the Malfoy family; the only thing they were able to keep claim of was their voting seat on the Wizengamout because of
was their voting seat on the Wizengamout because of their pure blood status. Abarax Malfoy was ruthless in claiming revenge for the wrong that was done to his daughter and by rights he should have been.
His suspicions had been raised a couple years ago when Arthur first noticed that something was wrong with him; the vomiting and headaches were unmistakable clues. In the beginning, Arthur attributed it to Nagini, thinking that he was not completely healed from her bite.
How could she? He did the best he could, worked hard and provided for his family with the little he had, pushed himself to get ahead at the Ministry. His sons tried to tell him that she was no good but he attributed it on their hate for her. She was not a good mother to them, Arthur admits to himself. She treated them as if they were pariahs and nothing more. She belittled the twins for wanting to map out a life for themselves, scorned Charlie and Bill for their success and the fact that they prefer men to women. What kind of mother would do the things Molly did to his boys? Arthur was ashamed of himself, he knew nothing of the abuse; the mental, physical or emotional neglect and abuse his boys experienced at the hands of the woman who gave birth to them. Tonight her death will be for them, not for him. Percy is the only one of his sons she is able to tolerate.
Arthur will admit that their lives have not been easy; they are no longer counted as one of the richest families in the Wizarding World. How naive of me to think that their lives were rich with love instead of gold. Our whole life together and marriage was nothing but lies. The Weasley family’s name at one point was mud. After joining the Order of Phoenix, Dumbledore swayed him with his words of the greater good bullshit, only to find him fucking his wife a few years later. To this day, Molly and Albus have no clue that Arthur knows of their affair. Arthur kept that knowledge to himself as he watched them over the years. Many would assume that Ron and Ginny are his children, for why would anyone suspect otherwise? The only thing connecting the two bastard children to him is the color of their hair. The charms that Molly and Albus placed on Ron and Ginny help them pass as his children. He and Ron may have the same blue eyes but if people looked closely they would see that they are the exact same light blue as Dumbledore’s. Ginny got her bright brown eyes from Molly. Arthur knows Ron and Ginny are nothing but trouble; their misdeeds will once again bring down the name of Weasley.
Molly is the worst of them all, encouraging her children to steal and manipulate Harry into marry Ginny, with the plan to kill the poor boy in the end and all for what? Fame, money, and prestige? All those things that will be their death. Dumbledore is not the man or leader he paints himself to be to the Wizarding world. Before he dies Arthur hopes he can bring that old goat down but first he needs to get rid of his wife. How fitting I chose Halloween to kill the conniving, manipulative bitch. Arthur continues to look through his home, many criticized him for his love of muggles and their inventions but tonight as he walks around his home, he thanks Merlin for them. On his hands are clear latex gloves, to hide any evidence of what he is about to do. Arthur walks into the kitchen and sits at the table in the dark and waits for his cheating, deceitful wife. Arthur knows exactly where she is at the moment: in the arms of her lover. As much as he has tried, Arthur cannot burn the image out of his head of Dumbledore and his wife together. It is not a secret that Dumbledore also entertains men in his bed, after all he and Gellert Grindelwald were once lovers before Dumbledore sent him to prison.
Arthur pulls out the wand he bought a month ago after Ron and Ginny went back to Hogwarts and twirls it between his gloved fingers. Thinking of the perfect spells to use, Arthur knows that the moment Molly figures out what is about to happen she’ll try to apparate out. He will need to put up an anti-disapparating jinx so that she will not be able to escape, don’t want her running to her lover. Arthur also makes sure during his walk around that all the doors are locked, so that not even an alohomora charm will open them up. Many believe Arthur to be an idiot, no one would think a simple man like him would do what he is about to do, which is kill his wife and get away with it. Arthur does not have to wait long for Molly to come home. Ten minutes after he sat down at the kitchen table, Arthur feels the wards accept her home. Let the games begin. Thinks Arthur.
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-Hogwarts a few hours Earlier-
Molly Weasley, matriarch of the now famed light Weasley clan, infamous for taking in the Boy Who Lives. Molly thought it was a genius on Albus’s part to have her children befriend Harry when he was most vulnerable. It was only by luck that Hermione Granger came along; she fits in so well into their little family. Hermione will make a perfect wife for Ron, her brilliance reminds me of myself when I was her age. Hermione will make an excellent Minister. In the beginning, Molly feared for the life of her son and daughter when they became friends with Harry. First, it was Ron in his first year and then Ginny when she started Hogwarts. Molly knows that the Weasley family owes a life debt to that brat Harry Potter for saving Ginny’s life but in her mind that has already been paid. The amount of time Harry has endangered Ron, Hermione and Ginny’s lives took care of that debt, whether the boy knows it or not.
Molly sighs at the thought of going back to the Burrow, a place she has never considered to be home. Home to that hovel and to a man she has never loved. Molly will admit she liked Arthur when they first got together. Why she let her parents talk her into seducing and marrying such a weak-minded fool she will never know. Molly thinks back to when her and Arthur were students at Hogwarts. Arthur was handsome, had ambition to bring power, money and prestige back to the Weasley name. Power can be a dangerous aphrodisiac, which is what drew Molly to Arthur. Along the way, his ambition turned to laziness and self-loathing. Molly turns to look at the man lying beside her. The one with the real power, who can make men bend to his, will with just his words. Albus Dumbledore. Yes he is old, and yes, his body is not as young as it used be but he completes her in many ways. For the first time in her life, Molly is in love. He gave her two beautiful children she adores. Yes, she knows that he has been with men, but she has also been with women; gender was never an issue to Molly when it comes to bed partners.
When Molly found out she was carrying Albus’s first born son and then his daughter, it was the happiest moments of her life. Sadly she had to pass both of her treasured children off as Arthur’s children. She cannot wait for the day when she can tell the world that Albus is the true father of Ron and Ginny. Quietly, Molly slips from the bed, it is time for her to return to a life she does not considers hers, to a man she thought of as nothing more than a pawn on a chessboard. How much longer must I wait to be with the one I love? The answer is she cannot, which is the reason Molly took the initiative to make her dreams come true. A couple of years ago, Molly started slipping a slow acting poison into Arthur’s nightly tea. Molly knows of his vomiting and most assuredly, his headaches. Molly doubts he suspects that she is the one causing them that she is trying to kill him. Arthur is such an idiot; he probably thinks he is still experiencing symptoms of Nagini’s bite. The fact that Arthur hates going to healers also works in my favor.
Molly walks into the closet Albus had specially designed just for her, looking at all the marvelous dresses and robes made from rich fabrics. As the school’s Headmaster, Albus has privilege to remodel parts of his quarters to accommodate his family. Ron and Ginny’s room is all made up for them. One day I will be able to wear these beautiful robe and escort Albus to important parties, living the life I was born to live. Ron and Ginny will be able to sit at their father’s side and they will be one big happy family. Molly stops in front of a mirror and stares at herself, she looks old and haggard. Her hair is brittled and her skin dry from lack of proper moisturizing. Molly does not look like the young, slender and sexy woman that used to have both men and women begging to have just a sniff of her knickers.
This is not how Molly envisioned her life. As noble as her family once was, they were truly nothing but thieves and murderers, especially the women in her family. One of Molly’s many greats aunt, Aunt Matilda was her name, wrote the book on being a black widow. Matilda married men only for their money, building a massive fortune, killing them after a year of marriage. A total of twelve husbands died at her hand. It was Matilda's thirteenth husband Mason that took her life when he caught her in bed with his brother Roderick. The money she earned from the other marriages went to Roderick leaving the Prewett even more broke than even the Weasley’s put together. Many believed that Matilda and Roderick schemed to kill Mason together but it all fell apart when they were caught in the midst of their affair.
Molly sighs; there is nothing she can do about her life right now but wait for Arthur to die. Fixing up herself the best way that she can, Molly makes her way out of the closet, walks over to Albus and kiss him on the forehead then caresses his cheek tenderly. “One day my love, I won’t have to leave.” She tells the sleeping man. She goes to the floo and leaves entering the Leaky Cauldron. She has a few things pick up before returning home, it is time to speed of Arthur's death.
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-Weasley Burrow Present Time-
Arthur sits in the dark patiently watching as his wife enters the kitchen, the sight of her makes him literally sick. It seems as if it was a lifetime ago that he would call Molly sexy, those were the days she held his attention, both in and out of bed. The last time they were intimate with each other was before Percy was born, he does not even remember being intimate with her when she got pregnant with Ron and then with Ginny. After he discovered her in bed with Dumbledore, all he sees now is a woman without morals and truly disgusting. Arthur whispers the anti-disapparating jinx to make sure she cannot leave. “Hello Mollywobbles,” he says breaking the silence in the quiet, dark room.
“Ahhha!” Molly screams turning around, dropping whatever items she had in her hands, only to see Arthur sitting at the kitchen table. “Arthur, what are you doing home? I thought you had to work late dear.”
“That is what I wanted you to think Mollywobbles, I wanted to come home and surprise you.” He explains. “It has been a while since we spent time together alone as man and wife, I thought I would surprise you.”
Molly smiles at Arthur and he can tell it is a strained one, “Well isn’t that sweet dear but you did not have to do that.”
“No Molly, I wanted to, I realize that now all the children are out of the house, it is time for us to reconnect as husband and wife.” He explains to her, getting up from the table. He puts his hand behind his back, hiding his gloved hands as he walks over to her and stands in front of her. He bends his head and sniffs her neck, wrinkling his nose. She didn’t even have the decency to wash the scent of sex from her body. “How was your day Mollywobbles?” he whispers in her ear before stepping away to look in her face.
“It was like any other day Arthur, nothing unusual happened today.” Replies Molly.
Arthur smiles, “So you didn’t see anyone special today?”
“What’s with all the questions Arthur?”
“What, can’t a man be interested in the things his wife does with her day?”
Molly says nothing but stares at Arthur, something is off with him tonight but I cannot figure out what it is. “Then to answer your question, no Arthur, I did not see anyone special today.”
Arthur tsked, and shakes his head. “You used to do better at hiding it, Mollywobbles.”
Molly sighs, crossing her arms across her ample bosoms, taking a defensive stance. “What in Morgana's name are you talking about, Arthur? I do not have time to play twenty questions, not unless you don’t want to eat tonight.”
“Alright Molly, I will tell you.” Arthur leans in closer to whisper in her ear, “You used to do a better job hiding the fact you have been with him.” He tells her then pulls back to see her reaction.
Shock registered in her eyes for a quick second then they turn back to normal. “With who Arthur dear? I do not know what you are talking about.” She asks moving away from him.
“Your lover!” He yells, before she can respond Arthur uses the accio charm, summoning her wand, breaking it in half, and then he casts a petrificus totalus and watches as her body falls to the floor with a thud. The back of her head bounces off the floor Arthur can see that it is starting to bleed right away as evident by the blood on the floor. Arthur supposes he should feel a bit of sorrow or pity for what he is about to do but he feels nothing. Arthur walks over to Molly, picks her up and sits her in a chair, tying her down with ropes he pulls from his pockets. Burning the ends for good measure. Molly sits still unable to move, which is just what Arthur wants for now. “Did you think I did not know that you and that old goat are fucking?” He shakes his head at her. “I’m not as dumb as you think I am, Mollywobbles.”
Arthur watches Molly try to fight off the petrificus totalus made plain by the little twitches of her body but he is not worried that she will be able to retaliate, not without her wand. “Do you know how long I have wanted to do this? To not hear you nattering on and on about this or that? Silence is golden, they say.” Arthur gloats. “It is a crying shame I need answers.” He continues on.
Molly watches Arthur with fear in her eyes. The charm now leaves her body, giving way for her to struggle in the chair she is tied to. Molly is struggling so much that she and the chair fall to the ground. Arthur shakes his head at her stupidity, “Did you forget that you put unbreakable charms on the furniture to protect them from the boys’ scuffles?” he asks her rhetorically.
He bends down to pick her and the chair up but is caught off guard when she rears her head back and smashes it into his face sending him reeling back. Blood pours from his nose, only Arthur’s quick thinking has him catching it before it lands on the floor and leaves evidence of his presence. “You just made the wrong fucking choice, Mollywobbles.” He tells her as he wipes his gloved hands with a handkerchief then puts it back into his pocket.
“Don’t fucking call me that!” Molly yells still on the floor. “I hate every single time you call me that name.”
Arthur walks over to Molly, grabbing her by the hair roughly and pulls her and the chair up at the same time. “Why do you think I call you that?” He screams at her.
Molly screams at the rough treatment, never before has she seen this side of Arthur, where has he hidden this side of himself?
“Now let’s get back to it, shall we? I have thought of the best way to kill you over the years but tonight I think I will just go with what feels good.” Arthur can see shock radiating in her eyes. “Do you want to know how disgusted I am with you? I will admit I loved you in the beginning, I tried Molly I did.” Arthur takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, also wiping off a spot of blood from it. “We might not have lived rich but I thought we loved each other.”
His words only serve to make Molly laugh, “Love, love.” she says in between laughs. Then she gets serious and looks Arthur in the face. “I never loved you. You are the weakest man I have ever met. In the beginning I saw potential in you, you are fairly decent in bed. I saw you as someone I could mold but then you got lazy, and doted on your sons.” She sneers at him.
“So you are jealous of our boys?”
“Those are no boys of mine,” She yells at him, spittle flying from her mouth. Barely parting her lips, she gives a devious smile. “Do you know Arthur, that Bill is not your first born?” Molly’s smile widens, “I killed the first one, I thought about killing Bill but you found out before I...”
Whatever Molly is about to say she does not get to finish, the only sound is Arthur slapping Molly across the face, splitting her lips and drawing blood. Molly smiles as if she is not in pain and spits in his face,“Did that make you feel like a man, Arthur? I told you before and I will say it again, you are weak!”
Anger boils inside Arthur, her words get to him. Arthur acts without thinking; reaching over the table and grabbing her by the throat tightly, ready to squeeze the life out of her. “Go ahead, do it. Kill me, I am not afraid to die and I am certainly not afraid of you.” She spits. Arthur can’t help himself; he squeezes just a little bit tighter, making it harder for her to breath. Molly starts to struggle for breath, Arthur savors seeing her in pain.
“You killed my child.” He growls in her face. “Was that the only one?”
Letting go just a bit so that she can answer, “Yes, after Bill then came Charlie.” She tells him truthfully. “The twins were a shock and I was too far along when we both realized. If you remember we took Charlie to St. Mungo at your instance when he had a bad case of dragon pox, I was ready for him to die but I fainted which is how we found out I was pregnant with the twins.”
“Thank Merlin for medical intervention or deity knows what you would have done had we not found out together.” Arthur says releasing her roughly, not caring if she falls to the floor or not, then sits back down.
“I would have found a way to get rid of your spawns!”
Arthur moves to grab Molly by the throat once more but stops himself it’s too soon. If he touches her once more, he knows he will kill her for sure this time. Arthur wants to savor the moment he takes her life. “What about Percy?” He says instead. “Percy seems to be the only one of my children you can tolerate.”
“I was happy when I got pregnant with Percy because I thought he was Albus’s. It was not until after he was born that I realized he was yours. But during my pregnancy, I came to love the child because I still saw him as the son of the man I loved. Which is why I turned him against you.” Molly tells him vindictively. Molly has a smile on her face that does not bode well for Arthur with her next response. “I bet it burns you that you he can’t stand to be in the same room with you. I made sure Percy hates your guts.”
“You are right Molly, it really hurts that Percy doesn’t hide just how little he cares for me.” Arthur responds in a quiet voice. “But that was because of you!” He yells. “I’m not delusional enough to think that once you are gone he will come to love me.” The pain he feels at that fact that Molly succeeded in turning one of his sons against him hurts more than he can say. But there is nothing he can do about it but continue to love his son, whether or not it is returned. Arthur feels like a failure as a father, he let his sons down by staying with Molly. They kept their abuse at Molly’s hand from him, telling him only when they were adults. Being a father means a lot to Arthur, watching his sons take his name and becoming the men they are meant to be. It hurts Arthur to know his sons turned their back on him, choosing another as family. “Did you feel it Molly?”
Molly tries to pretend that she does not understand what Arthur is talking about but recognition registers in her eyes. “I do not know what you are referring to, you idiot.” She seethes.
Arthur slaps her harder in her face than he did earlier, then he reaches across the table, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face into the table. Not caring about her screams and whimpers, Arthur bends down to whisper in her ear, “Did you feel the same blinding pain as if your blood was being ripped out of your body? The pain of having your flesh and blood rejects you, feeling that your own sons are no longer yours. Did you hurt the same way I did at knowing that our sons have a new family?” Arthur pushes her head down further into the wooden table. “But I guess with how much you hate them, you could care less.”
Tears welled in Arthur’s eyes, he remembers that night so clearly as if it was yesterday he closes his eyes remembering the loss. I was in my study reading the daily Prophet and it felt as if my blood was trying to burn through my skin. My head ached, I quickly grabbed my chest, and it felt as if it is about to break into pieces. I fell to the floor holding my chest, crying out in pain and a terrible sense of loss overcame me. And that was when I knew my sons were no longer mine to claim, I lost my family.
Laughter breaks through Arthur’s thoughts. Arthur blinks his eyes open and looks down to see Molly laughing. “Aww poor little pathetic Arthur,” she jeers between chuckles. “He’s lost his sheep and don’t know where to find them.” Molly taunts continue as Arthur’s anger turns to blinding rage. He lifts her head from the table and slams it down again harder, two or three times, only seeing red. That stops her laughter and she begins to scream, blood splatters onto his hands and clothes but he does not care. Arthur lifts her up up once more; ready to slam it down again when she speaks through pants, trying to draw enough breath in. “Want to know a secret Arthur?” That gets his attention. Arthur looks down at her face to see it red and swollen, blood covering it.
“This better be good.”
“I didn’t think you had it in you. I always thought of you as a weak, spineless man. But you’ve proven me wrong, Arthur dear.” Then she smiled at him, when she does her teeth are bloody and some drips from her mouth. “Maybe if you showed this to me earlier, I would have loved you or at least tolerated you more.” That makes her chuckle.
“What is the secret?” He asks her impatiently.
“Before I tell you.” she begins to cough, “Answer me this, when did you realize Ron and Ginny were not yours?”
Arthur smiles for the first time since this all began, “It was the little things here and there, for a while I was not sure. I knew for sure that last time we fucked was before Percy was born.”
“That was a pity fuck.” Molly tells him snidely.
Arthur ignores her comment and continues on, “What gave it away was you, my dear. I overheard you telling Albus just how much you wished you could tell the world that Ron and Ginny were his.”
“What’s going to happen to my babies?”
“Rest assured Molly, they will be taken care of.” Arthur tells her, being vague with his answer.
But she knows. They will never live to see their eighteenth birthday. She thinks to herself. Nor will there be grandchildren to carry on her and Albus’s bloodlines. I’m dying, my breathing is getting shorter and my head aches, it is a wonder I am still alive. Arthur really surprised me, never in all the years we’ve been together have I seen this much anger and rage coming from him. What a turn on, if he had shown me this side of himself, our relationship might of worked out better. Arthur’s passiveness is why I turned to Albus. His dominating personality attracted me to him. I am going to die here tonight and I will not get a chance to tell Albus I love him once more or be able to hold my son and daughter one last time. I’ve wasted too much of my life with a man I never loved. Ginny should not have to do the same.
“The prophecy is fake.” She tells him and begins to laugh. If I am going to die now I will have the last laugh and the last word.
“What prophecy?” Arthur yells over Molly’s laughter.
“You are all going to die, and die for NOTHING!”
Arthur grabs Molly by the throat squeezing and screaming in her face. “Tell me, what are you talking about?!” Arthur keeps throwing questions after question, not realizing that he is squeezing too hard until there is no more laughter and only he is speaking. Molly’s dead, he has killed her. Arthur is panting, exhausted from what he’d done but more intrigued by what Molly said. Arthur let’s go of Molly and watches as her head falls forward. He stares down at her expecting to feel something, remorse or even regret but he feels nothing. He walks over to the fireplace, takes out his new wand starts the fire then strips off his clothes and gloves. With a quick cleaning spell, he cleans off the blood and sweat from his body. There he stands naked in his kitchen.
Arthur throws his clothing into the fireplace and watches them burn until there is no trace. He then walks around the kitchen, erasing any trace of he was there, and casting a few dark spells, breaking furniture and objects to show signs of a struggle. Walking outside naked, Arthur uses his new wand and tinkers with the wards to make it look as if someone else broke through them. Once that is done, Arthur walks back into the house then transfigures a new set of clothing, an exact replica of the ones he had burned. Wasting no time, Arthur goes to his bedroom unlocking all the doors as he goes then hides the wand under a loose floorboard beneath his bed. No one but him knows it is there.
Arthur makes his way back down stairs, taking one last look at Molly before forcing tears to leak out of his eyes. He walks over to her, uses his wand and unties her, catching her body before she hits the floor. Arthur has to make sure just the right amount of contact is made, so blood would be placed in the right spots. It is the reason he changed his clothes, blood spatter would show force, revealing him as the attacker as opposed to the one trying to help her. Placing her on the floor, Arthur uses his wand and casts a few rennervates, pretending to revive her in case his wand is checked. Remembering Molly’s broken wand, he then takes the pieces and throws them in two different sections of the kitchen. Throughout all of this, Arthur continues to force tears down his cheeks. Arthur looks around at the dismantled room and is happy with what he sees and makes his call. He sticks his head into the fireplace. “Department of Ministry, Auror department.” He yells. When their first person appears, Arthur wastes no time putting on his act.
“HELP! Someone help me!”
“What has happened?” The person asks.
“Molly, my Molly is dead!” Arthur cries out.
“Oh Merlin!” the voice says in shock.
“Please, you have to help me,” Arthur continues crying in distress.
“I will notify the Aurors at once. Keep the floo open.”
Arthur nods his head, “Hurry.” Arthur sags against the fireplace and continues to cry. Then an idea pops into head. Arthur walks over to Molly’s body, sits down beside her then pulls her head into his lap. It will look good for when the Aurors come in, they will see how much I loved her, even in death. No sooner than the thought comes into his mind, does the fireplace flare and Kingsley and Tonks walk in.
“Oh Merlin, Molly!” yells Tonks. “Arthur, what happened?” she asks as she and Kingsley walk over to him.
“I-I-I doesn’t know. I came home and I saw the kitchen like this. I called out for her and when she did not answer, I got worried. When I looked around, I found her like this.” Arthur tells them through stammered sentences. Tonks has tears in her eyes as she listens to Arthur speak.
“I’m sorry Arthur, I’m so sorry,” Tonks tells him, crying along with him.
“Did you see or hear anything?” Kingsley asks him.
Arthur shakes his head no, looking down at Molly with tears streaming from his eyes, falling onto her face. “When I saw her, I tried to revive her but she didn’t respond.” He looks up at Kingsley. “You have to find out who did this. Who would want to hurt my Mollywobbles? She was so kind, not a mean bone in her body.”
Kingsley bends down to look Arthur in his face. “We will my friend, and when we do, I will make them pay.”
Arthur nods his head, and then uses his bloody hands to wipe his face. Taking a deep breath, Arthur says, “I need to tell the children, they need to know that their mother is dead.” He tells them and begins to cry once more.
“I-” Before Kingsley can finish his sentence, the fireplace comes to life again. Dumbledore walks in as if he owns the place.
“Arthur, I just heard. I’m sorry.” He says. “Do you know what happened, do you know who did this?” Dumbledore says firing off question after question.
“No, I-I- found her here on the kitchen floor.” He tells Dumbledore. The whole time all Arthur can think about is killing the old goat.
“What a shame and a tragedy. How long ago did you find her?” Dumbledore asks as he looks around the kitchen, casting spell after spell. For some reason, Arthur feels as if Dumbledore suspects that he is the one that killed her.
“I found her just a few minutes before I called the Aurors.” Placing Molly’s head down gently and with care, Arthur gets up then walks over to Dumbledore. “Albus, how did you know what happened so quickly? I haven’t even got a chance to inform the children as of yet.”
“I was at the Ministry, dear boy, about to attend a meeting with the Minister when a Ministry worker came running to tell me that Molly was killed.” Dumbledore says. Arthur looks away from the old goat, just now realizing that Kingsley and Tonks are no longer in the kitchen, they must be outside checking the wards.
Arthur starts to cry once more, “My Molly, Oh Merlin no, this cannot be happening.” Arthur wraps his arms around his stomach and falls to his knees. “What am I going to do? She is the love of my life, Albus.”
“We will help you get through this old friend,” Dumbledore tells him resting a hand on his shoulder. Arthur’s instincts are to flinch at the man’s touch but holds his body still.
“Why would anyone want to hurt Molly?” Arthur moans laying his body down next to Molly’s looking into her dead brown eyes. If only he could laugh right now in her face but that would give away his secret. Arthur reaches up and caress Molly’s hair lovingly, pretending to ignore everything around him. Arthur listens as Dumbledore cast spell after spell, obviously trying to find something. A magical parchment appears before Dumbledore’s eyes. Arthur watches as Dumbledore takes his wand from his hands and cast a diagnostic spell on his wand.
Arthur watches from his position beside Molly, as droplets of tears fall from Dumbledore’s eyes. Who would have thought the old goat actually cared for for her?
Dumbledore wipes his eyes and continues to inspect the report on Arthur’s wand. Something must have caught Dumbledore's eyes because he looks away from the report then turns to Arthur, “Arthur, not that I genuinely suspect you but where exactly were you when Molly was killed?”
Arthur lifts his head ready to answer when he hears a deep familiar voice answer for him, “He was with me.”
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