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Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs	By : SilverAngel621 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
The gentle, warm pass of fingers over his forehead slowly brought him back to the living. Still groggy from potions, Tom tensed up and reached for his wand. But when his hand meet rumpled sheets and empty air, he reached up with the other hand and crushed the trespassing fingers in a death grip. He tried to open his eyes to see who his assailant was but his couldn’t focus on an image. Two blurry faces weaved in and out of his peripheral vision. His fingers tightened around the clenched fist in his hand and he tried to pull the attacker closer to him, to use him as a shield against the others.
Muffled voices became louder and a hand pressed hard to his chest. He was growing weaker. Struggling to stay awake, he tried once again to see who it was. Hot breath ghosted over his face in short puffs of air. A hand patted his face insistently. A surge of energy allowed him to open his eyes wide but all he saw was a field of green before he passed out again.
The next time he neared consciousness, he felt the soft press of bandages against his forehead. But Tom didn't open his eyes, content to enjoy Harry's attentions. His fingers smoothed over the white cloth and rhythmically tapped a wand against his head wound. Instinctively he knew this was something Harry would never do if he was awake. The first time he saw Harry care for anyone was the terrible time when Salazar was put into a coma. The younger wizard hadn't left their son’s side for days, having to be coaxed into eating and showering. And he'd seen it time and time again, when one of the others fell sick or got an injury. Half the times the twins were wreaking havoc and the other half they were bedridden from a potion that backfired with Harry hovering over them. It was a dark day indeed when he started envying the twins, on top of having his son hand him his arse in a duel.
“I know you're awake, you know.”
Tom gave Harry a one-eyed glare before relaxing into the pillows. Just when he was really enjoying himself, Harry took away his fingers. And the Order called him evil.
Harry burst out laughing and those fingers were back again. “Look at you, you should see yourself. Bandaged and still looked as conceited as ever, expecting me to care for you like you’re one of our children.”
“I was not trying.” Tom wanted to make that clear. Hadrian had only taken him out on a stroke of luck and because Tom hadn’t wanted to hurt his son.
Harry nodded almost placatingly. “Of course not. The big bad dark lord could never be defeated by a boy a quarter of his age.”
Tom's lips twitched in amusement but he would not smile. With his eyes still closed, he asked “How much time has passed?”
“A day. Cerise has been asking after you every five minutes and the twins are so worried they've not pranked anyone. Can you imagine?" Harry chuckled, shaking his head ruefully. "You might not believe me but I know the other kids are worried about you too." When Tom raised his eyebrow in disbelief, Harry changed the subject. "I've told the house guests you were called away on important ministry business. They know about the ministry, they only know a department was attacked so they assume you’re just fixing it. Salazar has been running interference for me while I've been chosen to play nursemaid. Your minions were all afraid you'd wake up crucioing everyone.”
“Hmmm.” He grunted. “And Hadrian?”
Harry sighed heavily and folded his hands in his lap. “He hasn't been home. Theo told me Hadrian’s crashing at his place. I tried firecalling him but he never answers. And James isn't talking to me. He's spending all his time with Teddy and Fenrir's pack. Lily's tried reaching out to him but he just pushes her away. He's pushing everyone away.”
He was too worried about James. If the boy was with the pack, then he couldn’t be safer. Right now, his upmost concern was the book and the article. A lot of things could happen in a day.
“Tom…Barty told me about the books. And that you're trying to find Rita Skeeter?”
Tom heard the unasked question. Harry was fishing and not so subtlety. “I didn't get a chance to read the book before Hadrian attacked.” He couldn’t help the hint of venom in his tone. That his son had the gall to attack him was untenable. More than anything his pride was hurt.
“Oh, I'm sure he's sorry. And you can't say he didn't have reason to be angry. And confused. All the children are.”
Slowly, Tom sat up in bed and looked over to Harry. “That was a long time ago.”
Dark, sooty lashes fluttered over emerald eyes, a frown marring his face. “It was a long time ago. It seemed like it happened a lifetime ago, to someone else. I didn't even recognize myself,” Harry said mirthlessly.
“A lot has changed,” Tom reminded him a bit aggressively. Had it been just a day or two ago when Harry willingly came to him and kissed him? That too felt like a lifetime away.
“It has.” Harry replied, albeit slowly. “I can't change what happened in the past but I know I don’t want this for my future. Our kids not talking to me, attacking you. I might not have chosen this life but it's mine now and I want it. I don't want to lose my family.”
Tom reached out and took Harry's hand in his. “You won't, I won’t let that happen,” he promised with all the conviction that only a dark lord can manage.
Harry nodded, but didn't look like he believed him. “What are we going to be doing about Rita? I don't want my kids knowing more than they already know. And knowing Rita, she's made up and twisted facts in her book for drama.”
“Harry, they are all destroyed. I have death eaters actively tracking down any that might have been pre-released and looking for Rita as we speak.”
Harry peered at him suspiciously and slid his hand out of Tom's hold. “You're not telling me something. I know you're not. I've lived with you for over twenty years and I have a part of you inside me, you think I don’t know your every tell?”
Growling, Tom frowned at the wizard but he didn't back down. He, the dark lord, should never be required to explain himself. The only reason he needed for doing anything was that he was the dark lord and that he could. But Harry wouldn't back down from this.
“There has to be mole, inside my ranks. The kind of information the Skeeter woman has in the book can only be from a death eater and someone close to me.”
Peering at him suspiciously, Harry’s mouth turned down. His body was suddenly tense and his breathing a bit fast. “You told me you didn't read the book.”
“I didn't.” Tom narrowed his eyes. “The article said something about you hiding things from me. Tell me, Harry what could that be?”
Harry scoffed. “Rita Skeeter was only speculating and building up her book. I know her Tom. She interviewed me during the triwizard tournament and accused me of being a fame hungry wizard.”
Harry might know all his tells but the wizard forgot Tom had been obsessed with him since before he was a babe. Harry was keeping something from him and he wanted it know what it was. “Harry- “
But he was interrupted when Harry reached forward and took one of his hands and squeezed. “Don't. I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere.” The younger man looked at him fiercely, his nostrils flared.
Tom had never figured out how the Order managed that raid at Malfoy manor and took Harry from him. Harry must have had something to do with that. Did Harry think he would punish him for that after all these years?
Hesitantly, Harry inched forward until he was a hairs breath away from Tom's chapped lips. His eyes flickered from Tom's lips to his unnatural blue eyes. Every since Tom made his horcruxes, his eye color morphed into a blood red from the natural blue he'd inherited from his hated father. To adopt the look of a normal man, mostly for Harry's sake Tom had illusioned the blue color back into his eyes. But not even a spell could mimic the previous color.
Tom took the last step and tipped his chin up so that his bottom lip brushed against Harry's. That was all the permission Harry needed to kiss him. Not that Harry would ever be denied when he came to him for such things, not even on his sick bed.
It ended quickly, much to Tom's consternation.
“Alright.” Tom acquiesced. And it was worth it. The bright smile on Harry face, not even a hint duplicity to ruin it and Tom knew he didn't need to ask. Perhaps the kiss and been to distract him but Tom was greeedy. He'd take Harry however the younger wizard allowed him.
“So, your minions are awaiting orders. You should really go talk to them, they're getting antsy and diving me crazy,” Harry said on a light note and pulled back. “They're like headless chickens right now.”
Tom nodded and gingerly stood up. His shoulder was bandaged underneath his shirt, and he had another wrapped around his head. Harry wordlessly handed him his wand. Casting a diagnosis spell over himself, he deemed the injuries healed enough and got rid of the white wrappings. Scars still pink and healing contrasted from his fair skin.
“We can't have that, now can we?” Harry shook his head with a small smile. “I want you to call on the children, even James. I want to talk to them all at the same time. And I'll have Theo bring Hadrian.”
“Okay, we'll talk to them together after your meeting.” Harry agreed, his eyes crinkling in pleasure. They had to present a united front their children. “Oh, by the way, when you see Theo, tell him he is to take the next two weeks off for vacation.”
“And when did you start giving out vacations to my death eaters?”
“When you work them half to death. And Severus does not count, he'd live in his labs if you didn't occasionally pull him out for your meetings.” Harry hesitated by door before turning slowly. “What will we tell them?”
“The truth. It is best they know everything from us before others can poison them.”
“Everything? Even what happened to Salazar, and why I had him in the first place. Even about Pettigrew?” That rat was still Harry's everlasting shame.
Tom shook his head. “No, I will tell them the things most of my death eaters already know about me. The rest is unnecessary.” He hoped that would reassure the worried wizard.
Harry frowned by nodded nonetheless in agreement. “I think I understand the necessity for it, but I don't have to like it. Just get over with the meeting soon so we can get this over with.”
Tom watched Harry leave his rooms. He made sure the wizard was far enough away before he conjured the black book. Just because he decided not ask Harry didn't mean he couldn’t read about it. He'd vanished the book away before Hadrian came to him or it would have been destroyed in the magical backlash of the attack.
He was dark lord. He had to know everything. Fingering the spine one more time, he vanished it back to his personal cache and put on his robes. He had people to crucio.
……….
Magical Britain’s richest and most powerful men and woman knelt before the dark lord. He sat imperious on his pitch-black throne, one hand carelessly playing with the elder wand and the other petting the gigantic snake curled around his throne and resting on his lap. Fourteen deep violet vials bobbed gently in the air at his side.
In a line Barty and his wife Alecto Carrow, her bother Amycus and the Lestrange brothers knelt on one side while on the other there was Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, Theo, Blaise, Parkinson, Greyback, Dolohov, and Snape.
“As you all know a slanderous article about Harry and myself circulated early this morning. It alluded to a book Rita Skeeter wrote. However, the books have been tracked down and have been destroyed. What concerns me now is how she got the information to write her book.”
Parkinson looked at his fellow Knights but they all had their eyes respectfully trained to the floor. “My lord, you cannot possibly suspect me-us of being her informant?”
Tom narrowed his eyes on the impertinent man. “And if I was? What would you do, Parkinson?” He leaned forward and twisted his wrist casually to point loosely at the now trembling man. He relaxed back when the death eater didn't answer and ducked his head.
“I need to know that you all can be trusted. You are useless to me otherwise. So, for your sake I hope you survive this. Hold out your hands.”
They did as told, but not without a great deal of reluctance. Tom stood up and marched in front of them, his snake following his every footstep. He stopped in front of Severus. “I suggest you all stay still or it will be more painful. Nagini, you may start.”
The death eaters didn't have any other warning as Nagini struck them one by one, the men and women falling like dominoes. The venom flooded into their bloodstreams and instantly began contaminating their blood. Even Fenrir, who had a faster healing ability was no match for Nagini. He howled in pain, his facial muscles morphing into a muzzle and fur sprouted all over his face. Elongated claws scraped against the marble floor. The others were in no better states. Black track marks laced up their arms, their limbs turning to an alarming shade of blue. White foam frothed from their mouths as they were slowly poisoned and brought to the verge of death.
Tom closed his eyes and concentrate on each of their individual magical cores. He'd done this a few times but only with two or three wizards at a time. It was difficult trying to invade the mind of one person but to do so of two or three was impossible, unheard of. But once he'd taken possession of the elder wand, he'd pushed the limits to everything he knew and shattered those restraining lines.
Their magical cores pulsed lowly, struggling to keep the bodies they inhabited alive even as Nagini’s poison surged though and killed off the blood cells and nerve endings. Tom knew he didn't have much time so he tore through their weakened barriers. Their memories lay dormant, the insignificant ones fading away and leaving the significant ones front and center. He quickly flipped through them, but saw nothing concerning him and Harry that was problematic. Although the Malfoy heir did seem to have an alarmingly large number of memories that involved small moments of Harry, things like playing quidditch or practicing their dueling skills. And considering these were the important memories that either had a great impact or a person treasured above all else, it was safe to assume Draco had an unhealthy obsession with his Harry.
Tom waved over the vials and floated them in front of the death eaters. He upended the vials into their mouths and waited for the antidote to work through the poison. He looked over to Severus, a man usually composed from his collar to his shoe ties, drooling on the ground. “I hope Severus, your potion works. I'd hate too loose such a good potions master.”
It took a while for the group to come back to. Dolohov took the longest, and even still dark hollows underneath his eyes and cheeks remained. One would think he'd spent a few months in Azkaban instead of a few minutes fighting off Nagini’s poison. The Carrows and Crouch took it all in stride, their devotion too great to take offense at Nagini’s actions. Fenrir was the most vocal in his complaints but the werewolf was easy enough to ignore. Tom bared his teeth at the incessant grumbling and the alpha soon quieted down, although the mutt continued to glare holes into him. Parkinson grumbled along with Fenrir, his hands still shaking and entire body twitching. Blaise and Theo, among the youngest of his recruits and in the inner circle no less ran diagnostic spells over themselves. They dared not meet their dark lords gaze. Snape was the quickest to shake off the aftereffects of poison and antidote. The man had probably suspected something of this nature to occur.
Mostly Tom ignored the others. The reactions of the Malfoys, however, interested him the most. Lucius couldn’t quite help the resentful flare of his nostrils as he helped his wife off the floor. The woman was more concerned with her son, Draco, who shoved her helping hand away and pointedly kept his eyes on the floor. The young blonde’s body was tense and his wand hand twitched threateningly.
“Congratulations. None of you have betrayed me.” Tom said with a condescending smile.
Parkinson edged closer to Fenrir when Nagini slithered in front of them. The snake noticed and jerked her head towards the frightened man.
“My lord, was that really necessary? We could have died.” Parkinson's voice was still shaken. Fenrir wrinkled his nose and shuffled away from the man.
“If you had died, then you do not deserve to be my death eater. I do not tolerate the weak. Now, I need you to check on the rest of my death eaters. Severus and Draco will be brewing veritaserum for my top officers, after they've been quarantined of the truth serum antidote. Lucius, you and Crouch will run the investigation. Make sure none of them know what you are up to or they will have time to obliviate any pertinent memories. As for the rest of the death eaters, I want you Parkinson, Dolohov, Alecto, Amycus and Blaise to use legilimency on them. After a few of the officer have been cleared, use them to help you. Fenrir, you oversee investigating the werewolves and other dark creatures in my ranks, Narcissa will help you with the veelas. And I want this done in a week.”
“My lord, it cannot be done in a week!” Dolohov complained, only to be met with a crucio. The man screamed out loud. The spell proved too much for his already weakened body. With one last gurgling cry, the man fell dead on the floor. The other death eaters looked on in dispassion.
“Any more questions?” Tom asked the others but looked pointedly at Parkinson. He gulped, eyes flitting nervously over Dolohov s prone body before steeling his nerves and looking forward again. Nagini slithered forward to sneak on the newly available food.
“Good. You are all dismissed. Theo, stay awhile.”
Choruses of “my lord” followed as they filed out, one by one. Their movements were stiff, their bodies given to occasional twitches. Theo remained kneeling.
“My lord?” He questioned respectfully. Fear made his lower lip tremble but he tensed his jaw in determination to face his fate like a man. Tom liked that.
“I hear Hadrian has been staying with you?”
Blushing tomato red, the wizard nodded. “Yes,” he replied carefully. “He came to me two nights ago and forced his way in.”
So like the boy. And going from Theo’s uncomfortable squirming, Tom figured his son finally made his interest in the older wizard known. “I want you to deliver Hadrian to the palace in two hours. By any means possible.”
Theo nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, my lord. It will be done. And as for the investigation, you did not give me any directions. I wish to help.”
Tom quirked his lips in a small smile. “No, you will not be helping.” At the man's hurt look, Tom clarified. “I don't want to take time away from your research. As per Harry's request, you are to have two weeks off. You will be relived of your secretarial duties but you will continue your research. It is too valuable to take even a minute break from it. And when you come back, I want you to hire two undersecretaries for yourself so you can dedicate more time to the research.”
“Yes my lord, and thank you, although I would rather be working.”
Tom grumbled. “So would I, but Harry is difficult when he is cross with me, so a vacation you shall have. Make sure not to tell him you are working while in vacation.”
“Of course, I'm not stupid,” he snapped with a slight bite before realizing his faux pas and tensing in fright.
“Relax, Theo, I am not going to crucio you for that.” Tom smirked. “Right now, I want you to talk to Mr. Chu and negotiate the peace treaty. He is giving me access to their library so I expect you will be making a trip to China in a few months, if not weeks. Salazar will help facilitate.”
Theo nodded and bowed. He took his leave to get to his duties. Tom had the utmost confidence in Theo to run the meeting with Mr. Chu, something he would have seen to personally if not for this new development. He needed to deal with the internal turmoil Rita Skeeter caused before he could focus back in his plans for world domination.
Having given himself two hours, Tom summoned Rita's book. It's materialized from grey smoke to a solid object in his hands. He frowned. It was lighter than he remembered. Quickly flipping through the book, he found ripped edges throughout the book. Going back to the page of contents, he found six chapter titles scratched out as of by a sharp nail, some of the the gouge marks dismembering the other words of other chapter titles. A quick look through the book gave him hints of what Rita knew. It started on that blasted prophecy, that thing that started this all. Via the prophecy both Neville and Harry had had the potential to defeat him. It was Tom that made the prophecy happen. With his rash actions, he'd made Harry his equal and his ambition created his downfall.
A chapter was missing after that and then it cut straight to Harry's years throughout Hogwarts, a chapter dedicated to each of the four years he'd been in the school. Then there a chapter on the graveyard. That definitively told him that one of his death eaters had turned into a rat. Then there was a detailed chapter of Harry's abuse up to the planning of Salazar’s birth. After that, there were huge chunks of pages missing before skipping to Harry's attack on him and Salazar in the final decisive battle of the Great War. Immediately following that were more ripped edged indicating missing chapters. Then there was a chapter detailing the treachery of the order, another missing chapter and the rest of the pages were left intact. They described the outcome of the top Order leaders. It ended with his legacy, the things that Skeeter suspected had been influenced by Harry accompanied with viable evidence.
Tom ran a diagnosis spell on the book and found the same signature he'd vaguely found on Umbridge when her memory and been whiped. No one had been in the room with them then and no one could access the place he vanished his valuable items to. It was a void created by his magic in a separate dimension. The only person who even stood a chance to find the book was Harry, since he was a horcrux and his magic was tainted by Tom’s own. But why not destroy the entire book? No, whoever did intended for Tom to know what they had done. This was a threat.
So that had to mean someone, a very powerful someone was casting long distance spells. Faced with his secondary evidence, he had to presume it was not an impossibility. He still had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that someone could cast a spell on someone or something without being in the vicinity. It was akin to how muggles controlled their spaceships from control centers on earth. In their world it was possible. And until now, in the wizarding world such spells had been beyond imagining.
The question was though, who was this new entity? Rita obviously wanted the information in her book spread, as did the W.A.N.D.S organization. They'd funded her after all. But the person who'd oblivated Umbridge was working against them. They were also Tom's enemy. He just knew that the missing pages would turn up at the most inopportune times and be used as blackmail against him.
Anger shimmering slowly inside him, Tom forced himself to calm. He cast a tracing spell but it yielded nothing. With a hastily crafted spell, he warded the palace against all incoming documents to have them monitored by his death eaters. Since the book was useless to him and he knew all the information, he burned it away. The only lead he had was the man he saw in Umbridge’s memory. From the iconic hair, he knew it to be a Weasley but he did not want to tip them off. He would dispatch death eaters to each of the family members and follow them. They would be sure to make a mistake soon.
As much as it frustrated him, his turn was over in this game. But he would be prepared when his opponents made their move. In the meanwhile, all he could do was try to fix his broken family. No matter what, he would not let his enemies take what was his.
He exited the room and headed for the twins’ and Cerise’s room. He didn't want them to worry about him more than they'd already done and truth be told, he missed them. They were probably the only ones that didn't know anything about him and Harry. They looked at him with eyes untainted by his torrid history.
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