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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 11

Dear Luna
It’s been a long time since I've had contact with you but I'm writing to you to tell you about my youngest son. I named him Orion Remus, after Remus but it was a hard choice out of the eight other names I had picked out. We’re having his naming ceremony here at Slytherin Palace, the party is supposed to last a week and there are so many stuffy and pretentious people here. He's already showing he's Tom's son. Demanding, controlling; he even has red rimmed blue eyes but he's wonderful and he has my hair, or at least I predict he will. I think he'll be a Gryffindor, we’re long overdue. The twins cannot be anything but Slytherin, and I can't imagine Cerise in any other house either.
I’m sad to say Salazar, much like his father pretty much lives in the basement of the ministry, and the two of them are pulling Hadrian into their habits. James though is almost jumping out of his skin to finish Hogwarts and join the Chudley Cannons. I can't remember the last time I played a game against him and I'm not sure I want to since he beats me half the time! Lily is growing to be so beautiful and she reminded me so much of my mother. It's almost like looking at a picture. And you were right! Alfred and Scorpius might just be dating, Tom's death eaters gave me a report and I read that they kissed. I can bet you that both Alfred and Scorpius will be cozying up together at the Three Broomsticks at every Hogsmead weekend or gorging on sweets at Honeydukes. The twins have turned the basement back at Riddle manor into their makeshift lab and of course Tom had to turn it into a fully functional potions lab that’s more suited for Severus than nine year old boys. But I can't be mad at him when I see how happy the twins are but I can't help but hope they prank him with one of their potions. Cerise still hasn't moved on from her obsession with dragons. I don't think I’ve told yet that last December when we were visiting with Hagrid she stole one of his dragon eggs. Thank Merlin’s beard I checked her clothes before she could hide it away in her rooms. I can just imagine how the house elves would have reacted when they found the dragon while cleaning her room.
As for me, I'm tired but good. Sometimes Orion tires himself out and has a nice, long nap around noon and lets me relax for a while. I haven't seen you in the longest so tell me how you have been. I'll talk to Tom about setting up a time we can meet, let me know when it is good for you. Waiting to hear back from you most impatiently.
Harry
P.s. I've included pictures of the children taken from this year. Anyway, every one here says hello, be well.

Harry added the individual pictures of his children to the missive in a specific order; Rom, Cerise, Salazar, Lily, Reggie, Hadrian, James and finally Alfred. He also added a picture of him and Orion that wasn’t necessary to the code to stave off suspicion. Luna would need to see the pictures in that order to be able to decipher the secret code embedded in the letter. He wasn't only worried about death eater eyes but there were also outsiders that would love to interfere with his letters.
He carefully sealed the envelope with wax and pressed his ring to the melted red sealant. Hedwig hooted at his windowsill impatiently. He tied the letter to the owl’s leg and gave Hedwig a treat for the journey. Giving Harry a small, affectionate nudge with his beak, Hedwig spread her wings and took off into the evening sky. When she reached the edge of the property, she passed through a ward that instantly copied the contents of the letter and sent them to analysts waiting to approve the letter. Hedwig was forced to fly in place for fifteen minutes before the second shield allowed her to leave, and Harry heaved a great sigh is relief. That meant the death eaters monitored the outgoing mail didn’t find anything suspicious.
Harry watched after Hedwig until his owl was a tiny dot enveloped by the rapidly descending night sky. Small stars twinkled from above, the only ones privy to this secret. He'd wanted to send the letter right after the disastrous breakfast but with Tom leaving abruptly, Hadrian going off the rails and then attacking Tom, and then helping Severus care for Tom Harry had all but forgotten about the letter. But as he waited for Tom to be finished with his meeting, he remembered to his unfinished business. He hoped Luna would get the message and set up what he needed. This could very well mean their lives.
He was startled out of his reverie when a knock came at his suite door. Closing his window, he entered his sitting room. He cleared his throat and called out for them to enter. The door opened slowly to fiery red curls and bright green eyes. Harry forced a smiled and beckoned for Lily to enter. She went straight into his arms, muffling her sobs on the front of his shirt. He said nothing, waiting for her to speak first as he ran his hand over her curls.
“I heard papa is okay,” she said through her sniffles. “I was so worried, even, even though…because of that and oh Merlin mom, what happened? What was that picture? I've been dying to ask but I didn't want to take you away from papa. He needed you more.”
Harry cupped her face and lifted her head to place a kiss in her forehead. “Lily, no matter what is going on with me and your father, I will always be here. If you need me, come to me no matter the time or day. You and your siblings are my priority, okay?”
Lily nodded, biting her lip. “So…would you please explain the picture? Salazar won't talk to me about it, Alfred's shut himself in his rooms, and James says he isn't surprised and says that father is a horrible monster. But he can't be, right? It was all a mistake. Skeeter always sensationalizes her stories.”
How could Harry tell her the truth? Yes, Tom had done terrible things to him, to many other countless people. What Tom had done to him was just the tip of the iceberg. At end of the day though, Tom was also a father and he had never hurt any of his children, with the exception of Orion. No matter how much Harry had to hate Tom for, and Merlins beard were their infinite reasons, Harry never the less was incredibly grateful Tom had been there for Salazar when he hadn't been able to.
That had’t been anyone's fault. The Order came with good intentions but their raid was ill timed. He'd been in the middle of a premature birth, Salazar coming in two months early so the Order hadn't known it wasn't safe. It also hadn't given Tom enough time to enact the ritual he'd been planning to move to horcrux to Salazar. He didn't remember much of that day, just bright white lights and a blinding pain as he'd been cut open then nothing but darkness and emptiness. Both he and the Order thought Salazar had died, reinforced when Tom made a public announcement that the Order raid killed his son. Harry didn't blame Tom either for lying about it, he understood Tom was acting as a father and keeping Salazar’s survival a secret for his safety. Harry founder say with with honesty that the order wouldn’t have killed Salazar just based on his parentage. He wasn't a boy anymore blinded by the golden ideals spouted by a foolish old man. He's seen the Order do equally terrible things in the name of the greater good and he'd been pulled into the spiel. He'd learned the unnerving truth of war that the light side weren’t the heroes he foolishly thought them to be. They were made up of imperfect people built on a system rife with flaws. Much like the Knights of Walpurgis. But they, unlike the Order actually did some good, enough to help Harry justify the bad and be able to sleep at night.
“Mom?”
“No matter what your father has done remember that he is you father and he loves you, even if he doesn't say it. Your father and I called you and your siblings here to explain. How about we wait, hmm?”
Lily nodded, knowing it was better to wait for the others before Harry explained. It wasn’t a satisfactory option but it was the only option. They moved to a cozy love seat and Lily took the seat right next to Harry, cuddling up to him. Harry squeezed her tight; it wasn’t often he got to cuddle with his children. Even Cerise, the second youngest only allowed him a kiss on her forehead before bed. Orion was a baby, who of course readily cuddled with him and he already dreaded Orion growing older.
They didn’t have to wait for long before another knock came at the door and Alfred poked his head inside. Dark circles framed his dulled eyes. Harry smiled wanly and patted the empty spot beside him. Alfred didn’t hesitate to throw himself at Harry's side and try desperately to burrow into him. He didn't say or ask for anything, for which Harry was immensely grateful for. They sat in relative silence, interrupted occasionally by the cracking and popping of the fire blazing across from them in the black marble fireplace.
The next knock was followed by a thump. Curious, Harry disentangled himself from his kids and opened the door to see a flustered Theo pulling an unconscious Hadrian behind him with his wand.
“Your son is annoying and heavy and twice as obstinate as you. I had to hear him complain about my cooking for thirty minutes before he finally knocked out,” Theo panted.
“Did you really drug Hadrian? Please tell me it wasn’t on Tom's order.” At Theo’s what-do-you-think? look, Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine, bring him in. At least you didn't hex him. Thank Merlin for small miracles.”
Theo pushed the floating Hadrian into the room, his other sibling perking up in interest. “Miracle indeed, you have no idea how hard it is not to hex him. It must be the unconditional love you're infected with.”
Harry chuckled. “Theo, love is not an illness you contract.”
“Hmmm, only a sentimental Gryffindor would say that. By the way, Lord Voldemort forced me on a two-week vacation because of you. I hope you’re happy.” Theo glared at Harry, completely put out by the reminder.
“I am, it makes me happy to see you suffer,” Harry snickered. Not many would consider vacation, specially from a demanding dark lord, as punishment. But then Theo was special.
“Hmpf, the dark lord is rubbing off on you and that is not a compliment.” Theo finally laid Hadrian down on a long settee none too gently. With one last glare aimed at Harry then at the prone figure of Hadrian, he left in a huff. Harry wondered what Hadrian had done in the past day to pique Theo’s ire.
Harry couldn’t help one last rejoinder. “Enjoy your vacation, and make sure to wear sunscreen. Blotchy red does not suit you.” Theo made a rude gesture with his finger before banging out of the room. Harry turned back to see Lily hovering over Hadrian, peeling back one of his eyelids.
She tapped her want to his temple and said “Viresecundum.”
Hadrian woke slowly from the simple sleeping potion, looking around him groggily and yawning wide. “Wherem I?” He slurred, the words jumbling together.
Harry swished his wand and cleaned up the dried crust of drool at the corner of his mouth. “In my chambers. Your father and I called you and your siblings here to talk.” Hadrian sat up and made to get up. With another flick, Harry transfigured the pillows on the settee into binds that wrapped around Hadrian keeping him immobile. He jerked against the binding, then decided it was too much effort.
“I'm not Rom or Reggie.”
Harry arched a brow. “Really, I couldn’t tell. Running away, ignoring my calls, sure seems like what the twins would do when they know they're in trouble.”
Swallowing, Hadrian turned his scrutiny to the fireplace. “And am I in trouble?”
“No Hadrian. What you did, I can't condemn you for it. I've done much the same to your father but he is your father. No matter what he has done to me, he does love you. And I don't need you to fight my battles for me or avenge me, I can take care of myself perfectly fine.”
“Right, that picture showed just how well you took care of yourself against father,” Hadrian snapped, eyes blazing. “He beat you, didn't he? And those bite marks, - merlin’s beard he raped you,” Hadrian whispered in sudden realization. Quiet gasps from Lily and Alfred followed his comment.
Harry made a distress sound deep in his throat. “Hadrian-“
“No! He did, didn't he?! I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!” Hadrian burst through his bindings and shot up off his seat.
Harry thrust out his wand and kept it pointed straight at Hadrian's heart. “Hadrian, sit down! I will not ask twice; do you hear me?” Hadrian hesitated at the fire lacing his mother’s words. Harry flicked his wand and an invisible force pushed him back down. “Now, as I told your other siblings, Tom and I called you here to talk to you, to explain what happened. I did not want you knowing this but now it seems I have no choice. So, you will stay quiet and listen.”
The chastised boy nodded grudgingly. Harry sighed in frustration. The meeting was already getting off to a bad start. And Tom hadn't even shown up yet. As if his thoughts called forth the man, the door opened to allow in Tom, followed by Salazar and a belligerent James. Salazar had a tight hold in James bicep, who promptly shoved his older brother away when Tom closed the door.
“James?” Harry questioned, looking from his eldest to the boy who reminded him so much of Sirius. Playful and charming when he wanted to be but so prone to keeping grudges far beyond what was healthy.
James pointedly ignored him and took a seat on a lone armchair, farthest from the others in the grouping of sofas. Salazar took the seat next to Hadrian and faced his parents. Wanting to present a united front, Harry walked to Tom and stood before their children. Cerise and the twins were being entertained by the house elves as they were too young to understand and Harry had put Orion to bed right before he’d sent that message. So everyone was here to officially begin.
A look of guilt flittered across Hadrian's expression when he saw the healing wound on Tom's forehead before he quickly shuttered it away. He growled warningly the closer Harry got to Tom.
Tom narrowed his eyes at Hadrian’s open display of hostility but addressed the entire room “Harry and I wish to talk to you about the article you saw two days prior.”
“What’s there to talk about, you tortured and raped our mother,” Hadrian bit out coldly. Alfred whimpered, crossing his arms over his stomach.
“Hadrian, watch your words!” Harry snapped.
“No! Alfred needs to hear this, he needs to know what kind of man we call father.” Hadrian sneered, his wand aimed at Tom.
Tom stepped forward threateningly but Harry grasped his forearm and held him back. “Hadrian, you promised to listen and goading your father is not helping anyone.”
“I never promised that,” came the belligerent reply.
“Fine, then just listen for me. Can you do that at least?” At Hadrian's curt nod, Harry allowed Tom to start the explanation. He'd rather the children hear Tom's side of the story before he filled in the blanks. He'd rather the children not know a few of the events in his past. Perhaps it was a bit cowardly to hide and take refuge in Tom's past, wanting it to overshadow his own story but pride had no place here.
“Salazar already knows a bit about horcruxes from his study, but I shall explain it to the rest of you.” Tom explained the nature of a horcrux, how to make it and then revealed he had made seven of them.
“What? Father, how could you? Why did you do it? A horcrux tears a soul and makes them unstable. It brings out the worst in a person because they are not whole!” Lily exclaimed. When all of them turned to her in surprise, even Salazar, she realized her mistake and shrank back into herself. “What?”
Tom scrutinized her suspiciously. “How do you know about that?”
“Um, I might have perhaps gone into your library and broken into the warded section and picked up a book or two for a bit of light reading. And mentions of horcruxes may have come up once or twice.”
“Only once or twice hmm?” Harry intoned, knowing that look. Once Lily got her nose into a book, she didn't emerge until she's read the entire tome then moved on to other books to fully master the subject. It reminded him of Hermione actually.
Lily grimaced. “Perhaps more than twice.”
Tom nodded but continued with the story. He explained how his last horcrux was unintentional. That Harry was his horcrux, and in making Harry the horcrux, how the killing spell backfired and destroyed Tom's body.
“Father killed your parents?” Alfred asked, horrified. Harry had only told the children that his parents died in the war fighting against Tom, not whose hands they died by. Only Salazar and Hadrian knew about particular detail.
“What sins haven't you committed, father? Incest? Cannibalism? We know we can cross off attempted infanticide off the list,” James drawled caustically. At Harry's surprised look, James quirked his lips in a gross facsimile of a smile. “Yah, I know about that mom. Did you really think you could keep that a secret? I wonder what lies you'll tell Orion when he grows up or will it take another book by Rita Skeeter to force it out of you two?”
Lily frowned. “What is he talking about?”
Ignoring her, Tom bared his teeth in what only the blind could call a smile. “There is still filicide.”
“Don't threaten him! He hasn't said anything we haven thought,” Hadrian warned.
Tom took a threatening step forward and menaced “Watch your tone boy, before I show you how a real wizard duels instead of losing control.”
Hadrian whipped out his wand and aimed a hex at Tom, who quickly deflected the spell. It ricocheted off the shield and exploded into the wall, gouging a small hole.
“Accio wands!” Harry shouted and grabbed up all the wands coming to him, even Tom's and hid them from sight. “I know you are angry. And even to this day I do not nor will I ever forgive your father for killing my parents. I will never forget, and I struggle to understand it every day. A woman told a prophecy that your father would be killed by a child born in the seventh month and your godfather Severus told Tom of it. And Tom targeted two families, mine and the Longbottoms, who both had a child in July.”
Lily looked deep in thought. “So, you thought mother or the Longbottom child would kill you so you tried to kill them before they could kill you?” Her question didn't allow Harry to gauge what she was feeling,
Tom nodded. “Yes. I did not know Harry personally, he was merely an obstacle to my continued health.”
James glared at Lily incredulously. “You can't mean to take father's side, he killed our grandparents!”
“I'm not taking sides, I'm trying to understand,” Lily replied in a soothing tone.
Finding no support in her, he turned to Salazar and Hadrian, the later much more likely to take up his cause. “You two don't look so surprised.”
Still glaring at Tom, Hadrian replied “We already knew but I thought that was the worst he could do.”
Salazar shrugged. “It is not like I knew them. I'm sure if it did, I would probably feel some sort of grief.. And like Lily said, they were killed when father did not know mother that well. They were virtual strangers. I would have done the same thing, had I been father and they were threatening my life.” To others, many actually, his words sounded callous. But his private thoughts were a mystery, even to Harry. What he said out loud could not be taken at face value, as Harry had learned when he'd first began to get to know his eldest son. No matter how closed off he seemed, Salazar did care.
“Of course you would, you're daddy's little pet!” James spat.
Salazar's expression didn't change. “I killed over twenty wizards when we were fighting the Russians to get mother and Hadrian back. You don't think they had husbands, wives, children waiting for them? And yet I don't regret a single curse.”
“Boys, enough!” Harry stepped in before the two brothers could devolve to Hadrian and Tom's level. James would cast the first spell, but Salazar's defensive would be the last spell cast in a duel before he had his opponent incapacitated. And Harry just left left a sick bed.
Before they could argue further, Tom continued, skipping over Harry's three years at Hogwarts and jumped to the graveyard. He told them about making his body, how the spell pulled his body from a third dimension where lost souls roamed. Harry perked up at that. He hadn't known about that. But then he supposed he'd never really wondered where Tom's soul had roamed for years without a body.
“What is this third dimension?” Lily questioned with great interest.
“There is this dimension, where the living reside. Then there is the dimension where souls go to rest after death. A third one exists where lost souls roam. It is not a very...pleasant place.” Tom's face darkened fractionally. Harry wouldn’t have seen it if he hadn't been looking for it. Just how much had Tom's there affected him?
Lily, unsatisfied with the answer probed deeper. “So, what is it like, this third dimension. What makes it unpleasant?”
Harry interjected and tried to divert the conversation away from a topic he knew Tom was not ready to discuss. “Lily, that doesn't matter. Let you father continue the story.”
Tom quickly spoke over her to prevent further questions. He told them of how he took Harry and did indeed do the things hinted at in the picture. He didn't elaborate, he didn't need to. Hadrian looked thunderous but Harry shook his head at Hadrian's direction. Tom explained that at that time his soul, split in seven was highly unstable. All he'd been consumed with was pain and revenge, which he took out on Harry.
He glossed over the reason for Salazar’s conception, fabricating a story about the conception being accidental. He told them of the years Harry fought against them after thinking Salazar died, a story Salazar was already familiar with. Harry then took over and with his eyes locked on Salazar, explained how he finally confronted Tom and attacked. He merely said Salazar got hurt in the battle, not that he himself attacked Salazar and his son didn't correct him. Harry felt ashamed for the need to keep that part a secret but he couldn’t handle any more censure. Undoubtably it was selfish of him but he saw the way his children were seeing Tom after learning of his past deeds and he didn't want the children to adopt that same look of disenchanted horror when looking at him.
He told them after learning of about Salazar, he decided to stay with Tom and cut his ties to the Order. By that time, Tom had acquired all his scattered horcruxes near him and eventually Harry convinced him to unite the horcruxes back into his soul, only keeping Nagini and Harry as his remaining horcruxes. It made him more stable and humane, more like the man the children knew today.
Both Alfred and Lily remained quiet. Salazar was a blank slate. But Hadrian- if anything he looked even more incensed than the day he saw the prophet.
“So, I was right. You stayed with father because of Salazar. And the rest of us, did he force you to have us to keep you here?”
“No! I wanted all of you!” Harry vehemently denied.
“I don't believe you, you can't possibly want us. We remind you of what father did to you!”
“Hadrian- “
“No, no! You don't get to Hadrian me. This entire thing is so fucked up I can’t, I can’t. Bloody hell,” Hadrian stood up and clenched his hands into his wild hair. After a silent moment, he growled at Tom. “I need to leave, I need-I need space.” He stormed out, banging the door closed but such was his power, the entire door broke off the goblin steal hinges and the wood shattered to tiny splinters.
Harry sighed and shook his head. Well, that went wonderfully. He turned to see how Alfred and Lily were faring.
“I understand if you two need to process this. We can talk later.” They both nodded and made their way out the room. Before Harry could address James, this third oldest stomped out past him and barely managed to avoid running Harry over. Toms hands twitched in annoyance but Harry shook his head and let James go. They all needed space and time to think.
Only Salazar remained. He stood up and faced his parents. He stood almost head to head with Tom. Harry could hardly remember when Salazar came to under his chin and Harry was allowed to hug him as often and as tight as he liked.
“I realize there is a lot of history between you two, things I cannot possibly hope to understand. I love you mother,” Salazar said straight to Harry. Harry offered him a trembling smile. He hadn't heard that in a long while. “But I need you to promise me you never intend to harm him, that you will protect him even at the expense of your life,” he demanded fiercely of his father. Harry knew Tom could never make that promise. Above all, it was Tom's life Tom would fight to the death for. If Harry came in the way, he'd never come out the winner.
To his surprise, Tom nodded seriously. “I promise on Merlin’s bones,”
“Thank you. Have a good night mother,” Salazar nodded and took his leave.
As soon as the door closed, Harry let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. “Thank you for lying. If it will make Salazar rest with ease, that is the best I can ask of you.”
Tom grunted. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.
Feeling suddenly tired, Harry turned from him and headed for his room. He was stopped by a hand to his wrist.
“I have missed having you in my bed.” Harry was taken aback. Tom smirked. “To sleep.”
“It’s only been one night. Besides, I thought I made it clear it was a onetime thing.”
“You did,” Tom acquiesced. He let go of Harry’s hand and realizing he would not be forced, Harry turned to face him fully. A vein jumped at Tom's jaw as he clenched his teeth. “Before this, after the ball, we were getting along. I do not want to lose that. I do not want to lose you.”
Harry could tell how hard it was for Tom to admit that. It showed in the stiff set of his shoulders, the tense lines of his body. But his words annoyed him. With a mocking smile, Harry touched his ever-present collar. “You can't lose something you have a permanent chokehold on.”
Harry wasn't expecting it, so he reasoned later that shock made him do what he did. Tom yanked him closer and pressed seeking lips to his. The older man cupped his jaw, fingers sweeping gently over his jaw bone and temple. A broad swath of tongue begged for entrance with an inquiring lick and Harry would tell himself later he opened to say no, but he opened nonetheless and let Tom inside with minimal protest. Tom probed, teasing and light, dancing away when he coaxed Harry's tongue out to play. He made Harry chase him back into his own mouth. Harry moaned, clutching at the man above him. As Tom pulled a hairs breadth away, Harry followed after his retreating lips, eyes clenched and pursed lips wet and shiny with saliva. His lashes trembled as he continued to keep his eyes closed.
“It is not your body I want,” Tom whispered against his lips, his breath teasing the plush pink morsels.
Harry eyes popped open in surprise but he found himself alone in his empty suite.
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