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Chapter List
- 1-That which we make for ourselves
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
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- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
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It was 4.31am.�

Tom reinforced his shields yet again and held his position
by the bank of the river in the shade of the bridge.�

Grindelwald was late � if indeed
such a term could ever be applied to the man � Wizards such as Grindlewald did not arrive at appointments late.� They were the focus of time � it oriented itself around them and their
convenience.�

On the other hand, it was possible he was here already and
Tom had not detected him.

He suppressed a shiver and cast another radial detection spell, a more precise
one.� It picked up a lot of animal and
bacterial life, unsurprisingly.�

Perhaps the dark wizard had changed his mind.�

Perhaps he had been held up.�

Antonin�s father had grilled him
for an hour on why he sought a meeting with Grindelwald.�

When he said he required information and had information that Grindelwald would want in return-� Evgene Petrovich Dolohov had tried to
persuade him to change his mind and he had offered intermediaries or owl
contact.�

Tom had refused and insisted he arrange a meeting.�

�He won�t want anyone else to hear this.��

It had taken a further three hours to contact and negotiate
back and forth with the Great Wizard who had at first dismissed Tom entirely
and then ordered Antonin�s father (through the two intermediary
connections by means of which he�d contacted the dark wizard) to extract the
information and provide it.�

This Tom had
repelled and again insisted that Grindelwald would not want anyone else to possess this
information.�

And so he was offered a time and place and that was where he
found himself now.� In
the shadows of Belgium in the icy morning light.�

The stars were still out but the sky was ever so slightly lighter than it had
been a half hour ago.��

Abruptly he became aware that he could not move.�

Panic flared and he waited for whatever Grindelwald
� who it seemed was indeed already here and had possibly been observing him for
a while if the spells did not pick him up � would do next.�

�How dare you
demand my personal attention � filthy halfblood�� the deep voice
spoke softly from behind him with a thick german
accent.

�What could you possibly know that I can not learn from any of a hundred other sources?� Or do you simply wish the honor
of dying by my hand.�

You will have that for your impudence either way.��

Tom felt sweat prickle on his brow.� This wasn�t good.� He wondered briefly whether this plan was
really a good idea.�

Yes.� He thought through it again.� It was the only way.�

Dumbledore needed to be muzzled or he would become an imminent existential
threat.� If he learned what Tom could
only imagine upset Caed so greatly about tom�s own future � Dumbledore would
potentially forget his duties, forget the laws, forget even common sense in
temporal dealings and try to kill him by any means necessary.�

That could not be allowed to occur.�

The only way to prevent it was to get him to stop before he found that
information and the only way to do that was to blackmail him with something he
considered too dangerous to risk the wizarding world finding out.�

That would be his former(?) intimate connection with the dark wizard Grindelwald.�

His reputation would be tarnished and he would be excluded from all ministry
dealings � probably interrogated and possibly imprisoned if he still had any
contact at all with the great wizard.�

Grindelwald walked silently around
to stand before him.� He could not move
his eyes but he could see the wizard clearly.�

A tall, broad-shouldered, well dressed man in the prime of life.� He had curly blond hair that fell to his
shoulders, a strong chin and startling blue eyes. He looked to be only in his
late thirties.��

There was an air of power about him that was visible.� Tom felt his skin
gooseflesh in response to the raw magic the man exuded.�

�Well.. at
least you are quite fair for a schlammblut�� Grindelwald
sneered, looking him over speculatively.�

He reached a leather gloved hand out and stroked a finger down Tom�s cheek down
to his chin where he tilted his face up slightly to catch the light better. �

It seemed whatever spell he was using only prevented Tom from initiating
movement independently.� How clever.�

He wished he knew it even as he shivered internally.�

He had fully grasped the idea of Grindelwald being in
a homosexual relationship with Albus Dumbledore whenever this may have occurred
� but the notion that the man could find him
attractive had been somewhat far from probable to him, in light of his blood
status.�

�Speak then.� Convince
me to spare your worthless little life� Grindelwald
growled low.�

The spell released him and he said quickly, hoping it would
be enough. �I have certain information about your upcoming defeat and wish to
exchange it for evidence I know you have the power to provide��

Grindelwald�s gloved hand which
had been lowered, returned and gripped him around the
throat tightly, lifting him slightly.� He
looked furious.�

Tom did not move to pull at the hand.� He
didn�t fight at all.� Nor did he avert
his gaze for a moment from the sparking blue orbs threatening to kill him where
he stood.�

After a moment the fury was diluted by curiosity. �Explain�
the great wizard ground out, lowering him just enough that he could get words
out around the clamped pressure. �

Tom thought quickly.�
He didn�t have the detail he needed.�
But he thought he might have enough to stave off death.� He could get more information from the boy...there
were other, more effective,
methods.� He was sure he could find out more.

�I� have..
information..about the
future.� Want.. to.. help..you!�
he managed.

Grindelwald dropped him and folded
his arms pensively.� Tom found he could
not move again.� He waited anxiously,
hoping it would be enough.�

The blue eyes narrowed.� It seemed that a
decision had been reached.� This was then
made obvious when the great wizard gripped him around the upper arm and disapparated them both.��

They
reappeared in a dingy torchlit stone room.� A dungeon, quite
apparently.�

Tom felt
a knot of fear form in his stomach.� This
wasn�t the best outcome.�

Grindelwald flung him toward the closest wall and
gestured.� Manacles rose like snakes and
snapped around his wrists, tightening and pulling him back.�

�Very well.� I am..intrigued.� What is
this madness.�
Are you a seer?� Why do you say I
will be defeated?!�

I hear it often, you know, from those I kill..� They tell me with their last breath that I
will be defeated.� It grows tiresome very
quickly.��

Tom shook
his head slightly.� �I�m not a seer.� I�m not sure I place much faith in
divination.� My source is more reliable
than a drugged witch�s rambling.�

Grindelwald gestured upward, brightening the torches and
stepped closer.�

�Perhaps then, you know of a plan to attack me?��

Tom
hesitated and then shook his head. �No.. not a specific one.�
I�m not connected with the ministry of any country or with any resistance
group.�

I don�t have all the information about the attack right now.� I...can get more information soon.. if you give me what I ask.�� He grit his teeth as
his chains tightened, pulling him off the ground and straining his shoulders
painfully.� It was obvious that the
merest desire of the dark wizard would have his shoulders dislocated.

�Not.. a demand..Sir...� he tried.� Breathing was hard in this position.�

Grindelwald lowered him slightly. He started
again.�

�It�s not
a demand!� he panted �I need what I�ve
come....to ask... you for... if I want to...get more information��

Grindelwald stepped closer.�
�What is the source of this
information and what are you wanting from me?��

Tom hesitated and licked his lips nervously.�
This part could be a bit dangerous, he felt.�

He watched Grindelwald watch him lick his lips and
thought, surprised again, that it was possible that Grindelwald
did find him attractive.�

�A
temporal spell of some kind brought a boy back from the future recently...�

He has memories of what has already happened
in his time..and some of those memories revolve
around your defeat.��

This
information seemed to throw Grindelwald
somewhat.� He flicked a finger and the
chains loosened enough that Tom could lower his arms. He massaged some life
back into his own shoulders, the chains clinking.

�What I need is information and
physical evidence to use as blackmail against a wizard you have
had dealings with in the past.� He wants
to take this boy and use him in order to defeat you.��

Grindelwald pursed his thin lips and drew his wand.� It was smooth, matt and black.�

Tom forced himself to remain still.� The
urge to use his wandless magic and try to free himself
was great � but he doubted that he would be able to apparate
from this place even if he could escape this room � which he probably could
not.�

His last chance to flee had probably been on the riverbank.� Now he had to ride out whatever might
happen.�

He
reminded himself that this was what he wanted.�

Grindelwald was dedicating time and attention to him
and he hadn�t yet cursed him.� He was listening to him

..admittedly the wand now levelled at him did not bode
well for the continuation of that situation.�

�Legilimens!�� The
dark wizard growled.�

Tom didn�t
need to slam down his defences � they were perpetually in that state.� He had been constantly occluding, even in
sleep, for the last few years. ��It had
left him exhausted for weeks after he had started, before he had adapted to the
constant strain on his magical energies, but he had little choice.� The feeling of Albus Dumbledore poking around
in his head was distasteful in the extreme. �

The older wizard had been irritated when he couldn�t do it any longer by Tom�s
second year.

His head
pounded as Grindelwald tried to force his way through
his occlumentic shields.�

�Open your mind to me� the man demanded after a minute, never wavering for a
moment in his gaze.�

Tom grit
his teeth and hissed �No.��

At that
the dark wizard broke off the attack, as if shocked that Tom would even dare to
refuse.�

The pain
that lanced through tom then was terrible; as if a large spike had been rammed
through his body between his ribs and was extending burning tendrils upward and
downward in his chest cavity.� He swayed
and leaned back against the wall.�

He would not fall to his knees!�

The pain
increased as if the volume were being turned up and he
pushed it away, quieting his mind. �

For a minute he slipped out of events because the next thing he was aware of
was Grindelwald directly in front of him, inches
away, looking down at his agony pinched face with mild interest.

�You are stubborn� he pronounced.� �But
you will not resist forever.� It was
generosity that I would look in your mind rather than drag answers out of you
with pain.��

Tom
managed, with difficulty, to shake his head.�
�If you torture me..you will fail.� I will not break and you will never know the
information I am offering you.��

He took a risk and demanded. �Release me!��

The
sudden increase in pain actually did bring him to his knees, despite his best
efforts.� He crashed down, his arms
hanging above him in the manacles.�

�You are
in no position to issue orders, mudblood!� Grindelwald
snarled at him.�

Tom
remained silent, hanging his head, exhausted by the mere effort of drawing breath.� He felt, rather than saw, Grindelwald
squat next to him and then a hand in his hair wrenched his head back.�

Cruel fascination was visible on the great wizard�s face.�

�Why
would you come here?� I do not believe a halfblood wretch would seek to aid me if there weren�t
something in it for himself.��

Tom blinked
hazily as the pain retreated enough for him to speak again.� �I want..� he broke
off.� What did he want?� He wanted to learn from Grindelwald.� That was clearly not likely.�

�I want to stop the wizard who wants to defeat you� he managed.�

Grindelwald sneered but then paused, faint suspicion on his
face. �Who is this wizard?��

Tom shook
his head. �Release me..I will tell you what I
know.� Please..release
me..Sir��

After a
few seconds in which Grindelwald examined him like a
bug under a microscope, his hands were freed from the manacles and he barely
managed to stop himself from falling down onto his face.�

He wavered on his knees. The agony that spread throughout his entire torso now
began to ebb slowly, leaving an ache.�

He rubbed his wrists absently, looking back at the great wizard.�

�Albus
Dumbledore� he said softly.� �He is the
one who defeated you, according to history.�
He is the one who is seeking to acquire the memories of the boy I
mentioned.��

Grindelwald stood in one fluid movement looking disturbed.
�That is a lie� he hissed.� �Albus swore
he would always remain neutral.��

Tom shook his head.�

�If you have a pensieve.. I
will share some memories with you.��

Grindelwald looked down at him and then nodded curtly.
�Acceptable.� Get up, boy.��

Tom managed to climb to his feet, to his credit, with only the smallest
stumble.�

The imposing man gripped him by the arm again and apparated once more.�

The
effect of apparating so soon after whatever curse had been inflicted on him
previously left him swaying and nearly toppling again.� It was only the hand on his arm which did not
let go that kept him upright.�

�Verzeihung� he breathed, blinking to clear his swimming
eyes and take in as much detail as he could of the dark elegant study into
which they had just apparated.� Grindelwald looked at him in surprise.�

�Du sprichst deutsch.� Gut so.�
Ich werde mich also mit
der englischen sprache nicht weiter
bemuehen.��

Tom shook
his head. �Lieber nicht.� Mein deutsch ist
nicht sehr gut...� Ich...ich hoffe ueber
die zeit mein deutsch zu verbessern.�
�He swallowed.� �Ich hoffe die zeit zu haben
mein deutsch zu verbessern.��

Grindelwald smirked. �If what you say is true.. you shall perhaps have the time��

Tom eye had
caught on the long wall of bookshelves.�
He yearned to go and investigate the titles.� He physically ached to know what Grindelwald thought
worthy of retaining in his personal library.�

�You are
a Hogwarts student?� the great wizard asked him, looking at him thoughtfully.
�Albus is your professor?� You suggested
he was no friend of yours.� What has he
done to send you off to find a wizard who would see your kind all dead?��

Tom
turned to him with suppressed anger.

�They are not my kind.� I do not believe
in the mixing of wizarding and muggle blood.�
My mother was a weak whore who desired a muggle nobleman.� She sullied our lineage.� I
am the last heir of Salazar Slytherin.��

The
blonde wizard�s eyebrows rose slightly.�
�Is that so?� Slytherin was a
great wizard.� Truly
great.� I expect he would kill you
himself if he met you.� Can you prove
this?��

Tom
hesitated and said softly �I am a parselmouth.�

He raised his hand and hissed a soft parsel spell.� The chair over by the fireplace began to burn
silently with blue flames that did not scorch its leather surface.�

Grindelwald had his wand on him in half the blink of
an eye and he found he could not move once again.�

�Wandless
magic in one so young is unheard of!��

Tom stared
helplessly at the burning chair, unable to turn his eyes or lower his
hand.� Grindelwald
walked around him, examining him once again.�
The tall regal wizard passed through his line of vision briefly and was
on the other side then.�

He
sounded speculative when he spoke again.�
�I have perhaps underestimated you..� If your blood is as you say � and it appears
to be so � then you are worthier than a normal schlammblut.��

You have had the ability to try to
fight me and have not done so � however it is better not to take unnecessary
risks.��

Tom heard
the man step away and move toward the
bookshelves.� He was cursing himself
internally for displaying his wandless magic.�
He had thought it might gain him a little respect from the dark wizard.. and indeed it seemed to have
done that.. but it had sacrificed a valuable hidden
weapon.��

Grindelwald was suddenly behind him.� He felt the warm proximity of the
wizard.� Something thin and silvery
passed down through his line of vision quickly.�
A necklace.�
It was fastened around his neck and then the immobilizing spell dropped
once again.� �

He didn�t
even bother to try.� The dullness around
him and the diffuse cottony feeling in his mind already informed him what had
been done.� His magic was bound.� He was essentially a squib for the time
being.�

It was futile to even try to remove the necklace.� Slytherin had written about this type of
binding object at length.�

The victim could not affect it.� It would
be removed by Grindelwald or not at all.�

The knot
in his stomach that had made itself known earlier
returned and grew tenfold.� He lowered
his eyes frustratedly.

�That was unnecessary.� He said softly. �I would not attack you, Sir.� Were I not afflicted with this blood impurity, I would already have sought you out independently.� And at present � I am both in a position to
be useful to you and in dire need of your assistance.� Attacking you would not be in my
interests.��

Grindelwald walked around him once again to look down into
his face with mild amusement.

�it matters not.�
I do not like to have wizards point their wands at me and your magic is
a continually pointed wand.� This is
better.��

Tom
swallowed as grindelwald reached forward and brushed
his hair to the side in an overly familiar manner.� He felt the leather brush his forehead
lightly. �

�Yes, sir.� He said quietly. The man stepped away
again.�

�The pensieve is over here.�
I will extract the memories for you.��

He was
led over to a recess between two bookcases that held a bust of a wizards head.
He thought it might be Godelot but he wasn�t certain.� With a wave from Grindelwald
the bust shimmered out of view and became a tall white marble pensieve, looking like an overly ornately carved birdbath
inlaid with mother of pearl.�

Tom
debated how small he should keep the fragments he was willing to show Grindelwald.� The
first memory of Caed telling him of Dumbledore�s
death was rather personal so he went straight for the second memory of
observing Dumbledore with Caed.�

It was somewhat complex as memories went since he�d had to use a lip reading
charm to decipher what Dumbledore was saying and he had been positioned across
the infirmary half hidden behind a curtain.�
Nevertheless he focussed upon it as Grindelwald�s
wand touched his temple lightly, drawing out the silvery filament and flicking
it into the pensieve.�

The
wizard barely glanced at him to immobilise him again before immersing himself
in the memory.��

Tom knew
what he was seeing.� Dumbledore told Caed to stay away from him and Caed
refused, then Dumbledore threatened him with Azkaban and he finally
agreed.� At that point he questioned him
on Grindelwald in an overly aggressive threatening
manner.�

Caed hedged and delayed but when pressed with the
threat of being interred somewhere at Dumbledore�s will, told him that Grindelwald would be defeated around the end of the second
muggle world war and upon being threatened further admitted that Dumbledore had
been the one to do it and that he would be alone and miserable afterward.�

Tom
wasn�t sure about that part, truth be told.� He thought Caed
might have said it simply to be nasty.�

He had
let the memory run until Dumbledore had rebroken Caed�s arm in a moment of vindictiveness, demanded Caed visit him as soon as his eyes healed and threatened to
remove him from Hogwarts if he was even seen with Tom again.� This was not relevant for Grindelwald�s
defeat but he thought that it might be useful to demonstrate his own ulterior motive
in the matter as well as Dumbledore�s possible imminent possession of the
useful boy.�

When Grindelwald returned, his white clouded eyes clearing and
focussing upon him, he looked somewhat troubled.� Dropping the spell he demanded �What else do
you know?��

Tom
hesitated.�

�The boy appeared only last Thursday.� He
is very skittish and determined not to reveal anything about the events to
come.� I can persuade him to do so.. and I can use..other methods to
extract information from him.. but I have been trying
to win his trust first.� If he is
frightened of me, it will be that much more difficult to get him alone and have
the chance to find out what he knows.��

I am tutoring him in several subjects..and..�� he paused, wondering
whether it was wise to reveal the rest.�

Grindelwald�s narrowing cobalt blue eyes convinced
him.

�-and he is mine.� He will be my lover
when I return.�

The boy is very innocent and upset by the thought of possible homosexual
tendencies, nevertheless � he is succumbing quickly.� He confessed already that he smelled me in
the amortentia our potions class brewed.�

I will make him love me.. he
will tell me all his secrets.� I require
only time... and a means of encouraging Dumbledore to leave us alone...��

Grindelwalds expression which had become pensive darkened
further.� �No.� you will bring him
to me.� That solves both problems�

Tom shook
his head. �He knows very little about your life. Most of his memories � most of
what he is protecting revolves around my
future.��

Grindelwald�s eyes flared in anger. �That interests
me not at all.� You expect me to trust
you with such a valuable commodity as this boy?�
You will stay here and I will order another to retrieve him.� I have followers in that-� ��

Tom
interrupted, gambling�

�You won�t find him.� I hid him before I
came to you.� If anything � Dumbledore
will find him sooner than you will � and neither of us want
that.��

�I will force you to reveal his hiding place�
the dark wizard snarled furiously �-and then I will have him brought
here.��

Tom
smiled thinly. �Go ahead and try.� I will
never break.� Not even under veritaserum.. and you will fail to find him
before Dumbledore.��

Grindelwald growled in frustration. �What is it you
want, boy?!� How do you plan on
�controlling� Albus.�
He is very wilful.��

Tom smiled
a more generous smile. �He has cultivated a pristine reputation, both in Hogwarts
and the British Ministry of Magic.� I
intend to blackmail him with evidence of your collaboration and former
relationship.��

Grindelwald laughed lightly.� �Where did you learn of that?� I doubt that Albus would have informed
you.� Do not tell me it becomes a matter
of public knowledge in the future.� I
cannot see either of us ever admitting it publically.�

Tom
swallowed and conceded that the information had indeed come from Caed.

�Show me!� Grindelwald demanded.� �I want to know what else he told you!��

�I�d rather
not share that memory�, he answered uncomfortably.

Grindelwald�s eyes darkened again and he pressed his wand
hard against tom�s temple, leaning over him imposingly.

�I�m sure you would rather I did not
break your bones one by one also.� Think
of the memory!� ��

Tom
sighed and nodded slightly, watching as Grindelwald
drew away the slick greyish filament.��

This time he was not immobilised when the man slipped into the memory.� He wondered whether it was intention or
whether Grindelwald had simply been so perturbed at
the thought of the world finding about about
Dumbledore and himself that he�d not thought about Tom again after he had the
memory.� It didn�t really matter which
was the case, he reasoned and paced away quickly to the bookshelves, walking
along at a clip, taking in as many titles as he could and trying to remember
those he did not know.�

His mind was irritatingly distracted with the thought of what the great wizard
was seeing now:� Caed,
soft and pliable as he worked him over, seducing the answers out of him.. kissing him..

�Dumbledore
really hates you � he spends his entire life trying to destroy you� �

the boy panting needily, grinding at his thigh..

�he asked me to tell him about Grindelwald
� I didn�t though.� I�m shit at occlumency.. if he looks for you
in my mind � theres things there...you�re a fucking
manipulative snake � Dumbledore may be a bastard but at least he�s not a mass
murderer...should be trying to stop you...you�re a psychopath��

Rubbing him, kissing him, bringing him back to the point of lust induced daze

�Dumbledore beat him..locked him in Nurmengard... Mione said Dumbledore and Grindelwald
might have been involved when they
were younger ...he never got over him, Hermione thought he might have loved
him.� �

Tom dropping to his knees, teasing Caed�s cock..

�It was his funeral..McGonagall was in her cups
because she fancied him or something..it was a death
eater..you ordered it��

and finally the bittersweet taste of the innocent pretty wizard�s semen sliding
down his throat.. ��

He was
thrown backward suddenly and slammed against the bookcase, the leather gloved
hand at his throat once again.� Grindelwald had his wand an inch from Tom�s eye and it spat
furiously, giving off black sparks.

�You will kill Albus?� he said in a
low dangerous voice. �

Well that
certainly answered the question of whether they were involved. �

Tom forced himself to remain calm and collected, choosing his words carefully.

�It seems
that in fifty years or so I give some kind of order to my forces and Albus Dumbledore is killed.�

I would point out however that at
this point you are either dead or have been interred in solitary confinement
for more than fifty years and that, as I understand, Dumbledore
has been dedicating his life to destroying me for this entire period.� It�s hardly an unprovoked attack upon an
innocent man.��

He held
his breath while various emotions flashed through the cobalt eyes of the
greatest living wizard culminating in grim acceptance.�

�So he will betray me.� the wizard ground out finally.� Tom breathed out as the wand close to his eye
was withdrawn and the hand at his throat loosened.�

Grindelwald stared hatefully at the bookshelf beside his
head. �He..that boy claimed he loved me.� And still he will
do this...� Render me powerless and
imprison me.� I need to know more. I must
have this boy.��

The eyes slid back to Tom�s own, still poisonously narrowed.�

Tom
thought quickly � he could possibly take Caed and run
with him, but to forfeit his NEWTs was a dangerous risk.� He�d be dependent upon Grindelwald.� Unable to work anywhere in
the magical world.�

�And what
of me?� he asked quietly.

Grindelwald seemed surprised. �What of you?� You cannot serve in
my army with your blood.� For your
assistance in delivering the boy I will allow you to live.� You may return to Hogwarts.��

Tom felt
coldness spread through him as he finally abandoned his dreams regarding joining
Grindelwald.�

The wizard would never accept him. It was as Abraxas had counselled him.�

He responded icily� �No.� You cannot have him.� He is mine.��

�I will return to Hogwarts and I will extract the information you
require and pass it on to you.�

If you kill me � the boy will either go to Dumbledore, who will use him to
destroy you � or he will be killed by my servants when I do not return.�

He will, however, never� fall into your hands.�

Give me what I need to destroy Albus Dumbledore in the eyes of the wizarding
world and I will sully this place no longer with my tainted heritage.�

Grindelwald blinked, looking at him more carefully.�

�You
wished something of me personally?�� he asked in a low voice�

�What did
you think.� You show
me some small tricks and I forget what you represent?�

You are the ruin of one of the great
wizarding bloodlines.� You are an error
that should have been corrected before birth!�
Your blood is too defiled to make you a soldier in my army... is that
what you want? � You are too despoiled for that.�

And yet even after that intriguing
display of seduction with the other boy, your lineage is too high, your magical
ability too considerable for me with a clear
conscience to render you permanently a squib whore.�

What shall we do?� What do you want in
exchange for this boy?��

Tom
offered a blank face, compressing and subliming the pain at the cruel dismissal
of the man he had idolised for the last three years.�

�There is nothing.� You cannot have
him.� He is mine.�

I offer you an exchange of information. What he knows about you for what you
know about Dumbledore.�

Other outcomes are no longer negotiable��

Grindelwald tilted his head thoughtfully.� �Do you not fear what I might do to you for
speaking to me in this tone?� Have you
any idea of what I do to officers who look
at me in a manner I do not appreciate?��

Tom found
he didn�t fear that actually.� He didn�t
feel much of anything right now.� He was
certain he would get what he wanted in the end and beyond that he no longer
cared.

Grindelwald seemed to half sigh when he didn�t respond at
all.�

�The boy�s words.. he seemed
to suggest that you would be
dangerous.. perhaps become a powerful dark wizard
after my ..fall.�

Tom allowed himself a very thin smirk and responded quietly after a few seconds� �He was
terrified of me when he saw me.� I�ve
never seen so much hate and fear.� He
thought I would kill him at any moment.��

The older
wizard�s gloved hand released his throat finally and slid lightly down his
chest before dropping.�

�I have been hasty in my judgement.�� He
offered in a somewhat conciliatory tone.�

�Our interests are aligned in this matter.�
You are clearly magically capable. If you cannot be persuaded to bring
the boy here, I would ask how you plan to retrieve the information from him��

Tom
narrowed his eyes. �The same method you sought information from me �
legilimency.� There are also certain
potions I might employ to put him in a state in which he might access
information he does not know he remembers.�
Tiny things heard and seen in passing.�

Do not concern yourself.� I will drain
the boy of every last pertinent detail.��

�I will
require tangible evidence and detailed information in order to bind Dumbledore
from disturbing me in this endeavour.� It
must be damning.��

Grindelwald smirked and shook his head slowly.� �It will only make him seek the boy
more.� Albus reacts perversely to
threats.� Trust me..
You will need another method.� This will
not work.��

Tom frowned slightly.� Part of the appeal
of this plan was that he would have the chance to go to Dumbledore and threaten
him clearly.� He was looking forward to
the look on the man�s face when he told him everything he knew and assured him
that this information would go to the correct parties if anything at all were
to happen to himself or Caed, or if Tom felt that he
was intruding unwelcomely on their relations.

�What do
you suggest?� he asked tightly, still not giving up on his plan entirely.�

Grindelwald snorted and was silent for a minute, appearing
to think.� He spoke slowly then, as if
musing aloud

�Albus is very difficult.� Very paranoid.� He
will have pensieve memories of everything
relevant.�

If you wish to obliviate him you will have to find
copies and probably secondary copies.. with something so important he will be thorough.��

Nor can you kill him...not that I would allow this... as he is alive at some
point in fifty years.��

Grindelwald turned and paced off toward the fire.. or fires.� The chair still burned with blue flames
before the hearth.�

As the
wizard neared it Tom said shortly. �Do not touch it..
It is unquenchable by all but the caster and you will not have sufficient time
to free me before it engulfs you.��

Grindelwald nodded distractedly and turned away, pacing
toward the large polished wood desk at the end of the room.� �Perhaps we might merely buy time with Albus
until you have the information I require��

Tom
glided smoothly over to the man. �Explain?��

A dark smirk was turned upon him. �You could bind the boy to you.. There are spells that would connect you both.. enable you to find him at all
times..to restrict his distance from you when you
choose.. spells that are cancelled by death � you
could rid yourself of him when you have what we need ��

Tom
nodded thoughtfully.� �I have already
considered using some form of binding on him, so that i
might sense his location.. there
is a spell I have been developing.. but it could be
applied in addition to whatever binding spell you�re thinking of..�

However neither would prevent Dumbledore from legilimising
him at Hogwarts or removing us both to
Azkaban or elsewhere.. what
good would that be?��

Grindelwald rolled his eyes.

�I would
not have suggested if I had not already considered those possibilities.� What if I could give you a charm for the boy
to wear which only you could remove.. much like that which you are currently wearing.. and which protected against legilimency?�

There is such a thing though few know about it.�
I do not know if Albus might know.�

And I might provide you with something that will enable you to contact me.. something you cannot
remove.�

Should you be taken with the boy to a hidden place.. I
could find and retrieve you.��

The man
frowned then in frustration�
�This is however all very elaborate and unnecessary..� If you would only bring the boy to me..��

Tom turned away. �No.��

Grindelwald gripped him by the shoulder and turned
him roughly, his expression dark, examining..

His gaze slid over tom�s face, slowly transforming into something like physical
appreciation.�

�Very well.� It is
what we will do then.� Do not move.�� The matt black wand appeared in the large
wizard�s hand again and in a silent spell Tom�s robe and shirt dissolved into
vapour, dissipating.� Alarmed, he
nevertheless sought to obey even as his instinct told him to protest.�

�What are
you doing?� he asked quickly.�

Grindelwald�s attention was focused on his body, looking
him over with visible interest.� �Be
silent� he was told absently.�

The point
of the dark wizards wand was moving over him now.. Tracing down his neck, over his shoulder, down over his pectoral
muscles.�

He found himself excited despite the concern, nipples hardening even as the
most dangerous Wizard in the world trailed a wand over his skin � a wand which
had certainly killed hundreds.. thousands
perhaps.�

The sharpening of his small flat nipples to tight little nubs caused the other
man to glance up at him with a faintly amused expression.

�You like
that it seems.� That is good.. After this you will
serve me..even if no one may ever know of it.� And in return.. I
will protect you against vanishing into Albus� pocket.� Do you accept?��

The wand
which had been glancing over his upper abdomen slid to the side, over his ribs

�How will I serve you?� Tom pressed
cautiously.� It was never wise to accept
anything verbally when someone holding a wand asked you.� It was better never to verbally accept
anything at all unless you had examined it thoroughly.�

Grindelwald sneered slightly. �In any way I wish� he
offered.�

�No.� tom
responded immediately. �You will simply wish me to bring Caed
here.� I will not accept those
terms.��

The dark
wizard raised a blonde brow. �You are altogether too old for your years boy.�

Very well.� You
will serve me..by providing the information I desire�

Tom protested again -

�I will provide only information pertaining to Caed�s
memories of your possible defeat��

Grindelwald snarled and the wand that was slipping over
tom�s low abdomen left a thin white trail of burnt skin, making him hiss in
shock.

�As you say.�
You will provide me all
available information pertaining to the boy�s-�

�Caed�s��
Tom interjected again

�You will provide me all available
information pertaining to Caed�s memories of myself,
Albus Dumbledore, and anything related to my possible defeat.��

Tom remained silent.

Grindelwald continued� �And..
you will serve me..physically.�

�Physically?� Tom enquired with a raised sceptical eyebrow.�

�Sexually.� Grindelwald smirked
back.�

Tom swallowed.
�...And my blood?�

�Is of no
relevance� the answer came. �I do not intend to reproduce with you after
all.��

Tom thought
about it for a moment. �What will you want me to do?� he asked hesitantly.�

The older wizard scoffed slightly. �You do not seem a sexual innocent.� What do you think I will want?��

This
wasn�t sufficient.� Tom was of all
things, not a naiveling
and knew the many deviancies located within the spectrum of sexual
activity.�

�What will sexual service entail?� he
asked clearly, determinedly.� The other
wizard smirked again.�

�As i said earlier.. Stubborn.�

Sexual service will include penetration,
touching, kissing and the kinds of physical intimacies expressed by most lovers.
�

I will hurt you when I wish, I may
use objects and instruments for this purpose.. but there will be no lasting
harm.�

You will not be required to engage in
any act with another person, animal or magical entity..��

Tom
frowned slightly and shook his head. �When will this take
place?!� How long is this
arrangement?�� Does it end when you have
all the information from Caed?��

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly. �You will come to me
when I summon you, unless prevented by circumstances beyond your control.� You will serve me until I release you.. even after no more information
remains to find.�

In return.. I will protect you from Albus and any
force or body he commands to the best of my abilities.�

I will not protect you from anything
or anyone else.� I am not your minder.

If you are arrested by an auror for stealing sugarquills
� you may rot, for all I care.��

Tom
thought about this proposal carefully.�
He could still say no.� It was..more than he had intended to bargain with.�

Could he..fuck..Grindelwald?�

Tom was a top..always..
he was dominant.�
Always.� He doubted sincerely that anyone ever topped Grindelwald.�

The man had as much as declared that he was going to brutalise and torture him
as he saw fit.�

There would be nothing he could say or do against it if he accepted this.�

He did
not flinch as a warm leather gloved finger traced the thin line of his
collarbone.� �You will accept..� the great wizard said quietly and Tom wasn�t sure
whether it was an order or a prediction.�

�I want
to know everything about Dumbledore and yourself.. and I want evidence
� evidence that would be enough to ruin him� Tom demanded. �Your plan is
adequate for buying time but I might need leverage with him later.��

Grindelwald frowned and pursed his lips slightly.� �You do not need that.�� Tom responded immediately �I want it.��

The great
wizard narrowed cobalt eyes and grit his teeth.�
�Fine.. I will tell you whatever you wish to
know about my dealings with Albus Dumbledore and I will provide evidence enough
to destroy him... Agree now, boy.� You
are trying my patience!��

Tom
smirked inwardly.� He had gained what he
wanted and far more besides.. and
all for something he was already offering and something he might have done
anyway if the wizard had flattered him instead of insulting him.�

�I want one other thing..� he said softly, steeling
himself for possible punishment.�

He stepped forward till his body was touching the expensive embroidered silk of
the dark wizard�s frock coat, looking down demurely.�

�What
else do you want, spoiled child?� You
demand too much.� I will enjoy teaching
you appropriate manners��

The
comment was harsh but Tom noted the way the man�s hands stroked lightly down
the outside of his arms.�

Yes.. it seemed the most
powerful wizard in the world was
interested in him, tainted and filthy as he was.�

Interested enough to offer a lot..�

But this deal had no end date. He still needed more to sign himself away as a
sexual slave to a sadistic dark wizard.

�Good. Because I want you to
teach me.� Allow me to read from
your library.� Share your knowledge with
me.��

�No.� Grindelwald responded instantly.� �Take the deal as it stands..
agree.��

Tom
raised his eyes in as innocent a manner as he could manage.� Submission was not his forte.� He thought of how Caed
looked at him and tried to imitate it
as best he could.�

�Teach me.. give me access to your library
and I, in turn, will offer you
more.� I will offer to do whatever I may
to prevent you from being killed or interred for the next fifty years.�

If I cannot prevent it,�
I will seek to free you.�

If you share some of your private knowledge and discoveries with me.. I will share some of mine with you..
We will both benefit.��

Grindelwald seemed to consider this seriously.� Tom held his breath.� After a while the man asked sceptically

�What knowledge could you possibly offer me that I cannot attain for
myself?!��

Tom
allowed himself a slow smirk.� He had
him.� He would get everything he wanted from Grindelwald.�

�I am the only person in the world who can access Slytherin�s personal library,
his perfectly preserved library, I
might add.� I am also the only person who
can read his texts �- which are written in parsel.�

I could share some of my findings
with you.. Perhaps even provide you with translations
of his experimental journals, his created spells...�� he trailed off and wet his lips
intentionally with the tip of his tongue.�
The other wizard�s gaze, an avarice filled gaze now, followed the
movement with interest.�

�That is..tempting� he said in a low voice and Tom was not sure
whether he referred to his suggestive lick or the offer of one of his greatest
assets.�

�Isn�t it just� he agreed.

�So.. to sum up.. you will tell me everything
pertaining to your interactions with Albus Dumbledore,� you will provide me with enough evidence to
ruin him in the eyes of the British wizarding world and you will protect myself
and Caed
from Albus and any force or body he commands. �In addition you will teach me as you would an apprentice, you will
allow me access to your personal library and you will share with me some of
your private magical knowledge and findings. �

In return - I will provide you with
all information retrievable from Caed�s memory
pertaining to you, Albus Dumbledore and your possible defeat..

I will work to prevent said defeat.. and should you be defeated and imprisoned � I will do
everything in my power to free you...I will share some of my private magical
knowledge and findings with you, including parts of the contents of Slytherin�s
library

and.. I will serve you sexually in
the manner agreed upon by us both, until you free me from this part of the
agreement.��

Grindelwald nodded slowly, seeming to examine the proposition
from all angles.� �I..believe..
that may be acceptable.� He said finally.�

Tom, relieved, stated quickly � �then I accept too.��

A small smile flashed across the other man�s face.� �Good.�
This is where you remain still.� I
will ..seal.. the deal� �

Tom
stiffened in surprise as Grindelwald stepped back
slightly and then pressed the tip of his black wand to his right breast, above
where his heart would be, if it were on the right side of his body.�

�Servitum perpetuo� He
intoned low.�

Tom had
the impression that something further was cast silently because it took a few
seconds before a searing acidic pain burned into his chest around the point of
the wand.�

Gritting his teeth and hissing in discomfort he looked down to see a seven
pointed star branding itself in black ink into his flesh.� Unreadably tiny
runes glowed around its inner circumference momentarily in orange before fading
to leave what looked like a rather ornate star tattoo.�

Grindelwald removed his wand and inspected it
carefully.� All at once Tom felt his
heart flutter wildly.� He gasped.�

The other wizard scrutinised him, smiling darkly.� �Just a test.� When I summon you, you will feel something
like that.. �When I demand
your presence..�

Tom hissed again in sudden pain � it felt like the mark burned into him
anew.� He closed his eyes discontentedly
realising suddenly that he had made a great mistake.� No matter what had been offered � he had
allowed himself to be marked, much as he was going to do to his knights.�

He had learned a great deal about marks while he was modifying existing spells
to his purpose.� What Grindelwald
had placed upon him was almost certainly worse than what he was going to apply
to his own servants and it was possible... it was probable in fact, that he�d never get rid of it.�

He regretted his agreement already.�

As if
reading his inner turmoil on his face Grindelwald
brushed the back of his knuckled down his flesh over the mark and whispered
something that Tom didn�t catch.� The
mark faded away from view.�

�No one will know of your service.� He muttered.��

Tom felt
the heart flutter again, even though the mark seemed to be gone.�

�How do i contact you with it?� he asked, forcibly pushing his
internal turmoil aside.�

Grindelwald reached down and caught his left hand gently,
lifting it, seeming to examine it for a moment and then placed his palm over
the place where the tattoo had been.�

�Say my name..� he said quietly.�

Tom
frowned slightly and said �Grindelwald�� The other man shook
his head.

�Do you
know my first name?�

Tom nodded slowly, �...Gellert..�
he managed in a much softer voice..

Calling
this man by his first name was inappropriately familiar.�

His mind reminded him sharply that there would soon be very little that was
improperly familiar with him.� Grindelwald had contractually
obliged him to be his damn sex slave.�

The great
wizard breathed in sharply.� �It is
operational��

Tom removed his hand from his chest hesitantly.�

He stood
still as the blond wizard reached up, putting his arms around his neck in an
intimate embrace..�

This felt..strange.�
He was no stranger to embraces but he had never imagined Grindelwald would be a shirt lifter before Caed had mentioned it and it had certainly never entered
his head that he�d be-��

there was a tiny click and the man withdrew his arms again pulling the necklace
away.�

�There.� You will find you can not harm me any
longer.� There is no need to bind
you.��

Tom
jolted slightly, once again reminded of how like his own mark this one was. �His servants would also never be capable of
attacking him.�

�What time is it?� he asked uneasily.�
The older man gestured at the wall where a clock showed that it was
almost eleven am.� �I must return by
tonight� he said quickly.� �I had planned
to mark my servants.��

The dark
wizard, putting the necklace away in a hidden drawer in the bookcase turned and
frowned slightly.

�Mark them?� You?
�What with?!� A rubber stamp?!� You
need a more convincing excuse to run away, pretty child.� It is too late.� You have made the deal now.� You belong to me.��

Tom
struggled not to lose his temper at another
disparaging remark. �My body is yours
perhaps.. in some ways..�

Don�t be patronising.� I have developed a
magical brand, not unlike the one you just gave me.�

Protection, loyalty � I will know where they are at all times..
We will be able to contact and apparate to one
another�s side.� I was going to mark them
this evening � the new moon.. I had also promised them
some muggles to play with.�

They were most looking forward to it.�

I was already forced to cancel once because Caed
appeared in the clearing I had planned to use.�

I would like to return by this evening,
if I may.� I will return when you summon
me.�

I have a replacement in my classes as we speak.�
A convincing double.��

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and strode over to him.� �You are speaking the truth.� You have already servants.� Perhaps you will
later become a dark wizard after all.�
You give them muggles
for what purpose � to play how?��

Tom
shrugged. �They like to frighten them.. fuck them.. torture them.. kill them.�

I take them from across the country.� So
many children in orphanages during this muggle war..�

They are never found � half of them have never even been reported missing.� I assume their minders presume they have run
off.� So many people..
so many women
alone with their husbands and father�s at war.��

Grindelwald tilted his head and looked at him
thoughtfully.� �If you kill them when you
are finished � always-, then I
approve.� There must never be any accidents.. no more halfbloods, Tom��

Tom
started. �I.. you do
know my name.��

Grindelwald sniffed� �Yes..Tom Marvolo
Riddle.� I know who you are.� Do you think I would meet with some unknown wizard
alone in an isolated spot?!� You did not
deserve a name before.� But now you are
my property.. I must call you by something.�

You have a muggle name, boy.� Perhaps I
shall call you Marvolo...�

Tom looked
away, ashamed.� �I loathe my name� he
said quietly.� �Soon enough no one shall
ever call me by it again.� They will
forget about Tom Riddle entirely and know me only by the name I have chosen for
myself.��

Grindelwald snorted, disbelieving. �It is not so easy to
escape such taint, boy. Will you kill every wizard you ever met?�

That too would lead others to realise who is responsible and the name will
follow.��

Tom
turned back and glared sharply. �Caed spoke my
name... my true name.. The one I have chosen for myself.� He said it with such horror and
aversion.� I had not yet told any other
of that name.� Now I know that it is the name by which the wizarding world
will know me.� And they will fear me!��

Grindelwald looked interested, despite himself.� �Is that so.� What is
this name?��

Tom
hesitated.. nervous.�

To tell this wizard.. of all wizards..� His
opinion meant a lot.� On the other hand.. to tell Grindelwald
first � before any other- was somehow fitting.�
Deserving.�

�Lord Voldemort�
he said quietly.�

The man
frowned slightly..as if puzzled.� �Flight of death..� A strange name.� Why have you selected it?� You fashion yourself a Lord?��

Tom smirked �It is an anagram.� But that
is irrelevant � it is a name that evokes shadows.� It is something that will lend itself well to
whispers and rumors.�
It sounds impressive and dark.�

They will not know me.. will
not see me at first.. they will see only my
actions.� I will cleanse the wizarding
world of mud and filth.� I will purge the
ministry of muggle sympathizers.��

Grindelwald moved closer and, to Tom�s surprise, ruffled a
hand through his hair, smiling faintly.�

�I think it is good that we met, Marvolo..� Our goals are very
similar.� It is a shame about your blood
but..as you say � soon enough, no one will ever
know.��

The hand in his hair tightened then and pulled his head back, forcing him to
look up into the much larger wizard�s face uncomfortably.�

�But.. you will never reproduce.�
Your disease.. which will
soon never again be spoken of..ends with you.��

Tom swallowed
and bit his lip.� �And... Slytherin�s bloodline?��

Grindelwald�s face darkened.� �Will end.� Most unfortunate.� But
you will not contaminate other great
wizarding lines with your dirty muggle blood.. neither will you corrode Slytherin�s heritage any further by
taking a halfblood or mudblood.�

It ends with you, boy.� Do you understand?��

Tom
lowered his eyes.� It felt wrong to allow
the great founder�s line to end but he understood all too well.�

He wasn�t entirely sure that Slytherin wouldn�t say the same thing.� He had felt a faint sense of disapproval
radiating from the library when he first entered it.�

If his mother had not died giving birth to him he would have sought her out and
sliced her into wriggling little strips for the crime against wizarding kind
that she had perpetrated.�

�Yes.� You are right.� I will never allow my seed to take root in a
woman�s body.��

Grindelwald smirked. �We can do better than that, Marvolo..�� He drew his wand
and for the first time Tom felt real blinding terror arc through his body when Grindelwald lowered his wand and pressed the tip of it to
Tom�s groin.�

�Stop!� What are you
doing?!� Stop!!� �he
struggled and� wrenched at the hand
gripping him. �Don�t!!� I�ll never.. I�ll make an oath.. don�t do this!�

The older man hesitated.�

Tom froze, his eyes pleading.� �Don�t
geld me..� I�ll
swear the unbreakable oath. I�ll never allow it to happen.� Please!.� Please...Master!!..� he tried.�

The word
sat uncomfortably on his lips but that vicious wand was milimeters
from rendering him a eunuch and he couldn�t seem to manage wandless magic to
escape the hand that held him like steel.�
The word Master seemed to
please Grindelwald however.� His eyes narrowed.�

�..Very well.� the Unbreakable oath.�
Should you slip, you will die.�

Tom tried
to nod but couldn�t move his head. �Yes.�
Yes!!� Thank you!� He babbled
gratefully, holding out his hand in eagerness for the dark wizard to take.�

The oath was completed in short order, Tom felt it
sink into him to the bone like threads of ice.

In the
aftermath, still numb with shock at realising how completely vulnerable he was
to the man, now that he bore this mark, he let himself
be led by the elbow gently to the door and from the room, out into a wide
lavish corridor.

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