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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38078 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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
- 16-Ch 16
- 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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He walked down the stairs from the headmaster�s office with
a smug smirk.�

Dumbledore had been there when he had arrived
fortunately.� When he had asked
headmaster Dippet to confirm his acceptance of Dumbledore�s
suggestion -

(namely that he, in light of his own position far ahead of the grade, might
take the day and weekend to assist Caed with catching
up on his subjects � as the boy had come to Dumbledore this morning expressing
that he only needed a few good days tuition to catch up and could he please
participate in charms?)

- Dumbledore had been nearly apoplectic with barely hidden rage.�

He had tried to say that Tom had misunderstood.�

Tom had countered that Caed
remembered it well, since he had been there and he could go and fetch the boy
if it would clear up the confusion.�

Dumbledore had detracted and shifted attention and generally tried to move Dippet (who looked more than bemused by the argument after
a morning of caterwauling alarm charms, four fully flooded floors and three
others suddenly infested with transfigured nifflers
and beetlebats) to forget the point of the
conversation.�

Tom moved it back on course skilfully each time and reiterated his wish to
retrieve Caed to make his case himself.�

Eventually, seething, Dumbledore had backed down and
endorsed the plan, unwilling to have Caed brought in
and the events of the morning perhaps exposed, in the headmaster�s office, in
front of countless former headmasters who could not be obliviated and who could provide evidence in the wizengamot against him.�

It was rather a suicidal bluff, since Tom was not willing to risk� that level of exposure either � so he
felt elated and powerful when Dumbledore gave in first.��

Dippet though seemed to be
operating on an entirely different
understanding of the situation and, to Tom�s mild surprise accepted the
suggestion immediately.�

He had at least expected him to make some protests about Tom sacrificing his
own studies.. or about Caed missing three classes.�

The mystery was solved when he winked at Tom conspiratorially as he was leaving
the room.�

For the first time he wondered briefly whether Dippet might not be quite as daft as he gave the impression
of being.. he was after all a
Slytherin.�

He chastised himself for the thought.� Dippet supposing that he wanted to skip class for an
officially sanctioned day of shagging only served to confirm the man�s obtuse daftness.��

He�
had barely stepped out into the corridor when Dumbledore caught
up with him angrily and demanded in a tight voice �Mr Riddle.� I would like to speak with you immediately in
my office.��

Tom snorted, amused, raising his eyebrows and responded
insolently �With all due respect,
Professor � I have seen the state Caedmon Piper was in after being in your
office alone with you.� I believe I will
have this discussion here.. in the presence of portraits who
might report my assault should you try to hex or drug me.��

Dumbledore glared acidly and cast a muffling charm Tom recognised.�

He fixed his face into that of the ever diligent head boy
and prepared for the confrontation he had known would come.�

�Where is he?� the professor growled.�

Tom shrugged equivocably. �Who can
say.� Somewhere safe.� Why
are you questioning him about Grindelwald?�

He told me that you were pressing him for information about the future.�

I gave him the enchanted necklace in protection of both of you � him against you and you against your own apparent temptation.�

What is your interest in Grindelwald in particular,
Professor?��

He thought for a moment that Dumbledore might actually
attempt to hex him.�

�I do not believe for a minute that you are truly interested
in the answer, Tom, nor am I obligated to provide any
answer at all to a student. However my
interest in Grindelwald is the same shared by the entire british wizarding world.�

He must be stopped!�

His barbaric purges are tearing Europe apart.�

He is a dark wizard..
It is every wizard�s duty to fight
against the spread of dark magic.��

Tom shook his head faintly.�
This was too easy. ��

�So you are determined to stand against him?� You sought information on whether he would be
defeated.. how and by whom.. in order to hasten that outcome?��

Dumbledore responded unhesitatingly that he was and did and
asserted that Tom of all people
should be eager to assist him to bring down the madman, in light of his own
heritage.��

Tom smiled thinly, imagining drowning the bastard in a pot of boiling oil.

Forcing himself to remain polite and responsible he probed
carefully�

�So.. whatever connection
you may have at one time had with Grindelwald � those
are Caed�s words, not my own, professor � you now
wish only to see him defeated?..��

he plastered a hopeful look on his face and Dumbledore
ate it up.�

�Yes Tom.� I wish only to see Grindelwald
stopped.� He must be imprisoned for his
crimes!�

Now.. where is Caedmon?!� It is imperative that I finish our
conversation.� Take me to him.��

Tom looked at Dumbledore pensively.�

He was sorely tempted to use the information Grindelwald
had given him.. but the man
had been extremely clear on that point.�
He needed his permission.�

It grated against Tom to ask anyone
for permission.. but� Grindelwald
had been useful.. the charm he had given had probably
prevented Caed from revealing any more information
than he had.� And..if
the mark upon Tom�s chest operated at all similarly to his own marks, it was
likely that he could be placed in considerable pain regardless how he might
shield or distance himself, should the dark wizard be displeased with his
decision to act independently.�

More importantly � if Grindelwald
was not angry with him, on their next
meeting he might follow through with his agreement to share knowledge and allow
Tom access to his library.

�No.. I�m sorry.� I need to think about this first professor. Caed is vulnerable at present and I have promised to
protect him.�

I will speak with Caed about your wish.� I will try to persuade him of the importance
of this matter.��

Dumbledore�s cheeks darkened with temper. �That is unacceptable Tom!� You have no authority to deny a professor
access to a student.�

You will bring me to him immediately
or there will be repercussions.� Far reaching implications
� for your future.��

Tom stiffened and narrowed his eyes at Dumbledore.�

�I believe you are threatening me,
professor Dumbledore.. after physically restraining, drugging and interrogating another vulnerable orphan already this
morning and in the process breaking every ministry regulation regarding
interaction with victims of temporal displacement.

Perhaps we should end this conversation now and you might think about your
actions.��

Dumbledore flicked off a spell without warning, to Tom�s
astonishment.� He had not expected the
man to lose control to that extent.�

It bounced harmlessly off his high level shield.�

It had been colourless but reflected in a silvery
splash.�

It was not dark but bordering on it � some kind of influence
spell, Tom thought.� It always paid to be
safe rather than sorry when dealing with enemies.�

Tom glanced at the portrait of a shepherd boy on a hillside
who had pulled a horrified face and now ran off out of the side of the
frame.� An elderly lady wearing a tiara
next to that picture looked equally dismayed and shook her head, tutting.�

He looked scornfully at Dumbledore.� He
had not thought the man was that foolish.

�I hope you know who that portrait reports to, Sir.� I will see you if I am summoned to provide an
explanation for why the head boy was hexed with an offensive spell out of the
blue in an open corridor.�

Do not attempt to follow me please - or to locate Caed.� I feel he is in significant danger in your
presence at the moment.�

If you try to harm either of us, or indeed any other student to my knowledge
again I will have to see about taking further action.�

I would prefer you did not put me in that position, Sir.��

He didn�t wait for Dumbledore�s sputtered enraged answer but
turned, confident in his shielding and strode quickly off down the corridor,
after a few steps casting a disillusionment charm, silencing himself and
breaking into a sprint.�

He took the first best passage and spent half an hour
running disillusioned around the castle and throwing detection spells off at
intervals to see if he was followed.�

Finally he felt secure returning to the hideaway room.�

As he slipped in quickly he breathed a sigh of relief.� Caed was lying on
the chaise lounge on his back, his eyes closed, apparently sleeping
safely.�

Sensing the weight of eyes upon him he turned and saw Antonin hidden in the shadows on the wall with the
door.�

He smiled approvingly.� Antonin had been a good choice. He wondered whether the
Russian might have taken advantage of Caed�s state.�

The black eyed boy stood without prompting, apparently
already realising that he would not be needed further.�

�A useful potion, whatever did that to him.� he observed
suggestively.�

�What did you ask?� Tom demanded softly.

The Russian smiled secretively and shook his head�

�Nothing of concern.� Ask him.� He will tell you.� I will see you later perhaps my Lord.�� He inclined his head and moved to the
passage.�

Tom let him go with a nod back, pleased at Antonin�s obvious immediate acceptance of the new title,
and turned back to the sleeping boy.�

He should despise him, he realised.�

He should hate him.� Caed had apparently destroyed most of his soul..�

But he found he couldn�t quite pull together the
feeling.�

He was a horcrux.. it explained the tingling.. the
great sense of comfort when the boy was close..�

He wondered how it had happened � apparently it was not intentional.� Caed had known he
intended to make seven horcruxes.� Obviously that
information would one day become public in some way.�

And he had in the future for some reason decided to send his last remaining horcrux back to the past.�

Why?� It seemed a dangerous plan.�

Was he vulnerable again in the future now?�

He thought again about Caed
finding the diary.. it made
sense now that the boy had passed his wards without difficulty.. that he had found the diary hidden twice.�

But... it was somehow morbid and distasteful that the boy was so interested in
talking with the soul fragment in the book, in light of what he would do.. what he had already done.�

On the other hand.. perhaps that was the reason behind it.�

Perhaps Caed felt some form of
remorse?�

Tom snorted.�

He would be waiting a long time if he tried to seek forgiveness and redemption
from any part of Tom�s soul.�

He may not be able to hate him.. may not desire to see the boy dead.. but
that did not mean that he would not suffer for his actions.�

Not now.� Not while he was in this
state.� He wanted to see the
understanding in the green eyes.�

Perhaps though..knowing what would happen was the key.�

Perhaps if he knew exactly what had occurred, he might find some loophole in
reality into which he could insert a crowbar.�

Surely that would be the reason he had sent the boy
here.��

He stepped close and carefully transfigured the chaise below
the boy until it was wide enough for two and then lowered himself to lie beside
Caed.�

The blonde stirred slightly and then, as if influenced by a deeper gravity,
turned and curled up against Tom.

�Wake up� he whispered next to the soft shell of Caed�s ear.�

�Mmmm..� Caed purred and snuggled closer.

Tom snorted and stroked the blonde hair out of the boy�s eyes.�

�Wake up my beautiful pet� he urged.�

�m�ntapet� Caed
mumbled, not opening his eyes.�

Tom stroked him.� �No?� What are you to me then?��

Caed�s response was soft and
sounded sad.� �I don�t know...��

�What did Antonin ask you?� Tom
wondered aloud, remembering suddenly.�

The boy in his arms flinched.�

Interest piqued he asked again.�

�He asked me what was wrong with me and if you did it��

�And?� What else?� �

Caed ducked his head and mumbled
the answer against Tom�s chest.�

He could make it out even so.�

�How I feel toward you.� Whether..whether I�m in love with you. Whether-...��

Tom dragged Caed�s face up with a
finger under his chin. �Whether-?��

Caed looked uncomfortable and avoidant.�

Tom kissed him lightly and brushed his lips over the soft angular
cheekbone.�

�Tell me� he murmured.�

Caed sighed

�Whether I�d give my life for you..� he breathed.�

Tom�s lips quirked in surprise.� He hadn�t expected that.�

�And?� What did you answer?��

Caed tried to kiss him and he let
him for a minute or two, giving himself over to the deep satisfying tingle of
meshing with the boy like this.�

When it seemed like Caed was trying to escape the
question altogether he gently pulled away and fixed him with a questioning
expression.�

The green eyes dropped unhappily and he detected a blush.�

�Caed?� he whispered.�

The boy sighed deeply and answered �I told him you didn�t do
it.� I said Dumbledore drugged me.�

I... I told him I feel unsure and confused about you.� I don�t know what to think.�

I�m...afraid... of you.� And I feel bad.� Guilty.� About..what we
talked about after I woke up this morning.�

And it just makes me even more unsure and worried.�

And.. and I feel excited
and..safe..sometimes.. and ...happy��

Tom kissed his forehead, pleased � Caed
did seem to be experiencing remorse.�

Normally he despised remorse in others � it was a sign of a weak character.. however in this particular
instance, remorse in Caed was a useful thing.�

�Mm?� he prompted him.�

He could feel the boy start to tremble under his fingertips and wondered
whether he was fighting not to answer the remaining questions or whether the
answers themselves made him tremble.�

Caed�s voice was barely there at
all when he answered. �Yes.. I ..I
am... �I..told him i�m in-...�

He heard Caed
swallow and whisper desperately� �It just
came out.� I-I don�t..
It�s not..� I don�t
want to be..��

The boy shook harder.�

Tom marvelled at the strangely warm feeling hearing that the
boy was in love with him created inside.�

Peculiar.� He
couldn�t remember really wanting another�s love.. ever.. although he had been informed he possessed it in various
desperate fanatical pleading tones over the years.�

Elana had only last night told him over and over she
loved him and begged him not to go...

Adorno Prince was perhaps the
worst - he had been quite obsessed with
love for him.. had composed
poetry and music in his honour and done anything
required of him.�

Once Tom had given him to Gyphus to
fuck, for a laugh.� The little
wretch had cried and pleaded, confused and hurt, but had done as asked rather
than �disappoint� Tom.�

By the end of Tom�s little affair with him, Adorno
had practically climaxed on command. �He�d
hardly needed to touch him at all to bring him off..or
he could conversely refuse to allow him to come for hours.. use
him over and over and leave him wanting, if the boy displeased him.�

Adorno was utterly destroyed when tom lost interest in
shagging him.� These days he was quiet
and withdrawn from the others in Slytherin.�

Tom had instructed him not to attempt to speak with him or his friends again
and, to his credit, the boy had not needed to be reminded and had not made any
problems.�

Sometimes he would catch him staring in his direction with a
lost, sorrowful longing expression.�

It pleased him to know that Adorno still had not
recovered, a year later. �He hoped he
never would. �

Before Caed had come, he occasionally enjoyed salting
the wound by smiling at the boy or parading others in front of him.�

Adorno left quickly whenever he saw him with Elana � knowing the display that would inevitably follow if
Tom noticed him there.�

He hadn�t thought much about love in the case of Caed, beyond an instrumental value in bringing the boy to
talk.. but inexplicably he
found it pleased him greatly. �

It...wasnt the same kind of
satisfaction he had felt at possessing Adorno�s or
any of the others� love.� It was..strangely gripping.. moving..

it..meant more than mere amusement inexplicably.�

He held Caed more tightly and
experienced a sudden rush of overwhelming possessiveness.�

This pretty creature belonged to him utterly.�

He would protect it. No one else would have Caed.� Ever.� He would have him in every way it was
possible to have another.�

No other hand would ever know him.�

A sudden perverse desire to hear the actual words of love
spoken aloud flickered through him and he crushed it under the bootheel of reason.

He could feel Caed�s hands clench
in the robe on his back and then the blonde breathed against his chest faintly

�Yes.. I would...give
my life.��

The strange warmth inside increased to a roaring fire and he
dragged the boy�s head back by his hair and kissed him passionately
.� Caed
whimpered into his mouth and responded with helpless abandon.�

�I want to be in you� he growled low between fiery kisses
and, noticing that the boy was crying, licked away the trails of salty tears on
his cheeks.�

Caed nodded and kissed him again, almost as if in
despair.�

Tom didn�t bother divesting their clothes but simply vanished them, casting the colonic and lubrication spells
quickly, lifting Caed�s leg and pushing him roughly
onto his back to position the boy sufficiently.�

When he embedded himself deeply with one hard thrust through the unprepared
ring of the boy, Caed yelped and cried more.�

He kissed and licked the tears away� and
moved more carefully until he rested skin against skin, balls deep inside him
and then he drowned the faint gaspy sobs in a deep
hungry kiss.�

He didn�t start moving until Caed started to squirm
beneath him and then only in tiny grinding circles as he rubbed his own abdomen
against the blonde�s hard cock.�

Caed�s gasps had changed and he
moaned in pleasure.�

Tom drew back to look down on him..
he was breathtaking.. the
pale green eyes half lidded in lust drunk abandon.�

�Feels..so good..� he mumbled.. �Please.. move..� need you to
move..��

Tom leaned down and caught his lips again, teasing him as he
drew slowly back.�

The grunt of pleasure the boy expelled when he drove back into him hard was
delicious.� He did it again and again, enjoying
the smack of their flesh and the groans and whimpers.�

He leaned down and whispered through his exertions in Caed�s
ear. �mine.. forever..� beautiful..��

The boy seemed to shudder all over and moaned loudly.� His arse fluttered around him.�

Tom looked at him in delight.� He hadn�t
spilled but it had felt very much like the boy had come apart for a few
seconds.�

His arms dragged Tom down for a bestial kiss, tongues sliding and wrestling
slickly.� Tom felt himself losing his
rhythm.. climbing too rapidly
to the crest of his pleasure.�

He didn�t want to stop.�
He wanted to let the hot tight glove of the boy pull him over the
edge.�

Quickly he reached a hand between them for Caed�s cock.� It was
weepy and throbbing.�

The boy wailed into his mouth when he started to stroke it in time with his
thrusts.�

He broke away from the kiss and looked into the euphoric
face.�

Caed was rocking his hips eagerly between the hand on
his cock and the cock in his arse, obviously chasing his own release and looked
up with something like overexcited, faintly confused wonder.�

�Tom..� he moaned in rapture, lifting his legs higher
and pushing his arse against him.

The impression overcame him suddenly and Tom felt himself
lose control, groaning in sudden release as ecstasy blunted his mind and the
pale green eyes, rolling back in bliss seemed to fill his entire perceptive world.
�

Distantly he heard Caed�s own cries
and felt the warm droplets painting both their chests.�

He pumped the boy still.. fucking
him in thrilling spasms as he sucked out the last marrow of the climax ...till
he let himself sink down in sated contentment, kissing the equally dazed and
exhausted face below.�

He started to pull out but Caed�s
arse clenched, making him jump and shiver sensitively.

�No!!� the boy protested. �Please.. don�t
go yet..��

Tom reluctantly let the arms pull him down to lie on top of
the suddenly clingy blonde.� The legs
that were still slung around him were loose and he felt them shift slightly as Caed made himself comfortable beneath him.�

A kiss was pressed to his forehead, making him snort faintly against Caed�s collarbone at the strange juxtaposition of the
aftermath.�

They lay in stillness for a while until it began to get cold
and Tom cast warming charms.�

�Caed?...�
he asked quietly..hoping to get the exact note of
intimacy needed across to the boy.�

�Mm?� Caed
murmured, sounding half asleep.�

Tom waited for a moment.

�I had a small fight with Dumbledore in the corridors on the
way here.� He tried to hex me.��

Caed tensed beneath him.� He felt the boy�s sphincter tighten
automatically around his soft cock and he twitched slightly in response.�

�what I�m saying is..you are
on my side now, aren�t you?� Against him?� That was what you meant before when you said
you�d give your life for me?��

Caed didn�t respond.�

Tom frowned slightly.�
Was the potion still working?�

�I..don�t know.�� Yeah.. I
guess.� Yes.� Caed
said uncertainly.�

Tom nodded against his skin, irritated at how long it had
taken for him to answer.�

�How did you find my horcruxes and
how did you destroy them?�� he asked decisively.�

Caed growled and pushed his
shoulder angrily. �I�m not telling you!� You�ll
just try and stop it and you can�t.� It�s
already happened.� You shouldn�t even
know about them.�

Dumbledore is a massive asshole for giving me veritaserum��

Tom raised his head and recognised the clarity in the pale
eyes.� The potion had worn off.�

He had thought he had six hours.. it
had barely been three.�

Damn.� If he hadn�t
wasted time fucking him...�

He nodded again resignedly and dropped his head back
down.�

Breakfast wasn�t even finished in the great hall.� They could still go to class, he considered
although it was a half hearted thought.. it did lead to another more useful one though.� Caed would, more
than likely, wish to skip classes.�

�I... did persuade Dippet to give
us both the day off..� he said neutrally.

�But if you are no longer affected by the potion then I suppose there is no
reason for you to miss charms.�

Caed�s breath caught and he huffed
frustratedly.�
�So either I tell you or you�ll make me go to classes, is that it?��

Tom raised himself up, feeling his soft cock slip out of the
blonde�s arse completely now, and fixed Caed with a
playful smirk.�

�If you answer.. I�ll reward you..
and you
won�t need to go to class all day.. otherwise.. you could go to class and we could spend the weekend working
on charms and arithmancy.��

Caed rolled his eyes.�

�I�ll tell you about one.. and you�ll reward me and all the
rest.��

Tom smirked. �Two.��

�ONE!� Caed growled.

Tom�s smirk widened and he stated quietly �two�, moving down
the other boy�s body until he could lean down and lick at the soft cock, sticky
with the blonde�s strangely sweet cum.�

Caed gasped and his cock stiffened dramatically.�

It seemed, Tom thought, that Caed very much liked the sight of him licking
and sucking him.� He reacted very quickly
to it.

�One..�� Caed whispered
desperately.�

Tom sucked the half hard cock into his mouth and felt it
harden to rock against his tongue.� He
swirled and suckled before releasing and looking up in amusement.�

�Two.. and if you don�t
accept it now.. it will be three the next time I come
up..or I�ll petrify you and keep you on the edge for
an hour .. and then make you go to class in that
condition.��

He dropped his head and worked the hard stick again, wringing groans and
expletives from Caed.�

The boy moved helplessly, fucking his mouth gently.� He found he didn�t mind it.�

Looking up with his lips still tight around the boy�s shaft
he saw him biting his lip, deliciously undone again.�

He raised a sardonic eyebrow at him and Caed
nodded vigorously.�

�Ok.. two.. please.. deeper..��

The plea dissolved into a delighted gurgle as Tom opened his
throat and swallowed the whole length of him; impatient to get to the matter at
hand � which was impossible with the boy so excited.�

He finished him quickly.

Caed wove his fingers through his hair and Tom,
surprised at himself, allowed it.. Allowed the blonde
to guide him, urge him deeper.�

The way Caed�s fingers teased gently at his scalp
felt unexpectedly pleasant.� He didn�t
try to pull or push or force the movement.. he didn�t try to take over.. Tom had the feeling that Caed mainly wished to touch him.. reciprocate the contact.�

When he came with a whimper and an ohhh
of pleasure, Tom sucked him dry.�

It was just as he was swallowing that an idea came to him out of the blue.� He hadn�t even been thinking about the matter
in question.. but suddenly he
had an idea that, at least in theory, seemed perhaps a useful starting point
for further thought. Perhaps he could somehow connect the diary to something
else. Another magical object.� Perhaps create a second book..populate it differently. Or.. a crystal ball?� An oculum?�

Something to give the horcrux a
view into this world?�

He made a mentalnote of it and
crawled up Caed�s body to lie beside him and hold him
in the aftermath.�

After a few minutes of stroking his arm and chest slowly, Caed finally began to speak.

After he had installed the blonde on his sofa with a list of
charms, defense spells and transfigurations to
practice (Caed was furious at the prospect of having
to study after all, when he�d told
him about the cup and award horcruxes and expected to
be coddled, hugged and romanced for hours for it) -he slipped out of the castle
and down to the forbidden forest, creating an illegal portkey
as soon as he was out of the wards and travelling to Antonin�s
family estate.�

Once there it was a small matter to have a servant floo Evgene Petrovich
to ask permission for the use of an owl.�

Granted, he sent the two securely warded phials of memories off to Grindelwald.� The
first contained Dumbledores argument from the morning
and the second Caed�s veritaserum
mediated response to the interrogation on Grindelwald�s
defeat.�

He had considered activating his mark and having the wizard come to him but he
suspected that if he did that he wouldn�t get away again quickly and he�d made
no preparations with Caed for an extended
absence.�

More importantly � there were other things he wanted to do today, namely to look through the
library to see whether there was anything that would suggest how successful
increasing the scope of the diary with some secondary object was likely to
be.��

He portkeyed back and crept back
into the castle past the great hall where he could hear that the rest of the
school was having lunch.�

Caed.. he
would have lunch with Caed and then he would look
into the matter of the diary.�

Hurrying upstairs he let himself into his room.� The boy was sitting at the desk writing in
the diary.�

Frowning slightly he cast disillusionement and
silencing charms on himself and closed the door noiselessly, then stalked over �and peered past Caed�s shoulder at the words being shown on the page.

Prove it.

if you truly regret it � you will do all you can to
undo what you have done.� You will offer
me the information I require to find loopholes that comply with the events you
recall in the timeline.

He looked at the torn expression on Caed�s face and
the way he fiddled with the quill and waited thoughtfully.�

His other self was being quite useful again it seemed.�

But it can�t be undone.� It
happened.� I�ll destroy everything if I
try to stop it!

Tom bit his tongue against the logical protests that welled up inside himself at that and smirked when the diary voiced them all.

Don�t be ridiculous.� It is impossible to
destroy everything.

Do you imagine you are the first victim of temporal displacement?!� �

Whatever you do here
and now will lead to the events you
remember � yes � but you must consider that you do not have a universal
perspective.� Your viewpoint is
subjective.� �

The interpretation you have of events is limited by context and your own
knowledge.� �

Perhaps things were
not as they seemed to you then.�

If you wish to help
me you will assist me to build an impression of the parameters we have to work
within.�

If I know how things must appear.. then I may find a way to escape
destruction while recreating the memories you have.�

Tom agreed wholeheartedly and in fact that was the very approach he was taking
himself.�

Caed chewed on the end of the feather quill and Tom
had to clench his fists to prevent himself from cuffing his ear and removing
it.� Didn�t the little twit know the
kinds of diseases birds carried?!�

Maybe..

but..I don�t know if I should help you..

you�re terrible.�
You destroy the whole wizarding world.�

Maybe I feel a bit
guilty and I�d really rather you didn�t die but I don�t think that everyone
else in the country would agree with me.

I really don�t think that myrtle or hagrid would
agree!�

All the people you
killed � wizarding and muggle
� it was SO hard to find all your horcruxes and even
harder to get rid of them.�

You almost killed me
dozens of times in my life so far.� It�s
easy to forget about that here.� You�re
so drop dead gorgeous and you�ve been nice to me but in my time you�re an insane snake faced
monster.�

What am I even saying
� HERE you�re a monster too!� On
Wednesday you made some poor guy eat human flesh, and then you tried to
convince some girl she had damned herself to hell.� And.. and you shagged her even though you�d only JUST bound
us.� I need to stop being so stupid.�

Snake-faced?

Are you speaking metaphorically?

Tom sighed inwardly. �Caed
had himself filled some �poor girl�s� breasts with boiling tar � it really
seemed to him that his own little games were more innocuous.�

Obviously the boy still felt betrayed.�

He cancelled his disillusionment charm and put his hand on Caed�s shoulder slowly.�

The boy nearly jumped out of his skin.�

Exactly that reaction he�d hoped to avoid by moving slowly.�

Wide frightened green eyes turned to him, flicking back down
to the diary and then back up.� Caed apparently expected to be punished.�

He softened his eyes and let his hand move to massage the boy�s shoulder
gently. �It�s quite alright.� He said quietly.�
�You are safe.��

He saw the blonde�s throat work as if his mouth had gone
dry.�

�Move.. I wish to write.� he said
as gently as he could.� Caed nodded and got up.�

Seating himself he took up the quill and wrote quickly

Caed is standing to the side here.�

I have been wondering
whether it might be possible to tie the diary to a physical object.. perhaps a crystal or a window or
even a second book. Have you read anything that might support such a plan?

I have been scouring the library
constantly since we spoke � when I was not speaking with Caed.�

There is nothing here
that seems helpful.�

There are no books at
all that deal with horcruxes, obviously � but the
texts on cursed and possessed objects do not offer anything of value.�

Perhaps
the malfoy or black libraries?�

If you did manage to
do it � it might override the ethivoric charms on the
diary.�

I might not be able to resurrect at all.

Well.. it seemed like the
most feasible option for broadening the dimensions of your reality.��

and perhaps you might survive the basilisk
venom if there were a refuge to retreat to.�
then again.. its possible the poison would simply spread across
the connection.

::What
happened when you visited Grindelwald?::

Tom hesitated at the question, glancing back at Caed
uneasily even though reason informed him that the boy would simply see a line
of squiggles and dots.�

He didn�t want to answer.�

He knew the diary horcrux would be furious if he told him he was foolish
enough to allow himself to be marked � He was furious with himself already..

...and if he heard about the parameters of the marking...�

worse.. it might decide to
tell Caed at some point.�

The fear wasn�t entirely rational, he knew but he did not want the
blonde to find out.

::He was not initially very receptive but in the end
he entered an agreement with me.::

::And what did you agree upon?::

::perhaps we might
discuss it another time.:: �I will speak with Abraxas
regar

He paused midway through the word and sighed.�

He knew himself that there was a much
more likely prospect for works on the darkest magic.�

The malfoy library was diverse and held
an enviable wealth of information on dark magic, spells and potions - however
he had looked through it on several occasions when he was searching for
information on horcruxes and the literature it held
had been vague and unhelpful.�

Perhaps Carvell Malfoy kept
a hidden cache of his most illegal books but if so � he would unlikely divulge
the contents to Tom.� The man had been
quite frosty to him in the past, despite his best efforts.

Carvell�s view of him was even less accommodating
than Grindelwald�s had been, since the man had no
idea he was descended from the great founder, Salazar Slytherin.�

The black library was tiny in comparison with the Malfoy collection.�

His best bet was probably elsewhere.�

If the German did not possess what he needed, chances were that he would be
able to lay hands upon something if he truly desired to.

I will speak with Grindelwald. If he possesses
something of use I will need to exchange something of comparable value for it.

He was
interested in Slytherin�s library.�

Do we wish
to share something of real worth or merely offer a taste?

Perhaps Slytherin�s second
workbook.� It will need to be
translated.

I will have it finished by tomorrow evening if I begin immediately..

I will take care of half of it � from the diagram of the Cipry
beetles � that way we shall be finished tonight.

�If I leave tomorrow early then perhaps he will
not keep me too long.

�The man surely must have things to
do.� The paper reported that he took the
Italian ministry of magic yesterday!

The movement of Caed behind him drew his
attention.� The boy had turned away with
an angry concerned expression.

�Caed?� he asked softly.�

�I don�t want you to go!� the tight-voiced response came. �

He smiled weakly.

�Come now.. don�t
be childish.� I�m a monster � as you
say.�

Besides � if anything were to happen to me you have a replacement right
here.��

Caed�s head shot around in wretched guilt.

�I�m sorry.. I..shouldnt
have said that.� About you being a
monster.� Please don�t go!��

He glanced at the words on the page

We will speak about Grindelwald later then.

I will go and retrieve the text at once.�

Caed moved close and asked quietly �What did happen when you went there?� I meant to ask but..
well.. the mark.. and the binding and..and
everything...��

Tom cursed inwardly.�

�It actually went better than I expected� he responded lightly. �I spent longer
arranging to meet him than I did in his presence.� He had me chained in his dungeon for all of
twenty minutes perhaps and then we spoke civily in
his study.�

He agreed to give me the information I required about Dumbledore��

Caed�s brow furrowed. �For nothing?� That
makes no sense.� What did you agree to
give him?!��

Tom looked away.� �I
agreed to share some of Slytherin�s private
library.� As I said.��

Caed stepped even closer
�Tom??� What else?��

He stood and moved away, distancing himself when he knew he
should turn and lie openly.�

�Nothing of significance� he muttered� �I need to go to the chamber.� Wait here.��

Caed followed him quickly,
scooping up the diary.�

�No � I want to come with you.��

This wasn�t ideal.� He
wanted the boy away from him � hopefully he�d forget his questions by the time
he had returned to him.�

�It�s better that you remain here and work on-�� Caed bared
his teeth at him in a snarl.� The
surprise of it stopped him mid sentence�

�No!� I want to come
with you!� he growled, pushing past and going to the door.�

�Fine� Tom huffed irritably.

�You will be in the way.� Go and get your
text books.� You can work down there while I translate the notebook.�

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