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Crimson Ink	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 61620 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Pairing: Yaoi M/M, Harem – seme Harry x uke de-aged Severus / Tom / Lucius
Last Time:
Over the next couple hours Harry and Tom played little games to help improve on his spelling, handwriting and math. Until Tom asked what time it was and told Harry to go to bed. For the first time in years Harry slept peacefully feeling like he made a friend …
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*bang*bang* Harry jolted up from his bed as he heard someone bash the door to the cupboard …
“wake up you lazy brat and make my breakfast” Ms. Figg snapped through the door.
Harry hopped up feeling very cheery compared to the usual “yes Ms. Figg” he said obediently as he tucked Tom’s journal far under the bed and out of sight. He came out of the cupboard and went to the kitchen.
Ms. Figg paid no attention to him as he set things up to cook “bacon, two eggs scrambled, French toast and a fruit smoothie” she ordered without taking her eyes off the TV.
The young boy didn’t even answer. He just started filling the order … he pulled out a step stool and grabbed the ingredients needed out of he frig … making sure to check that the cake was safe first. It wouldn’t be the first time Ms. Figg did something to get him in trouble like take a bite out of a cake before he could serve it. By using his baggy threadbare shirt as a basket he managed to carry everything to the counter and begin preparing them.
As he set the strips of bacon in a frying pan to sizzle he cracked two eggs into another pan and hopped off the stool to grab a whisk. He flipped the bacon as he set he whisked eggs aside to cook a little then started the toast. The batter was easy to whip up and he soaked the pieces of bread in it …
The crispy bacon was slid onto a plate and next to the eggs before he set up the French toast. As the toast sizzled he chopped up some fruit and put them in the blender. He made the mistake of running the blender when someone as watching a show before and was punished severely for it. It was the memory of his raw bloody back covered in lashes from his uncle’s belt that kept him from pressing the button until a commercial came on he let the blender do its job.
With the smoothie completed he flipped the three pieces of toast and hopped off the stool. It took a moment of searching the pantry, but the boy finally pulled out a fold up table. After placing the portable table he put the smoothie and silverware on it and hopped back on the stool to get the plate of eggs and bacon. Once the plate joined the drink he put the perfectly cooked French toast pieces on top of each other and dusted with powered sugar on a separate plate …
Ms. Figg hated it when sweet foods touched the non sweet foods so he had to separate them and even give her fresh silverware too. Harry grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and took them over to Ms. Figg. He set them on the table and waited for any other instructions …
“boy, strawberries and whip cream today. Hurry up” Ms. Figg huffed as Harry scurried off and brought back a can of whip cream and extra strawberries he cut when making the smoothie. The strawberries were placed next to the French toast. Then harry aimed the cream and sprayed the cream onto the plate watching for Ms. Figg to signal him to stop before returning the whip cream to the frig. He came back to wait for anything else. The child’s tummy twisted painfully in hunger, but he said nothing. Just waited to take the plates when his sitter was done …
The squib gobbled down her eggs and bacon as she watched the TV “soon the baby will be born … wonder who the father is?” she mumbled as she watched her favorite drama she set to record the night before.
Harry took the empty plate and silverware and went to the kitchen. He quickly returned with fresh silverware. It was painful to watch the squib drizzle maple syrup on the French toast and dip each piece she cut away into the whip cream so he focused on anything else. Green eyes soon landed on the cupboard …
Tom was a really nice person and he couldn’t wait to talk to him again. Problem was that he used up the last of his broken pencils. If he wanted more he’d have to take one and that could be dangerous. The best chance he had was to wait for Ms. Figg to stop eating and as he takes the plates away he can snatch a pencil.
“Vernon should be here soon” the squib mumbled as she finished her food. Harry took the plate and silverware first then returned to take the maple syrup and fold up table. Everything was put away so Harry carefully slipped his hand in a drawer and took the least noticeable pencil and put in his baggy pocket as he started washing the dishes.
“We’re Back!” came Petunia’s shrill voice. Dudley ran into the room knocking Harry’s stool making him fall just as his aunt came in “get up you lazy waste of space. Finish cleaning and go to your room” she scowled making Harry jump off the ground and go back to cleaning as Vernon lumbered in.
Ms. Figg smirked at the boy cleaning the dishes before turning to Petunia and Vernon “I hope you had a good time”
Vernon smiled “it was wonderful! Thank you for putting up with the freak”
“no problem at all, someone has to keep him in line. Bye Dudley!” Ms. Figg left through the front door.
“bye Ms. Figg!” once the old squib was gone the fat boy smirked “where’s my cake freak?”
Petunia gasped as if she forgot “that’s right! Go get my Dudders his cake and bring out that ice cream”
Harry washed his hands quickly and ran to the frig with the step stool and carefully pulled the cake out. No one moved to help him. They just sat at the table and watching hoping he’d trip, but he didn’t and left to get the ice cream. The cake looked delectable! Perfectly iced frosting and decorated with M&Ms on the sides and colored sprinkles on top perfectly arranged to look like a firework exploding.
“what kind of cake?” Petunia asked as she looked at the cake with a hint of jealousy. She was never able to get her cakes to look so good. Of course she isn’t baking under the threat of intense pain and starvation.
“Brownie cake Aunt Petunia” Harry answered as he set the ice cream container on the table with three plates and forks balanced on top. Brownie cake was always a safe bet since both Dudley and Vernon loved it.
The plates were past out and Harry carefully gave each person a slice paired with a scoop of Fudge Swirl ice cream. As usual the skinny child was forced to watch from the sidelines. He also wasn’t allowed to sit on any furniture except the rickety stool he uses to reach everything he needs to complete his chores. Vernon let him use hoping it’d break and Harry would be hurt, but for some reason the rusty thing has yet to break.
Once the meal was done Dudley ran off to play his video games and Petunia pulled Vernon aside “honey … don’t you think that cake looked a little too good” she whispered.
“yes actually” Vernon’s beady eyes narrowed in on the boy washing more dishes “I’ll handle it my Pet. Get me a belt” she left and returned with a belt. Vernon dragged the petrified boy upstairs. Petunia turned up the volume of the TV so Dudley couldn’t hear the screams of her nephew as he was being beaten.
“serves you right freak” she muttered smugly …
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(I swear Tom when I find you I’m going to punch you for causing such a mess) Peter huffed in his rat form making his fur puff out a little from his spot on the table. He shifted through the documents that were in Arthur’s bag before he slipped them out. Thankfully for Peter’s need for information Arthur was given a shift in the accidental magic branch of the Ministry. Technically it was to get more money to feed their gluttonous offspring, but Peter didn’t care.
The division is apparently also responsible for strange events that were possibly magic related. Peter’s eyes landed on a document that seemed a little odd to him. The incident was about a set of small possessions that made people and animals act weird in Albania.
Albania … Peter’s eyes widened and a smirk formed on the rats lips (I got you now! Wait until Sev hears this … now if only I could find Harry Potter) the Death Eaters were worried about the boy. Those who were loyal to the real not crazy Tom who went around calling himself Voldemort that is …
In fact many would’ve suspected Dumbledore was the dark wizard and that Tom didn’t do anything besides help, but by the time the prophecy came about Tom’s mind has long since begun to slip. When one Severus Snape reported what he overheard in the mistaken sense of trust in the old Tom and Voldemort attacked.
(poor Sev regrets doing that so much. Now it’s time for Scabbers to go. Hell, rats only live for two to tree years so I’m pushing it by being here for over four. They know something is weird soon … I’ll take this information too) Peter skimmed through the report on several accidental magic accounts to see if any would lead to Harry Potter. Lucius has a pensieve he could use so that will save him time.
Just as he was about to go Molly Weasley came into the room and waited at the fireplace. Peter hopped down to a chair, curled up and stayed out of sight while wondering what she was waiting for. Arthur didn’t come home for another three hours. Suddenly the floo came to life …
Dumbledore himself stepped through “Molly so good to see you”
“and you to Albus” a certain rat cringed and slipped under the couch as Molly held Ablus a bit to closely for friends. He wondered what Molly was doing throughout the days when she wasn’t around the kids. Now Peter knows and is trying to erase the mental image …
“now the reason I wanted to talk to you here instead of using our portkey system is because I was- … are these documents?” Albus asked curiously as he spotted the papers Peter was reading.
Molly rolled her eyes as she made some tea “Arthur must’ve left them behind. So Albus, you were saying?”
“ah yes. You know Harry Potter will, of course, be attending Hogwarts in a few years and being that he lives with his muggle aunt and uncle he won’t know much about the magical world” Peter froze in horror at what he just heard. Severus has told him all about Lily’s sister and her beast of a husband. If Harry is with them … oh no, they had to find him fast “since your Ronald is the same age I was hoping you would convince him to guide young Harry and be friends with him”
“oh of course!” she exclaimed “Percy can help too and … no, the twins might not be the best influence. Anyway there will be compensation right?”
Albus chuckled “yes, for both you and Ron … and if you permit Ginny too”
“Ginny? Why Ginny?” Molly said, in a way that implied that she understood what Albus was thinking and that she liked the implied idea.
“it’s as you suspect Molly my dear. Harry will need friends to guide him on the right path and eventually a wife. Your daughter will be the next Lady Potter” Albus watched the smile spread cross Molly’s lips and already knew the response.
Peter bared his rat teeth at the disgusting duo as they went to talk to the kids who were playing in the living room (I have to get out of here) he zipped out the door, but felt magic wrap around him and freezing him in place (what the hell?) he couldn’t move even a finger. Just as he was about to pulse his magic to break the spell on him he smelled Molly walk up behind him and he was hit with something hard.
Molly held the frying pan in one hand as she lifted the stunned and bleeding rat up by its tail “I never liked rats, but I can’t say no to my kids. However if this place is going to be good for Harry then all disgusting pests must go” she walked outside and threw the rat into the tall grass near some hawks. With a flick of her wand the frying pan went to the sink to wash itself off.
A 10 year old Percy ran up to Molly as she sat down with Albus “mommy where’s Scabbers?”
“oh honey, I’m afraid I have some bad news. Now we know Scabbers was a very old rat” Molly said with a hint of smugness in her eyes …
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Lucius looked outside as he felt someone cross their updated wards and saw someone limping towards the house “Peter?. … oh Merlin, Dobby!”
“yes Master Malfoy?” Dobby asked cheerily.
“get Flippy and Flopsy to get guest bedroom on the ground floor ready. Then get Severus, tell him it’s a medical emergency” Lucius yelled as he raced downstairs for the second time in two days.
Narcissa came into the room she saw her husband zip by “Lucius what’s wrong-” her jaw dropped as the front door was thrown open revealing a bloody Peter “Peter what happened to you?!” she ran over to help Lucius support Peter as they went over to the guest bedroom where the two newest house elves were waiting.
Peter groaned as he sat down on the bed “I hate that Weasley woman”
“I take it she is the one responsible for your condition” Severus said as he quickly entered the room with a bag of potions in hand.
“yep” he winced as Severus removed his shirt and began looking at a serious gash on his shoulder “I’ve been living as their pet rat, but apparently she thought rats were not respectable. She froze me with a spell and hit me hard with a frying pan. The crazy witch tossed my stunned body into a hawk’s nest. It was stunned rat vs angry hungry hawk. I couldn’t shift back until the dazed feeling from the frying pan went away” hissed the temporarily rat like man.
Severus sneered “I never liked her. How did you put up with those brats?”
“put up with them?” Peter chuckled slightly before flinching in pain “I was left to raise them!”
Narcissa frowned as she put her hands on her hips “what do you mean? What was she doing that was so important that she would leave her kids with only their pet rat? … not that you aren’t wonderful with Draco” she added sheepishly as Severus gave Peter a few potions.
“I know exactly who she was doing and it’s not her husband-ow owow!” Peter winced when his body suddenly shifted. His beer belly flattened into lean muscle, his teeth straightened perfectly and his skin cleared up revealing a rather handsome man … covered in injuries that is “I hate it when that happens”
The potion master rolled his eyes “if you didn’t spend most of your life as a rat you wouldn’t have that transition stage”
Peter smirked “if certain people stayed out of trouble I wouldn’t need to slither around as a rat-” everyone paused as Peter heard something “Draco is coming, he probably shouldn’t see me like this” Narcissa leapt up just in time and left closing the door behind her with the house elves at her side.
“mommy, what’s going on?” the three adult men heard the child say from the other side of the door.
“nothing important sweety. Why don’t we go play and Flipsy and Flopsy can make some snacks?” the mother suggested.
“ok mommy … will I get my toys back? I miss Uncle Peter’s dragon and Uncle Sev’s potion set. I was almost too” the men could almost hear the child pout and heard Narcissa reassure him before walking away.
Severus scowled “you said the raid was bad enough to get two more elves, but Draco’s toys too? Did the fools really think you’d endanger a child?” he asked while healing the last of the open wounds and changing to placing salves on the scrapes and bruises covering Peter’s arms and legs.
“apparently, but with Peter’s fast acting we don’t have the diary to worry about” Lucius sent the animagus a grateful look “I’ll work on suing them later, were you able to find any information before getting so rudely evicted from your current living arrangement?”
Peter flexed his hand after Severus pulled away indicating he was done healing “yes actually. Our Tom is hiding in Albania. I believe he has been possessing animals incidences of which were reported, but marked as unimportant. I’m sure it’s him signaling for us … and I’m going to need your pensieve Lusius”
“sure. Thankfully the idiot Aurors didn’t find the cellar room, but why do you need it?” asked the Malfoy family head.
“well … Sev you’re going to want to sit down” Peter sighed. Severus’s eyes narrowed as he sat down. There were only a few times Peter told him to sit and it always turns out to be necessary “I found a long list of accidental magic incidences and after finding everything I was about to leave anyway when Dumbledore came into the Burrow … he was setting up a plan to make the Weasley kids ‘guide’ Harry to his side even paying for a future wife- don’t start Sev” Peter warned already sensing his friend’s anger rising “there’s more, much more … Dumbledore made it clear that Harry wasn’t just being raised by random muggles … Harry is under Petunia’s care”
All the color drained from Severus’s face and even Lucius paled too before racing to get the pensieve and a map now understanding Peter’s plan …
Severus began pacing the room as his panic rose “Peter … this isn’t good at all! Harry could be hurt! He can’t be with that woman! She’ll torture him, kill him! … fuck!” Severus was grabbed by Peter before his rant could continue and slowly calmed down.
“I know … we’ll find him. I looked over every address he must be there somewhere. We will get him” Peter said calmly despite being worried himself. They all heard the Petunia stories, none were pretty especially the ones after she met Vernon who nearly killed Lily once before …
Lucius ran in with an object that looked like a stone bowl “I’m going to set this up in the dining room if you can manage Peter”
Peter nodded and with Severus’s help limped to the dining room. The animagus spy pulled a silver ribbon out of his temple with the use of his wand and let it float down into the stone pensieve. Once Lucius spread the map out the men looked in the memory and began marking all the places where Harry may be …
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“get in there and stay in there you freak!” snapped Vernon as he threw Harry into the cupboard so hard that the small boy slammed painfully into the other side. The sound of a padlock clicking into place made the boy whimper … he knew he was going to be in there for a while, but he might be let out to make dinner in a few hours.
One good thing was that he managed to hide the pencil … although …
Harry bit his lip in pain as he pulled the pencil out of his pocket only to see a bit of blood coating the tip. During the beating the sharp point stabbed his leg, but he didn’t mind since he could talk with his new friend. He carefully pulled out the book so as not to worsen the injuries especially the bloody lashes crisscrossing his back under his oversized shirt and found comfortable position to write …
~ Hi Tom
The injured child pouted sadly as he saw his blood smear onto Tom’s book as he wrote. He didn’t want to mess up Tom’s book and he wiped the tip of the pencil to remove the excess blood …
~ Hello Harry. Are you ok? Your writing seems messier than before.
Harry bit his bloody lip nervously, he didn’t like lying, but Tom would think was a freak too …
~ I tripped. Can I ask you something?
~ of course little one.
~ Where do babies come from?
The comment Ms. Figg made before made him curious and he hoped Tom would explain, but as his words disappeared he was sure he felt the diary shake and for a split second turn slightly pink …
~ That is something you should ask your mommy and daddy.
A sad look crossed Harry’s face as he scribbled down his answer …
~ My parents died. My aunt and uncle don’t like talking about it or for me to ask them things.
~ They don’t like you to ask questions?
After a moment Tom wrote again …
~ Alright Harry, I’ll tell you, but then I get to ask you a question and you must answer honestly, ok?
~ Ok.
~ Good. Now you are very young so I can’t tell you everything. When a man and woman come together in a special dance the man puts a little of himself in the woman. If everything goes right the tiny piece of the man mixes with the woman’s piece and a baby grows inside the new mommy’s belly.
Harry tilted his head as he pondered the explanation …
~ Like a cake in an oven?
~ Exactly! Except this cake would take nine months to bake.
The boy’s eye widened “Dudley could never wait that long for a cake”
~ Can men have babies?
~ Where I come from yes, but it’s not something you should tell people. It isn’t believed in some places. People might think you’re weird.
~ Tom were you a teacher before going to live in a book?
~ No, but I wanted to be.
~ You would be a great teacher!
Yet again Harry saw the diary turn ever so slightly pink. Harry leaned closer to see and strained the gash on his head making fresh blood trickle over the dried blood and drip onto the book …
~ Harry are you bleeding? I thought something was weird before. You were writing in your blood! Why are you hurt Harry? You said you would answer honestly.
Before Harry thought his answer through he wrote back …
~ My uncle said I was doing freaky things again so he punished me.
Harry immediately tried to erase his answer, but the words disappeared …
~ Freaky things? Like what?
Harry started to tear up, he was positive Tom would hate him now, but he should answer right? Before little Harry could start to panic or cry a new set of words appeared …
~ Harry, I live in a book. Nothing you say can freak me out. Please talk to me so I can help.
Little Harry sniffled and wiped his eyes. Tom had a point. The poor little boy remembered the people next door or at school and no one said they would help him before. He decided to trust Tom …
~ One time I got sad and my uncle’s hair stood on end before turning green. I got mad and a vase went flying across the room. One other time my cousin was chasing me and I felt really weird and ended up on the roof of my school on the other side of town. My aunt and uncle say I’m a freak and they have to beat it out of me, but I didn’t do anything freaky when making the cake honest!
~ It’s ok Harry, I believe you. What do you know about magic?
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