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Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs	By : SilverAngel621 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
They'd never had the conversation Harry dreaded where he wanted to confront Tom over Orion. Tom hadn't said another word over Orion being a squib, treating him as any of his other children. Admittedly, the dark wizard had grown to tolerate the muggles over time under Harrys influence. Squibs were a step above muggles but still, a parent had to be weary of a man who had once planned to systemically wipe out all muggles. Harry had been mistaken of Tom’s intentions though by a devious Dumbledore. Tom had wanted to expel them from the wizarding community as he feared they had overshadowed many of the wizarding customs with their own muggle customs. Over the years, after Harry convinced Tom to bring together his horcruxes closer to him to restore his sanity. He'd gone low and dirty and used their children against Tom when the original fragmented Tom proved to be too unstable and unsafe for Salazar, Hadrian and a then baby James. Tom had united all his horcruxes, keeping only his snake and Harry as his last living horcruxes. Since the others had been inanimate horcruxes, they were easier to absorb back into his soul. But Nagini and Harry were live beings and the horcruxes weren't easily separated from their hosts.
Under Severus’s strictly outlined plan (in Tom’s behest) and carried out by Harry’s personal doctors, he made a quick recovery. Potions and a daily exercise regimen, all approved by Tom of course, quickly gave Harry his pre-pregnancy body, much to Tom’s delight. And other than being a squib, his son was perfectly healthy. Even with only Cerise and the twins to take care of now that his teen children had gone back to Hogwarts and Hadrian had gone back to the ministry to help his brother and father, Harry still had a handful with his newborn. Of course like with his previous children, Tom was no help. The man had an army of the best trained house elves all under the tutelage of Kreature to care for Harry and the baby. But Harry insisted on doing everything by hand, wanting that closeness that only touch and manual labor gave with his son. Which meant diaper changes by hand, midnight feedings, cleaning spittle and vomit out of his hair. By the end of the month Harry looked tired and haggard but he was happy. Because all those sleepless nights and exhausting mornings and smelly diapers meant that his son was alive and not dead by his father’s hand.
Even though Tom usually left Harry alone for the required eight weeks to fully recover from childbirth after every one, this time he stayed close to Harry. Though he didn't go near the baby when it was cleanup time or time to feed him, he stood nearby and just watched Harry and Orion. It unnerved the green eyed wizard but he didn't say anything to Tom.
Hadrian, who was training to be a diplomat under his father’s rule usually traveled a lot for his duties and it suited the wild boy. But because of Tom’s sudden vacancy from the ministry, Salazar and Hadrian both had to pick up the slack. Tom didn't completely neglect his duties. He went in in the mornings but came back before lunchtime just in time to catch Harry cooking a light meal for himself, the twins, and Cerise. Tom would then follow Harry to the twins and Cerise’s primary school to deliver the lunch. Then Harry took a walk around their palace grounds with two trusted death eaters trailing after him. Tom took that time to respond to correspondences, look over both the Ministry and private accounts, and fire call with his delegates. Then he'd pick up the twins and Cerise and bring them home for Harry’s home cooked dinner.
It was a nice and new routine that Harry said nothing against. The kids were definitely more happy to have their father around. Cerise was a little terror, always demanding her father’s attention like the spoiled princess she was. Tom had felt a bit awkward at first when the girl came into his office in the middle of a very important fire call with the Minister of Magic in Canada. She'd sat through it quietly then demanded he teach her some spells from a siddhi book. He had no idea how she'd even gotten the ancient book but he'd spent the better part of the evening just doing that.
The twins on the other hand absolutely drove him crazy. The first time he'd stayed home with them all day on a Saturday, he'd shot a body binding spell on them in the first hour. Of course Harry had been mad and demanded his wand for the day so he wouldn't be tempted to imperio the boys into good behavior. Tom had thought it a bit drastic but he'd agreed seeing as how he he’d already cleared that day, could summon his wand at a seconds notice, and that he trusted Harry implicitly with his wand. And Harry had been correct. More than once when he'd been dripping from a foul green sludge the twins created with Severus’s potions kit and when he'd had an arrow sticking out of his left butt cheek from the twin’s disastrous (and last if Tom had anything to say about it) foray into archery, Tom found himself reaching for a wand that was not there.
Harry had been of no help that day, of course. With the excuse of Orion giggling on his hip, Harry had muffled his own laughter and breezed past Tom with a muttered cleaning spell until the next disaster with the twins.
On the outside, Tom grumbled and growled and threatened both Harry and the twin devils the boy had bore him. But inside he was secretly pleased to see the unguarded smiled and hear Harry’s tinkling laughter come unbidden from the boys chest. He didn't often see those smiles anymore and if the twins could bring them out, he vowed he'd suffer.
It was as close to paradise as a man like him could hope for. But there was one black spot. Right after dinner, like clock work Orion demanded his dinner. And unlike the other times where Harry just fed Orion in whatever room he was in, Harry would take Orion to the deepest dungeons in the palace where it was hidden.
So many things had changed from the moment Tom first saw Harry in the graveyard to the present. For one thing, they had nine children running about. For another, He was almost wholly a man with only two fractions of his soul separate from him. But he didn't often feel their loss as he always kept Harry and Nagini close to him. But the most important was that Harry had changed from from his slave to his …. most prized possession. Tom offered Harry freedoms and privileges no other had dared to fathom from the dark lord. So he didn't understand why Harry went back to the place where he'd been tortured daily for the first two years of his captivity.
The boy had been raped there in the dungeons, jeered at by his Death Eaters, tortured and broken again and again until Tom systematically put back the pieces only to shattered him into even smaller pieces. Th cycle continued until Harry became his willing slave, accepting all punishments with the meekness Tom expected.
One of his more genius tortures had been the object Harry now visited daily. The Mirror of Erised. After vanquishing Dumbledore, and taking Hogwarts, Tom found the interesting mirror and moved it to his palace. By night Harry writhed under him, slippery with blood and sweat and semen and by day he sat lashed in front of the mirror. Just beyond the cool touch of glass, Harry’s deepest desires played out in the mirror. It taunted the boy even as the night loomed to break him again. Tom remembered how the boy screamed himself hoarse in the first few months with the mirror, much louder than from any of the tortures Tom could subject him too. He'd been a little miffed another object could hurt Harry more than he could by his own hands and magic. But it yielded the same results. It didn't take long until the boy pleaded with Tom that he would do anything else, everything else just to avoid the mirror.
But now Harry returned to the mirror and stayed in the very same room where he'd been raped multiple times, bleed until the flagstones were stained with his life force. The boy stayed there for hours until Orion fell asleep against Harry’s chest and the house elves forced Harry to bed. Harry never closed the doors, a reaction from when Tom had locked Harry in a small dungeon for days. So Tom lurked from the perimeter, careful to avoid seeing himself in the mirror.
The dark lord was not afraid of anything, not even death anymore. He had his horcruxes and he had all the things to make himself the master of death with the deathly hollows. He was the true master of the elder wand, he wore the Gaunt ring on his pinky, and he’d taken the invisibility cloak from Harry. He was assuredly the most powerful man in England and very probably in the entire world. And yet he was very much afraid to see what the mirror would show him.
He should be happy. He had power, he'd mastered death, he had heirs, he'd mastered the boy who lived. And yet he knew the mirror could show him more. And Tom didn't know if he was capable to achieve what that more was. So he watched Harry stare avidly into the mirror, his green eyes quickly filling with liquid and spilling in small diamonds over his cheeks. And he didn't dare go pull the boy away on the smallest fear he might catch a glimpse of his hearts desire in the mirror.
But tonight, he forced himself to forget all about that. Harry’s primary mediwizards had come and given Harry and Orion their final checkup. Even Severus had taken the time out of his busy schedule as the Hogwart’s headmaster to check up on Harry. They had declared Harry fit for all actives, much to the boys embarrassment. Tom on the other hand had smirked at the blush staining the boys cheeks. Severus had prescribed a few potions to help with Harrys few remaining stretch marks and passed Tom a vial of muscle relaxants for Harry. Sitting at dinner now with the vial burning a hole in his pocket, Tom couldn’t wait until dinner was over and the children put to bed to finally be be able to touch his Harry again.
In between bites of food and nodding intermittently to Cerise’s babbling about dragon scales, Tom surreptitiously gazed at Harry. The boy looked particularly ravishing tonight, but then Tom thought the same when Harry was sweaty with grime or adorned with jewels. The crystal chandeliers above the large family dinning room cast soft golden light over Harry’s soft features. Disregarding the shadows under Harry's eyes and the slight hollows underneath his cheekbones, his skin looked like velvet. From memory, Tom knew he tasted just as decadent. Harry’s eyes often flitted up to meet his but skittered away, as if he could see the dirty images playing through Tom’s head. The green eyed wizard busied himself with Orion and policing his younger children. Tom smirked.
Both Salazar and Hadrian were there for dinner that night, so Harry was more open and free with his smiles. He didn't often get to see his older children and he did miss them so. He pestered them for every minute detail, asking Salazar how he was settling with his new responsibilities while Hadrian butted in to regain Harry of his adventures. Harry smiled at one particular story, his eyes meeting Tom's accidentally for just a second before he looked away. Tom could almost pretend that smile was meant for him. .
The twins were practicing a new spell to make food dance off of Salazar’s plate. Harry had a hard enough time trying to get Rom and Reggie to actually eat their dinner instead making the peas and chicken put on a show for them. Orion just clapped and opened his mouth to catch one of the peas which Harry quickly slapped away.
“Regulus. Romulus.” Harry glared at the twins, his green eyes narrowed and unblinking until the rambunctious nine year olds deflated in their seats and mumbled an insincere apology. Both Salazar and Tom looked at Harry disgruntled. They'd both tried that method but the twins just laughed in glee in their faces. What did Harry have that they didn't that managed to inspire terror in the ungodly Devils?
“Mother, you must teach me how to do that,” Salazar demanded. With a flick of his wand, he spelled his food back on his plate and continued eating.
Even with house elves at their beck and call, they all much preferred Harry’s cooking. That's why both Hadrian and Salazar, who had separate flats in London always made it a point to floo home as often as they could at dinner for Harry’s cooking. Hadrian, now that he was staying in once place always came home to dinner before leaving to his own flat.
Harry pointed his wand at Salazar’s hair, where a stray pea was still bouncing up and down in the black locks, and vanished it to the trash. “My skills cannot be taught, love. Have a few kids of your own and you'll be able to do the same thing.” Harry spared the twins another glance to make sure they were actually eating and not shoving their greens under the table into Nagini’s unwilling mouth. The children were all parseltongues by virtue of the Slytherin blood but the twins possessed the unique ability of also being snake charmers. At least that's what Harry called it. But he and Tom had been baffled, although Tom had been more pleased than anything else when the twins as mere babies would not only play with snakes but had them doing their bidding. So the twins had no qualms about using their particular skill and charms to force their carnivorous pet to eat “yucky” greens.
Over the years Tom had allowed Harry to grow closer to Nagini, seeing as both were mostly confined to the palace. He hadn't expected Harry, a former Gryffindor to get along so well with the snake. Harry was very protective of her and often had to save her from his children’s shenanigans, mainly the twins.
Hadrian snorted in amusement. “But father can't even do that.”
If anyone other than his offspring had received that glare from Tom, they’d be wishing for death but not Hadrian. He grinned toothily at his glaring father before shoveling more food into his mouth.
Harry smiled softly, glancing at Tom quickly. “Perhaps he needs to practice more patience.” He smoothed a hand over Rom’s and Reggie’s hair in reward of their continued good behavior. It would not last long.
“Mommy, we’re patient,” Reggie started.
“All the time, so-“ Rom spoke, a mixture of peas, gravy and chicken spittle flying from his open mouth. Harry quickly spelled it away before it could spray on the food. Tom was impressed by Harrys quick reflexes. Not even Salazar, who was the most particular of his children, noticed and continued eating blessedly ignorant of Rom’s poor table manners.
“Rom, chew, shallow then speak.” Harry gave him that look and the toddler meekly nodded.
Reggie continued as if Harry hadn't interrupted Rom at all. “Does that mean we can shut Cerise up?”
Cerise, who'd been monopolizing Tom’s ear chattering away about the hibernating habits of dragons glared at the twins. Before either Tom or Harry could stop her, she flicked out her practice wand and sealed both of the twin’s lips. Rom had a spoon stuck in between his mouth that he frantically tugged at to no avail. Both twins immediately started wailing, the sounds muffled behind their lips.
With a sigh, Harry accioed Cerise’s wand to himself and quickly unzipped the twin’s mouths. “Cerise, that was very dangerous. Rom could have choked and Reggie might have passed out. No deserts and you are banned from the library and playroom for a week. You will be playing in the potions lab with the twins and learning how to use your words instead of your wand, am I understood?” Harry looked at his daughter's growing look of horror, his own face unflinching.
Taking away books from the precocious girl was akin to torture. And on top of that, being forced to spend time with the twins and their potions making was almost unbearable, and Tom would know. He'd had first hand experience. He thought the punishment was a bit harsh but he expected Harry to know what the children needed better than him. When Cerise saw that Harry would not be deterred from the punishment, she turned watery eyes to Tom.
He faltered, looking from those wide eyes to Harrys before clearing his throat uncomfortably. It was times like these when he wished he could instead be dealing with a bunch of death eaters. They were so much easier to deal with. A few crucios and all was well. “Um, I agree with your mother,” he said weakly before copying Hadrian and shoveling food in his mouth gracelessly, a very un dark lord like thing to do.
Hadrian and Harry shared a look of amusement as Cerise continued to pout throughout the dinner. After dinner, Salazar immediately excused himself back to the ministry office amid Harrys protests. They were negotiating an alliance with China which was proving to be very difficult but Tom wanted access to their ancient magic and potions. Hadrian soon followed with Harry shoving at least two days worth of food into his arms and sent him off with a kiss. Salazar rarely tolerated such displays of affections from Harry anymore, saying it was undignified but Hadrian was more than happy to indulge his parent. Orion was blessedly napping but the baby would wake for his after dinner meal so Harry had only a few minutes to get Cerise and the twins started on their homework.
“I’ll take him,” Tom said quietly, already teaching for Orion. He pushed down the twinge of annoyance when Harry flinched and even took a tiny step back. Perhaps he didn't have the best history of interactions with Orion. There was the attempted infanticide but Tom had his reasons. He wasn't a sentimental fool like Harry.
With Orion's insignificant weight nestled in his arms, Tom nodded meaningfully at their children. It was almost a challenge. He'd noticed how Harry never left him alone with the baby, always with a house elf to monitor him if Harry was called away. He, the greatest dark lord would not be monitored by mere servants!
“I-I can call Kreature or Sqwill to see over Orion. I'm sure you have important ministry stuff to get to,” Harry waved vaguely, his eyes trained like a hawk on Orion.
“See to the children, Harry.” The dark menace dripping from Tom’s command had even the twins stilling in their bickering with Cerise. All three children finally looked at their quietly arguing parents. They could sense the roiling dark anger begin to seep out of their father as their other parent stood defenseless in the face of it. Even the house elves who'd been cleaning up the tables and mess of food the twins created scampered out of the room, dishes and utensils clattering in their haste.
Harry glanced at his children with worry, further inciting the anger in Tom. He stepped closed to the green eyed wizard and took his chin in a harsh grasp.
Leaning down until he was eye to eye with the shorter male, Tom hissed in parseltongue. He often slipped into that dialect when he was was angry. “Now, pet.”
At Harrys imperceptible nod, Tom let go with such a force Harry stumbled back. Rom scurried forward and hugged his mothers leg, Reggie not far behind and taking the other leg. They both hissed angrily at their father. They didn't understand the dark magic now ebbing away from the room but they understood that their mother was visibly upset and shaking. Harry nervously smiled away his worries, at least for his children and knelt down to give them each a one handed hug.
“Boys, your father and I were just talking. Everything's okay.” He kissed them on their forehead and ushered them quickly out of the room, snagging a very quiet and subdued Cerise on the way out. Tom didn't miss the way how Harry’s gait quickened.
Orion yawned awake, starling a bit when red eyes looked down on him instead of green. He scrunched up his face as if to cry and Tom quickly sent up a muffling charm. He knew at the least bit of sound from Orion, Harry would be running to him and dark lord or not, the wizard would whisk away Orion.
Yes, he'd done some ….regrettable things but to have Harry deny him time alone with his own child was inexcusable. Yes, he hadn't had the best start with Orion but if he wanted the child dead, it would already be dead.
He hissed quietly at the baby whose red rimmed eyes popped open at the new sounds. Orion looked bemused for a second before giggling and clapping his hands in amusement. He reached chubby hands towards Toms lips, his eyes riveted at the source of those strange and wonderful sounds.
Tom continued to hiss nonsense, just saying different words to get his son acclimated to the language. He hadn't been sure that Orion would understand the language seeing as how he was a squib. It was odd that he didn't care that his son was a squib. To virtually all wizard families a squib was a great disgrace. He knew Harry feared he'd kill the child on virtue of it being a squib after his first failed attempt.
But it was born of his blood. And even he could admit it was his fault the child's magical core was suppressed. During the pregnancy, the child had been fine. He supposed the stress of the birth and then his attack somehow either drained or put a lock on Orion's magic. Harry didn't know it but Theodore Nott, a brilliant spells maker and researcher was working on a thesis about squibs and running experimentations with the goal to unlock their magical core. His research had yielded that squibs had magic, though on a lower level than an average wizards. It was merely blocked. So far there were promising results in the experiments but they needed access to ancient scrolls that he suspected the Chinese had. Hence the importance of the alliance Salazar was working so hard to create.
Tom sensed Harry hurrying back into the dining room. He turned just as Harry skidded to a stop, trying to hide how out of breath he was. He frowned when he heard nothing even as he saw Tom speak and Orion giggling and clapping. With a raised brow, Tom lifted the charm and the room was abruptly filled with their child's laughter. It echoed in the cavernous room, which caused Orion to cry out in delight.
Harry came closer and curled his hands around Orion. Tom let go without further protest. He wanted Harry to finish his duties so that they could finally go to bed. Another argument would just prolong his torture.
“Hello, Orion, did daddy teach you any words in parseltongue?” Harry cooed at the baby. Orion ignored him in favor of reaching for his mothers robes, his hands pawing at his chest. Flushing darkly, Harry stepped away from Tom. “Uh, he's hungry.”
Tom nodded. He looked down at his son in annoyance. Surely he could not be jealous of his own child just because it got unrestricted access to Harry when he had been forced away. “I can see that. Go.”
Harry nodded gratefully and turned from him.
“I expect you in my rooms tonight ready for me.” Tom called out, deriving vicious pleasure from the way Harry’s step faulted and his breath hitched. He was tired of the distance Harry erected between them. While his relationship with Harry wasn't even close to normal, over the years they'd reached a happy medium where Harry was free with his body and company. Isolation would do that to a person. But in the past weeks Harry avoided him at all costs unless their other children were about.
Harry nodded without turning back before he continued onto his nightly treks to the dungeons. Tom vowed he'd lick away the trails of whatever caused Harrys tears tonight and make the boy forget that damn mirror.
With turbulent thoughts of Harry clouding his mind, Tom stormed into his study looking for a distraction. He went directly in front of the six foot high fire place and firecalled the spies he had in place in China. He was overly harsh with them but pleased that his plan was progressing accordingly. When the hour long call ended, Tom was happy to turn away from the terrified faces of his death eaters.
There was a stack of paperwork for him that took him hours to complete. And even when he was halfway done, Salazar sent him more. He fire called the boy and with a few choice words, the cowed boy spelled most of the files back to his own office. Even so, it was almost midnight when Tom finished with his work.
Harry was usually finished with putting Orion to bed by eleven. The exhaustion of a new baby sent the man to sleep immediately after. With a growl of annoyance, Tom knew tonight wouldn't be the night he'd end his abstinence. Damn that boy! He was tempted to send a howler to Salazar.
He apparated straight Harrys room. Even if they couldn't have sex, he'd have the boy back in his own bed. It was not for cuddling. Of course not. The dark lord did not cuddle. He only wanted the boy in bed with him so he'd have easy access in the morning.
But he found the room adjacent to his completely empty, the rich red bedding pristine and untouched. He walked to his own room and found it in a similar state. Then he checked Orion's room but the baby was sleeping peacefully, a handful of safety charms erected around the crib. Cerise and the twins were likewise fast asleep in their respective beds.
He had one last place in mind to check before he planned to call the house elves to start a search on the wizard. Teeth bared and hissing in anger, he apparted to the dungeons and shoved open the half closed door standing between him and the cursed mirror. The door tore off the rusted hinges under his unchecked strength.
Harry jerked awake from his nap on the floor. He gingerly got to his feet and looked up warily at Tom.
“I thought I told you-“ Tom began through gritted teeth but in his anger he didn't notice he stood directly in the path of the mirror. Harry shifted onto his left feet, allowed just a sliver of the mirror to peek through and Tom was ensnared by the power of the mirror.
He was mesmerized.
The scene played out like de ja vu. It was the day after Orion's birth. All his children were there, even Salazar. But this time he was was not hidden in the shadows like an unwelcome intruder. Tom saw himself actually smiling at Harry and to his greater surprise, he saw Harry smiling back at him. He was in the bed with Harry with the slighter man leaning into his chest. Mirror Tom’s arms were around Harry, supporting him holding baby Orion. A black stoned ring that suspiciously looked like the Gaunt ring glinted on Harry’s ring finger.
Tom lost his ability to breathe when he saw Harry’s avada kedavra eyes turn to gaze into mirror Tom’s and opened his mouth. As soon as he heard mirror Harry’s mocking words, Tom screamed out loud and without thinking pointed the elder wand at the playing image.
“Praemio pulverium!”

(Note: praemio pulverium roughly translates to pulverize to dust in Latin)
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