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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297652 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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This chapter is written by: Aya Macchiato

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Chapter 19

Harry and Hermione met in the common room very early Sunday morning and headed down to breakfast. After quickly eating some toast and bacon, the two continued down to the dungeons then into their private brewing room. They spent the next two hours setting up and preparing all of the ingredients for the complicated ancestry potion.

Carefully, Hermione began adding in various ingredients in the proper amounts and order. Small jars were set in prepared amounts to the side of the cauldron, each carefully labeled with the date and time they should be added equally spanned out over the next month. The last ingredient to be added that morning was Hermione's own blood. She held the small athame dagger in one hand, blade a few centimeters from her palm, shaking slightly with nerves. Harry's hand stretched out and gently grasped her shaking hand to steady the blade.

Hermione took in a deep, calming breath and drew the sharp blade across her hand, cleanly splitting open her own flesh. She grimaced in pain and quickly held it out over the bubbling cauldron to let the blood drip down into the concoction. Harry pointed his wand at the cauldron and began a quiet chant in Latin. Tendrils of powerful Dark magic leaked from his wand, down into the potion, calming the angry boiling bubble into a fast-paced clockwise spin. The moment he finished speaking, the spinning liquid changed color from a deep purple muck into a thin, steamy, yellow-white fluid with red swirls.

Hermione drew her hand back and Harry quickly pointed his wand at it then healed the cut with a simple Episkey.

Hermione took in another deep breath and gave Harry a shaky smile before thanking him again for helping her with all this.

The two were done by the time lunch rolled around and they cleaned up what they could before locking the door to the private brewing room then making their way up to the Great Hall.

Ron and Ginny were both already there, sitting with the twins and talking animatedly about the Quidditch team tryouts that would be held right after lunch. Harry rolled his eyes a bit at their eagerness and Hermione grinned at him.

Harry sat with the group of them but participated in the conversation very little. He was already on the team and Angelina wasn't making the old team members re-tryout for their old positions. Being the team's seeker, Harry hardly needed to go to the tryouts at all but he knew everyone was expecting his participation so he couldn't skip it.

"So, Harry..." Hermione had said as she turned away from the Weasley's as they got embroiled into a deep debate on Quidditch plays.

"Yes, Hermione?" Harry asked, looking up from his plate.

"Will you tell me now why you never told me about helping out Professor Rowle with the club?"

Harry blinked. "Oh er... well, partially, I think I wanted it to be a surprise." Harry said with an apologetic shrug. "I erm... was also a bit worried that you'd be upset."

"Why would I be upset?" she asked, looking hurt.

"Well, I was afraid that you'd think he was showing me preferential treatment because of who I am and because I met him over the summer. He only came to me and asked me if I would be interested in helping with the club a little over a week ago."

"Well, I hardly see it as preferential treatment. Besides, you only met him a few times over the summer, right?"

"Right."

"I know that some of our classmates were actually tutored by him every summer for years. If he was going to pick someone because they were a favorite student of his he could have easily picked one he'd known for years, but he didn't. He picked you. I know how much studying you did last year in prep for the tournament. You probably know more defensive spells than even the seventh years do. Plus, you've actually used defensive magic in real, life threatening situations. It's not just theoretical knowledge, you've had the opportunity to put into practical use. I don't doubt for a second, Harry, that you deserve the position."

Harry ducked his head in mock embarrassment or flattery and smiled bashfully. "Thanks."

Hermione sighed. "I was just a bit upset that you didn't tell me."

Harry shrugged, still keeping his head low. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I was a little worried because I knew you were expecting to get into the advanced group."

"Oh, Harry. I'm sorry if I made you feel pressured. I know I made a big deal about it last night, but I was just being stupid. I realize you probably had absolutely no say in who got into which group anyway."

"The advanced group is really all seventh years anyways. Mostly people who intend to be Aurors and such. It's really grueling and almost all practical application. Dueling exercises and stuff. And while you're brilliant with all the knowledge about defense that you've got crammed inside that overly clever brain of yours, you're practical work in defense is..." Harry trailed off, giving Hermione a weak, apologetic grimace.

Hermione sighed then smiled at him. "You're right, Harry. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You didn't know and I really should have just told you."

The two returned to their eating for a minute before Hermione looked up again. "That was really brilliant what you did for Neville by the way."

Harry smiled softly and shrugged. "I didn't really do anything. Besides, it's downright horrifying that his grandmother would impair and stunt his magical growth just because of a sentimental attachment to his dad's wand. Wands are incredibly picky and a magical core that can't connect properly with a wand will develop poorly. She's been doing Neville a great disservice by insisting he use that wand."

Hermione frowned but nodded her head. Harry knew that Hermione didn't actually know any of the details about Neville's parents and she was probably incredibly curious since it was obvious that Harry did know. Harry was honestly a bit impressed that she didn't ask.

Finally, it was time for tryouts and Harry was dragged out to the pitch by the group of excited gingers. Hermione tagged along to watch from the stands. When Harry asked her if she was sure she really wanted to attend, she pointed out that she had a book in her bag to read so she wouldn't be too bored. Harry chuckled in response.

Ginny and Ron both had to use the school's Clean Sweep brooms and Harry caught Ron eyeing his Firebolt with obvious envy but had quickly darted his eyes away when he caught sight of Harry looking at him.

The turn-out for the tryouts were fairly large since Angelina had announced that she was forming a reserve team that would also be trained and have a good chance of making it to the real team the following year when most of the current team had graduated. Because of this, anyone interested in just about any position was welcome to come tryout. All of the old team members, minus Oliver Wood of course, were still there. Fred and George, now in their seventh and final year, were there as the team's beaters. Angelina Johnson, the captain, was a chaser along with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. Katie Bell was a sixth year, but Angelina and Alicia were both seventh years. And, of course, Harry, the only fifth year, was the team's seeker. The only truly open spot was that of keeper, which was what Ron was truly hoping for. A few others were trying out for the position as well but Harry didn't think that any of them looked to have the proper build for it. Cormac McLaggen was probably the closest and while Harry was quickly forming the opinion that McLaggen was an arrogant sod, he suspected the stupid git might be better suited for the position than Ron actually was.

After an hour of tryouts and a keepers battle, Angelina gathered the old team members to 'compare notes' and opinions on who should make the reserve team, and who to chose for the keeper position.

McLaggen and Ron had tied for saves in the end. Harry thought that McLaggen's form was better and he certainly had the confidence level for performing under pressure. However, it was obvious that Harry wasn't the only one that had formed a poor opinion on the wizard's personality during the tryouts because, in the end, Angelina picked Ron.

Three Gryffindors were chosen to be in the reserve team. Ginny would be a reserve chaser and, in the case of Harry being unable to perform, a reserve seeker. Two reserve beaters were selected. They were also fourth years, like Ginny; an Andrew Kirke and a Jack Sloper. As reserve members they weren't required to come to all of the team practices but Angelina preferred they came to most.

While the tryouts had been, generally, a waste of time for Harry, he had come to realize something important while he flew around on his broom high over the pitch, observing the tryouts. Harry no longer had the proper build for a seeker. He could still do it, of course. It wasn't unheard of for a seeker to have some bulk on them, after all. However, the smaller and sleeker the individual was, the better suited they were for the position since it demanded speed and agility above all else. Harry was no longer the scrawny, short, gangly youth he was even a year earlier. His use of the accelerant potion the previous year had added a considerable amount of bulk to his physique. His shoulders were wider and thus less aerodynamic. He was, as a whole, much larger and heavier.

It made him realize that the practices would actually be at least slightly important in the coming months if he wanted to perform well during the actual games. He needed to relearn how to fly fast now that he had a considerably larger body.

When the tryouts were finally concluded, Harry hurried back inside the castle, thoroughly sick of the chill and dreading the fact that it was only going to get colder. Flying on a broom in freezing sleet was definitely one of his least favorite activities and, if history was anything to go by, it was an activity that he would likely have to engage in often thanks to his position on the Quidditch team.

The next two weeks, or four weeks, from Harry's perspective, seemed to pass rather quickly, all things considered. The plans and preparation training for the attack on Azkaban were coming along nicely. Tom was nearly finished with the wards around Morhda Abbey and it would soon be ready for the Death Eaters to be informed of the move. Harry and Tom had continued to practice the parsel phase spell and were slowly making progress.

Tom and Harry had also completed construction of another group of training dummies that Harry had shrunk down then placed inside a space-expanded container that he had then taken back to Hogwarts. The dummies were now being used in the bi-weekly Dark Arts Association since the spells that he and Thor were teaching the students were too dangerous for them to practice them on each other. Grouping up in pairs worked fine for the 'Dueling and Defense Association', or DDA, since most of them were working on stunners, and the most dangerous thing any of the higher years were using was an underpowered bludgeoning curse. However, this was definitely not the case for the 'Dark Arts Association', or DAA for short.

The DDA meetings only happened once a week so Harry had only had two of those. Neville's performance in the second meeting was noticeably improved over the first week. In fact, his performance in all of his practical magic classes had improved. This didn't include Potions, however, and Hermione was still struggling to keep their potions from exploding or going flat during class.

Hermione simply could not stand for getting a zero for any class and if their potion was banished by Snape, it meant a zero. Therefore, Hermione made it her focus in every potions class to make sure Snape never had any reason to do any such thing. It was stressful, doubly so since Hermione was trying to reassure Neville that she wasn't upset with him for holding her back in class.

Harry's other classes were going as expected. Arithmancy was actually becoming one of his favorite classes. What he was learning was also helping him to understand the work that Tom was currently completing with the wards around Morhda Abbey and Harry had even been able to help a few times without direct guidance from Tom. Runes was also helping in that area, although they really weren't advanced enough in the subject for it to help him a lot with highly advanced warding magic.

His working with Ginny and Luna was going well. Both of them were also participating in the DDA meetings, and he often studied with them in the library. Luna was definitely a strange one but Harry was finding her quirky personality rather entertaining. She also said the strangest things sometimes. Half of what she said sounded utterly ridiculous, even to him, yet there were other things she said that Harry had actually heard of and knew were bits of extremely obscure knowledge that had been lost through the ages to most wizards. It made him wonder about the other things she said and how much of it might actually be valid.

He was spending a lot of his non-class time in the library or Great Hall studying for all of his classes ahead of time and he was managing top marks in most all of his subjects, even coming into direct competition with Hermione's grades in all of the classes they shared. Even the previous year, when he had first started his vastly improved class performance after stopping the unnecessary waste of magic fighting Tom's soul, Harry's essays had still been sub par to Hermione's work. And during that time, Harry had had the occasional assistance of his companion. Harry had developed an instinctual understanding of magic, and that helped a lot, but school work often required memorization of historical facts, theories, and knowledge of who developed what charm and why, those were things he could only learn by reading the textbooks and studying. Now his improved class performance was all a result of his own efforts so he found himself quite proud of his performance and success.

Snape had, had another meeting with Voldemort and 'Evan Harris' the week prior and during that time had told them that a staff meeting had just been held, and that during it several of the Professors had made mention of Harry's academic improvement to the Headmaster.

None of the teachers seemed to consider it or any of Harry's recent behavior a trait to worry about. In fact, they had remarked that Harry seemed to have come out of his shell considerably since his rather reclusive behavior the previous year. A few had noticed that Harry seemed to be talking with a lot of students from other years and houses, that quite a few students had been seen approaching Harry with questions in the library, in the Great Hall and even in classes.

Thor had then informed them all that Harry was acting as a sort of student teacher in his defense club and that Harry was proving to be a very skilled instructor. He suggested that the students were probably approaching Harry with their questions because they could already see that Harry was quite intelligent and powerful, that he could likely help them , which was true.

Snape had gone on to, grudgingly, admit that Harry's performance in his class had also improved although Snape quickly attributed it to Harry having been partnered up with Draco Malfoy in class.

Speaking of Draco... Harry's interactions with the Malfoy heir had becoming rather entertaining, to say the least. Somehow, during their Potion classes, the two had developed a playful but subtle sort of banter system. They still seemed to the rest of the world to be insulting each other and, yet to the two of them, they were really just teasing each other.

Draco's teasing Harry had been a far more gradual process then had slowly developed in response to Harry teasingand prodding him into being a little more relaxed around him. It had taken a while to set in but Draco finally seemed able to be himself around Harry. In fact, he was more 'himself' around Harry than he ever had been before and Harry found he actually rather liked this side of Draco. Their interactions in actual Potions and in any sort of public setting, still appeared to be that of rivals, albeit, rivals who were no longer violently at each other's throats, however their interactions were quite different in the safety of the Dark Arts Association meetings.

In the four DAA meetings that had taken place so far, Harry had quickly managed to gain the respect of all in attendance. Many were still clearly bewildered how Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had turned into the person they were now exposed to on a bi-weekly basis but they had come to accept that this person was obviously much more than any of them had ever suspected in the past.

Harry had done several mock duels with various members of the DAA to continue to prove himself to the group as well to demonstrate dueling techniques to those in attendance. He'd paired up with Draco once then spent the duel toying with Draco while skillfully and effortlessly avoiding everything Draco threw his way. He spent the duel taunting Draco, giving him pointers, and correcting Draco's form. Draco had snarked back at him, and Harry had merely chuckled in response. Oddly enough, instead of getting incredibly angry over this, Draco had started teasing Harry back. Things had merely grown from there.

Harry was quickly forming a comfortable relationship with several of the other DAA members. They were useful allies but he also found himself far more comfortable socializing with them than he ever would have expected. They reminded him of the Death Eaters but less serious and, of course, closer to his age. They were sort of his peers although he was still far above any of them in skill and experience. Still, their presence was far easier to stand during his Hogwarts days than the Gryffindors who often wore on his nerves.

Harry had been very successful at maintaining a very convincing facade around the Gryffindors but oftentimes found their company mind numbing and frequently wished for an escape from their ridiculous idiocy. Several times he'd considered sneaking down to the Slytherin common room to escape the noise that constantly filled the Gryffindor common room but not every Slytherin was in the DAA so there would still be quite a group down there that would be shocked and bewildered by his appearance. Not to mention he wasn't under the security of the secrecy contract there.

So he just spent as much of his free time as possible in the library instead. He was even topping Hermione's old record for time spent there. Since he was there far more than was necessary for even his own class studying, it had become common for students from all the other houses to occasionally stop by his table and ask him questions. It was weird the first few times it happened. Harry wasn't even sure at what point he had become known as any sort of intellectual assistant. Hermione had told him that he was a very good teacher and made himself very approachable this year in the defense club, so people felt safe coming to him. It was unexpected but he had to admit it could be useful. And, so, he continued to make himself 'approachable' and put some effort into helping anyone who came to him.

During those weeks, he continued to reach out with his magic to check the ring on Dumbledore's hand at every meal and anytime he saw him anywhere else in the school. It had remained unchanged. It was still a horcrux and still held a piece of Tom's soul. Dumbledore also always wore it, which was mildly frustrating. Even though Harry was making progress with the parsel phase spell, he still wouldn't be able to sneak in and steal the ring if Dumbledore never took the bloody thing off.

Another thing that had started during these two weeks was Quidditch practice. Harry had, however, managed to convince Angelina that he didn't need to be there for every practice. She was holding practice twice a week and one of them was scheduled at the same time as one of the DAA meetings. Harry had explained that he was student assisting in Professor Rowle's Advanced Defense Club and couldn't make it to every practice.

Fortunately, seekers were not exactly team players. He was familiar with most of their plays and as long as he still attended one practice a week, he could stay up to date on any new ones they were practicing. Angelina had been a bit hesitant at first but when Harry had suggested that if it was a huge problem Ginny could just take over as seeker, Angelina had exclaimed that there was no need to be hasty and that she would hate to lose Harry as their seeker. So she had allowed him to miss on half of the practices so long as when it was the week before an actual game, he would put practice first and be willing to miss a club meeting or two. Harry was willing to accept that.

For the two practices that he had attended, Harry had spent most of the time cringing at Ron. The boy seemed almost bipolar in his ability to perform. Sometimes he was almost brilliant and made some truly great saves. Other times he was like a bumbling orangutan on a flying stick. Nerves seemed to play a big role in Ron's performance and Harry could tell that Angelina was worried, possibly even second guessing her decision, to pick Ron over McLaggan. McLaggan was a prat but at least he was prat with consistent performance.

It was now mid-October and the Abbey was finally ready. The western wing of the castle now held any and every item that had been in the castle that could suggest who the castle had belonged to while any and all traces of 'Potter' had been removed from the eastern wing where the Death Eaters would have free reign. The only way to get into the west wing was from a single double-doorway on the first floor just off the main entry hall and the large double doors were warded with a parsel pass-phrase. The house-elves could still pop anywhere in the house, of course, so it didn't stop them.

There were anti-Apparation wards around the entire castle. Harry and Tom were keyed into them so they could go anywhere freely but the Death Eaters would only be able to Apparate into the large entry hall at the front entrance of the castle. The wards prevented anyone who did not have the Dark Mark from Apparating into the wards without express permission given by Harry or Tom. A Death Eater could Apparate a single unmarked person in with them but that person would be locked in the entry hall by a second layer of wards until Tom or Harry could personally allow their presence in the rest of the castle.

The castle was in the shape of a large U with the front entrance hall in the bottom center. Upon entering, you could either go forward, which would lead to a wall of glass doors that lead back outside to the back patio and the courtyard then the gardens beyond. To each side were two short hallways with wide double-doors. The halls and doors to the left would take you to the east wing that would be open to all of the Death Eaters. Going to the right would head into the west wing that was Harry and Tom's private half of the large abbey.

Each side of the castle had its own spiral staircase connecting all of the floors together. From the East wing, if you took the stairs down, it would take you into the dungeons. It had eight individual holding cells and a large open torture room. On the first floor of the east wing was the kitchen, elf quarters, laundry, a large sitting room, a conference room, and a large dining room that the Death Eaters who would take up residence in the abbey would eat in.

Up the stairs to the second floor and you'd come upon a small hallway that lead to the large banquet hall where the training sessions and the mass meetings would be held. The second floor was also home to the smaller library that they would leave open for the Death Eaters to use. Second floor featured another, smaller meeting room, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms.

Third floor of the east wing was solely occupied by bedrooms and bathrooms.

On to the western wing. Taking the spiral stairs down would lead into a narrow hall with a warded door that would take you to the potions lab. Two small rooms came off of the lab, one a potion ingredient storeroom, and the other was a small bathroom so that neither would have to go all the way upstairs in the middle of lengthy brewing session or complicated magical object creation.

The first floor of the west wing most prominently featured the main library. It was very large filled with wall-to-wall bookcases as well as two rows of bookcases through the center. It also had its own fireplace, several tables, a couch and a few chairs for reading. Towards the front of the west wing, there was a music room that had an old grand piano in it. Harry had never even had the opportunity to touch a piano before. Tom had said that at some point he might show Harry a little but the piano had never been one of his strengths. Harry had asked Tom if he knew how to play any other instruments and Tom had replied simply with 'violin' then quickly changed the subject.

A few of the other rooms in the first floor had once been classrooms back when the Abbey was a nunnery but now they were mostly just extra furniture storage. The new time-turner closet had been set up on the first floor across from the music room and beside a large bathroom.

Up the spiral stairs to the second floor would lead to a plus shaped junction. Two unused bedrooms, a bathroom, and a large room that Tom and Harry had set aside specifically for magical artifact storage filled the rooms on each of the corners of the intersection. Down the hall to the right led to the large office Tom and Harry had set up with two large desks, one for each Harry and Tom, a number of small bookcases, and a large fireplace. Taking the hall to the left led to the large drawing room where the Potter Family Tapestry resided along with most of Harry's family member's portraits.

The third floor had the master bedroom with a large walk-in closet, and a connected master bath. Down the hall in the opposite direction were another small office, the gym, and another unused, smaller bedroom.

The unimportant rooms in the west wing were the least 'finished', but it was a pretty large castle with three floors worth of rooms. That was quite a lot for two people alone to use up. The eastern wing's rooms were all at least 'finished', however most of the bedrooms were fairly barren. A bed, dresser, wardrobe and, in some of the rooms, a closet. They figured that whoever took up residence in each room could flesh them out further to suit their own needs and desires.

The elf quarters currently had enough room for eight elves to live comfortably, although an additional two beds could be added easily since they were rather small but since they currently only had six elves it wasn't yet necessary. The elves themselves all seemed quite happy with the outcome of the abbey. They were proud of how far it had come in the last month and a half so were eager for their master's followers to come to the abbey so that they would have more wizards to serve.

One of the more significant modifications that Tom had made to the castle was actually one of the least obvious. Being an ancient castle, it had no central ventilation system. Even after it had been remodeled by the Potters, it had been heated and cooled through magical means so any such muggle heating system was unnecessary. Tom had magically added in a system of space-expanded tunnels that connected much of the castle's rooms, both east and western wings, so that Nagini, and Harry, in his sea krait form, could travel easily where ever they desired without having to deal with the doors.

Late that night at 11:00 pm, so only a half hour after Harry had arrived at the manor for the night, Tom summoned all of the Death Eaters to the ballroom at Riddle Manor. This would be the meeting where the new castle would be announced. After this day, the manor would be locked down. Even Harry and Tom would likely not return.

They gave the Death Eaters twenty minutes to gather after the initial summons since many would not have been prepared for this unexpected call. The group was standing in the crowded ballroom quietly talking amongst themselves, wondering what was going on.

Finally, Harry as Evan Harris and Voldemort entered the ballroom with their robes billowing behind them for dramatic effect. The pair came to stand at the head of the hall then looked out over the group in black robes and the occasional white mask.

"This gathering will be brief," Voldemort began looking out over the large group. Their recruiting efforts had never stopped and the ballroom was nearing maximum capacity. It was a good thing that the banquet hall in the abbey was larger. "I have gathered you all here tonight to inform you that we have completed work on a new headquarters. The next time you use your mark to Apparate in for a meeting, it will take you to the new location rather than coming here.”

"Our new headquarters is considerably larger than this manor so it has room to support those of our ranks that need a secure place to stay away from the eyes and wands of the Ministry and its Aurors. The eastern wing of the castle will be freely open to any of you. It has several meeting rooms and a library that you will have access to for your missions. The castle has fourteen bedrooms in the eastern wing that I will make available to those who need them. The western wing is strictly off limits. If at any point you are in the castle and in need to contact either myself or Evan call upon one of the house elves."

Voldemort went on to explain a few more things before addressing a few specific groups that were supposed to be coming for meetings the following day, informing them exactly where to go upon arriving at the castle. He then called for Wormtail and for Barty to remain behind for dismissing the rest.

Once the room was cleared of everyone except for 'Evan', Voldemort, Barty, and Wormtail, Voldemort spoke again. "Do either of you require a more secure place to live?" he asked.

Wormtail blinked owlishly and his mouth hung open for a moment while Barty's eyes simply widened in dawning understanding.

"My current living arrangements are a bit... unstable." Barty admitted.

Wormtail fidgeted and looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, Wormtail?" Voldemort drawled impatiently.

"I erm... my Lord... I have been erm... living mostly in my animagus form..."

Voldemort sneered and Harry rolled his eyes. "I thought as much. Wormtail, you are a security risk and little more. You know far too much sensitive information to be roaming around free and practically defenseless where anyone with a rattrap or casting the Hominum Revilio spell could catch you. We also know that Dumbledore's Order has been informed of your animagus form and are actively looking for you. If you came upon any one of them you would likely end up captured and I don't trust your ability to keep sensitive information to yourself under pressure of certain potions or Dumbledore's mind magic."

Wormtail looked a bit incensed at the suggestion that he was 'defenseless' but his annoyance was quickly cowed into submissive terror when the Dark Lord glared at him.

"If you were to get caught or even seen and recognized, it could cause a tremendous amount of trouble. As much as I disliked your company here in the manor, I see little alternative but to have you come live in the abbey. At least it's large enough that I will rarely have to deal with you personally. Barty, you are also welcome to come live there as well. We have a staff of house elves that will provide three meals a day as well as basic housekeeping."

"Thank you, my Lord. That is most gracious of you and I humbly accept. I am curious... the 'abbey', you called it?" Barty asked.

Voldemort grimaced slightly and Harry smirked before speaking. "The new headquarters' name is Morhda Abbey. It's a rather large castle. Belonged to my family, actually. We've been fixing it up since September."

"Your family?" Barty asked back with raised eyebrows and a spark of amusement in his eyes. Harry smirked. Wormtail just looked confused. He was the only one in the group that didn't know that Evan Harris was actually Harry Potter.

"Now that that is settled, shall we be going? The two of you can follow and I shall have the elves direct you to your rooms. You can then leave and return to collect your own belongings." Voldemort said to Wormtail and Barty.

The two Death Eaters thanked him and bowed. Then they followed Harry and Voldemort as they left the ballroom then returned to the entrance hall. Voldemort ordered Wormtail to expose his left forearm and he pressed his wand to the cowering man's Dark Mark. Wormtail flinched and whimpered deep in his throat for a moment until the Dark Lord retracted his wand.

Harry noticed that during the interaction, Barty had flinched slightly and twitched his left hand. Tom had just reset all of the Death Eaters marks to now Apparate them to Morhda Abbey instead of Riddle Manor.

"Your marks will now take you to the abbey." Voldemort said simply before he turned to 'Evan', the pair nodded silently at each other then quickly disappeared with two soft cracks.

Barty and Wormtail each pressed their own wands to their marks and Apparated. The two Death Eaters appeared in a large, spacious entry hall. Behind them were the main doors. To each side was a short bit of hallway before coming to a wall with wide double-doors, directly in front of them was a wall of glass doors leading out to a stone patio, steps, and a courtyard only faintly illuminated by magical lights.

'Evan' and the Dark Lord were standing a few feet away from them, speaking quietly to each other. Voldemort nodded at Harry before turning back to the other two men. "Barty, Evan will show you around. Grader!" he called out.

A moment later a waist-tall, gangly-looking house elf appeared. "Yes, Master?"

"Lead Wormtail to the green room on the third floor." Voldemort ordered dismissively.

"Yes master!" the elf said excitedly before turning and looking expectantly at the short, fat, balding man. "Right this way, Mr. Wormy!"

Wormtail grimaced at the name and hesitated for only a moment before quickly hurrying after the excited elf.

They went through the double-doors on the left that lead to the east wing and Harry turned to Barty.

"Well, you've got your pick of the rooms. We just gave the smallest one to 'Wormy'." Harry said with a chuckle.

"I'll be in the office." Voldemort said as he turned towards the doors on the right.

"Alright, I'll be up in a bit." Harry called after him. Voldemort quietly hissed the password to open the doors to the western wing and disappeared inside. Harry turned back to Barty and grinned. "There're only two bedrooms on the second floor. They're both a decent size, but they share a bathroom. Third floor has most of the bedrooms, and a few of them are larger or have big closets, but none of them have private baths. One of them has its own fireplace, but it's not hooked up to the floo network."

Barty blinked at him before he shook his head and chuckled. "How about you just take me up there and I have a look at them?"

Harry grinned. "Sure."

They went to the left and headed through the same double-doors that Grader had led Wormtail through a few minutes earlier. As they walked, Harry pointed to various doors and explained what they were.

"Through that door is the sitting room. Good table for poker, some couches, a few bookcases, although there's not much in there right now. Through there is the kitchen." They turned to the right and kept going. "Through that door," Harry said, point to his right, "is the largest conference room we set up. Can hold ten people comfortably. There's another conference room on the second floor, and a smaller meeting hall as well."

After passing it, they came to a small hallway that turned right from the one they were in. They paused there for a moment. "If we kept going down this hall, at the end is the dining room. You can go there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The elves will let you know when they'll be serving food. The elf quarters are also down here." He turned into the small hallway and at the end they entered the tower where the spiral stairs were located.

"If you went down, you'd get to the dungeons. We setup eight heavily warded cells, and one fair-sized playroom." Harry said, with a wicked grin that caused Barty to raise a single eyebrow before he grinned and chuckled. The two headed up the stairs and Harry continued the tour.

"Down at the end of this hall," Harry said, pointing to their left after they exited the stairs, "is the Banquet Hall where we'll be holding the training sessions. We've already got all of the training dummies set up in there. If you turn right from there and go to the end, you'll find the library. We have a bigger one in the western wing with a larger selection, but it's our private stash and we're not about to leave that open for just anyone to take from. Anyway, here're the two bedrooms..."

The tour continued on for a while longer as Harry continued onto the third floor, pointed out which door went to the 'green room' that they'd assigned Wormtail, and gave Barty the basic rundown of the eastern wing of the abbey.

Barty chuckled lightly to himself after Harry had finished describing finding a portrait of one of his ancestors in the room they were currently in, and some interesting details the woman had told him about when she had personally decorated the room about a century earlier.

"What's funny?" Harry asked, turning back to Barty.

"I was just thinking about how absurd it is that a bunch of Death Eaters are going to be rooming in an ancient Potter castle." Barty said, smirking.

Harry laughed. "It's really not that absurd. People seem to have this idea in their heads that the Potters are some old Light family, but they're not."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Apparently the strong alignment with the Light is fairly recent. My dad and granddad were both staunch Light wizards but, before them, most Potters were neutral or even Dark."

"For real?" Barty exclaimed, clearly surprised.

"Yeah. My Great-grandfather, Harrison Potter, the one I was named after, I might add," Harry snickered, "was a Slytherin! His brother was a Ravenclaw."

"No way!" Barty laughed.

"Yeah. My granddad, Charlus Potter, grew up here, but left as soon as he graduated Hogwarts and apparently hardly ever came back, even to visit his parents. He was a very opinionated Light wizard. Hated anything to do with the Dark and raised his son the same way. It's no wonder my father was so easily manipulated by Dumbledore and was so eager to join up with the Order."

"Your father was manipulated by Dumbledore?" Barty asked and then chuckled to himself. "Not that I'm surprised really. I don't think that anyone who works closely for the old coot doesn't get manipulated, I just wasn't aware there was a specific story."

Harry snorted. "Oh yes. Interesting tidbit of information. My grandfather, Charlus Potter, retained full control over the Potter family vaults up until his death, which was only two years before my parents died. He may have been a Light wizard, and he supported Dumbledore's politics but he did not support being fiscally irresponsible with the family fortune. He wouldn't let my dad touch the family money or properties and left stipulations in his will with the goblins not to let my father spend more than 2% of the total in the vault each year except for a few very specific emergency situations.”

"When I first saw the paperwork behind all this, I wondered why he would do that but the goblins couldn't give me any explanations. I asked the portrait of Charlus Potter about it and it turns out that my father had his own personal account since a very young age with a very, very sizable sum of money in it. He gave away nearly all of it to Dumbledore to help 'fund the war'." Harry scoffed.

"Dumbledore managed to convince my dad to 'donate' hundreds of thousands of galleons, so he was practically broke when we had to go into hiding. The house in Godric's Hollow where I was born and grew up? It's tiny. Out of all the properties that I inherited, it's the absolute smallest with less than 2,000 square feet, total. And even it was paid for as a gift from my grandmum to my parents when they got married.”

"But that's just the money side of things." Harry continued. "There's also the fact that Dumbledore tricked my parents with this huge false prophecy he concocted. Lied to them, point blank, about me and what his Seer supposedly saw about me and my involvement with the Dark Lord. The whole thing was really just to lure the Dark Lord into a trap. He used me as bait, tricked my parents into a false sense of security by performing their Fidelius charm but talking them into using Wormtail as the secret keeper, even though he probably knew that Pettigrew had taken the Dark Mark. He wanted us to be sitting ducks for when the Dark Lord showed up to off me. He threw us away." Harry huffed and shook his head. "The man is a dirty bastard, and my father was a fool to follow him."

"Well, you certainly have your fair share of reasons to hate the man." Barty remarked.

Harry snorted. "You have no idea."

Harry climbed between the black satin sheets and the heavy comforter and sighed happily and he cocooned himself in the warm blankets. He heard Tom's deep chuckle from across the room as the elder wizard came out from the bathroom draped in nothing but a lightweight black silk over-robe.

"Don't you look comfortable." Tom remarked. Harry just grinned at him, causing Tom to shake his head and chuckle. "You're in an awfully good mood. Any particular reason?" Tom asked as he began to near the bed.

"I think I'm just glad that we're officially done with the move." Harry said with a one-shoulder shrug as he rolled onto his back and stretched his arms up over his head. "It's sort of weird, because, I mean, we've been sleeping here in this room for a while now, but tonight it feels like it's finally official. That this is now one-hundred-percent our home."

Tom smiled and nodded his head softly in understanding. "So does that mean that the manor wasn't 'ours'?"

Harry's mouth twisted a bit. "Well... maybe. I mean, it felt really good there this summer. I felt more at home there than I had ever felt anywhere else, but it wasn't ours, per se. It was still yours. I feel like we made this castle inhabitable together. It's filled with both of our things and we worked together to make this a home for us. Plus, I know that part of you disliked the manor because it belonged to your muggle father."

Tom grimaced for a moment before looking back at Harry and grinning. "You're right. And I am glad to put that place behind me, completely."

Harry smiled and then pushed himself up onto his elbows while he patted the spot beside him. "Are you going to just stand there and keep me waiting, or are you going to get over here and fuck me?"

Tom scoffed, but couldn't entirely subdue the grin threatening to curl up his lips. "Impertinent brat."

"Of course." Harry replied, smirking, playfully.

Tom reached up, undid the clasp and pushed the loose over-robe he was wearing off his shoulders, allowing it to pool onto the floor at his feet. Harry's eyes widened minutely before his lids drooped heavily with desire. Tom smirked back triumphantly at the lust he felt coming off the younger wizard in waves in response to his nude form on full display for Harry's hungry eyes.

"Dear Circe, Tom, you are so bloody beautiful." Harry whispered with an air of awe to his husky voice.

"Beautiful, am I? No, love, you are the one that's beautiful. My own personal Adonis. Youth, perfected in form. Flesh sculpted by a master craftsman." Tom said as he walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter back, exposing a nude Harry beneath it. Harry gasped slightly at the sudden exposure to the cooler air of the room.

"An Adonis, am I?" Harry replied in a slightly teasing voice, once he'd recovered from the shock. "I thought my youth made you uncomfortable?"

"It was never truly your age that worried me. I suppose if I am being honest, my largest concern was that others would think I was some sort of pedophile. But I know I'm not. It has never been your youth that I am attracted to. It's you. To hell with the rest of the world. I am a Dark Lord and I do not give a damn what anyone else thinks. Didn't you ask me once why I would allow the opinion of others matter to me in this, when I had never bothered to give a damn about them in any other regard?"

Harry chuckled weakly and fell back completely against his pillow as Tom straddled his waist and leaned over, placing each of his hands on either side of Harry's head. Their naked groins rubbed against each other and Harry moaned quietly as a shock of pleasure washed over him.

"I think I may have said something like that a time or two." Harry said with a breathy voice as Tom's head lowered and his lips pressed gently against Harry's.

Tom pulled back a few inches and the two locked eyes. "I love you so damn much, Harry, it's absurd. The tremendous extent to which things have changed, is astounding. A year ago, I hardly even had a body, if you can even call that homunculus a body at all. My entire existence was about hate. Hate and vengeance overwhelmed even my desire to return to my task. I held a depth of loathing for you greater than the deepest chasms of the oceans. I blamed you and Dumbledore for all my woes and my decade of suffering as a spirit, yet, now I can't imagine living a day without you by my side. You've given me the ability to step away from pure hate and feel love for the first time in my wretched, selfish, egocentric life. You saved me, Harry. You did not just give me a body back, you gave me a life I never thought I would have."

Harry stared up at Tom, dumbstruck by the sudden, unexpected confession. "Tom..." Harry whispered, unsure what to even say.

"Shh... Harry..." Tom paused for a moment before looking back with determination. "I wish to announce you to the Death Eaters as my Consort."

Harry's jaw dropped. "You... wha... I... Consort? What exactly does that mean? A consort is like a... a spouse, right? Tom are... are you asking me to marry you?"

Tom's head fell down slightly as he grinned and chuckled lightly. "I suppose so." He looked back up and his face was light and soft. His ruby eyes seemed to be warring between that legitimately happy shine that was only ever for Harry and hesitant worry. Tom pushed himself up onto his knees, still straddling Harry's waist and Harry pushed himself up onto his elbows.

Harry's eyes went down and he couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that they were still naked, and both of them were still at least partially aroused. The position they were in was probably not one often used for marriage proposals. But, then again, what the hell did Harry know about such things? "Aren't you supposed to be down on one knee or something?" Harry asked, joking to cover his sudden nerves.

Tom rolled his eyes and gave Harry a crooked grin. "You should know by now I am far from traditional. Although I suppose I was not currently expecting anything so formal as a ceremony or vows. Unless you specifically want that, of course. I thought that perhaps we might engage in something of the sort later on. Maybe after you've finished Hogwarts. Or perhaps when you actually become of age which I estimate will likely be this coming summer, given your continued time-turner use."

Harry blinked at Tom, still somewhat dumbstruck by all of this just appearing, seemingly out of nowhere. "So what brought this on? And... I hate to admit this, but I really don't know anything about what the term 'Consort' specifically means. What exactly...?" Harry's voice trailed off unsure.

"It would be a declaration to my followers that you are my equal so are to be treated with respect and absolute deference. That you have the same level of authority over them that I do. I know that at least a few of the Death Eaters, especially a few of those that we will be recovering from Azkaban, will likely have trouble accepting any authority an 'apprentice' could possibly hold over them. However my consort is another matter."

"But what about the Death Eaters who know that Harry Potter and Evan Harris are one and the same? They'll realize that you and I are... you know. Involved. Are you sure you're okay with that?"

Tom snorted mildly and rolled his eyes. "Only Barty and Thorfinn know and I believe they are both trustworthy enough to know the truth. I know you're quite fond of both of them. Even the others who are aware of 'Harry Potter' having joined my side are unaware of your connection to 'Evan Harris'."

Harry nodded slowly. "So... a consort?"

"Consort is the term usually used for the spouse of a monarch or a deity."

Harry laughed. "Your ego..." he trailed off, teasingly, earning him a playful bop on the head.

"Brat."

"A brat that you apparently want to marry." Harry teased before looking thoughtful. "This is really for real?" he asked suddenly.

Tom's face softened and he looked more vulnerable than Harry had ever seen him before. "If you are uncomfortable with the idea, Harry, you can say no."

Harry and Tom locked eyes and stared into each others depths for a long moment. One of Harry's hands came up slowly and his fingers threaded into Tom's soft black hair, pulling him down and gently pressing their lips together.

"You're absurd, Tom. Of course it's a yes," Harry whispered a moment later as their lips parted only enough for Harry to speak. "I love you. I'm yours now, and forever. You're a part of me. Quite literally." Harry chuckled. "You've nestled your way deep inside me, and I'll never let you go. If you're honestly willing to let the Death Eaters know what we mean to each other, how could I say no to that?"

Tom got a triumphant gleam in his eyes but it was overpowered by the sense of pure elation and happiness Harry could sense over their bond.

"Together, you and I will be unstoppable." Tom said and he came down and claimed Harry's lips with a fierce intensity. Harry moaned into Tom's mouth and his hands came up, wrapping around Tom's back and neck.

Tom ground his hips against Harry's for a moment, eliciting another pleasured moan, and Harry found himself instinctively arching his back and trying to bring himself closer to the glorious friction.

Tom pulled away again, a bit breathless and looking down at the younger wizard with a fiercely elated gleam in his eyes and an excited smile on his face. He looked so youthful in that moment that Harry was actually startled out of his deep lustful haze.

"We're going to do it, Harry. I just know that with you by my side, I'll succeed. We'll dismantle the pathetic excuse for a government those of magic have to rely upon right now and rebuild something great! We'll restore the greatness our kind once had, but make it even better. A world worthy of the wonders and power of magic. And we'll protect our kind from whatever insanity the muggles will bring down upon us."

Harry stared up at Tom, a bit awestruck by the fierce determination in Tom's voice and the utter confidence the man seemed to possess in that moment. Slowly Harry's expression softened into a smile and he nodded his head. "We will."

Tom's eyes locked with Harry's again and his expression took on a wicked gleam. "I'm going to utterly ravage you, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened a bit. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

Tom laughed loudly before crashing down and attacking Harry's lips with his own. The response was more than enthusiastic and moments later the two where moaning and writhing against each other, desperately racing towards their mutual goal.

The jar of lube was wandlessly summoned and Harry was prepared while Tom made love to his cock with his mouth. Finally, there was penetration. Harry was folded nearly in half with his feet up over Tom's shoulders while the elder set a heavy pace.

"Oh Merlin! There! Right there! Oh! Oh fuck!" Harry screamed as Tom thrust deeply into him, panting and hissing incoherently in pleasure.

§Ssso tight... sssooo fucking beautiful. My Harry... Mine forever...§, Tom hissed between heavy pants and thrust. "Say your mine, Harry." Tom said suddenly, speaking in English again.

"I'm yours!" Harry screamed out, instantly. "Oh fuck, Tom. Just... don't stop... don't... oh Merlin... there! Right... fuck... there!"

"Ahh!" Tom called out as Harry's muscles clenched tightly around him and the powerful wave of pure pleasure from Harry's completion washed across the link, instantly triggering his own powerful ejaculation.

The two shook and shuddered in each other's tight embrace for a moment before the shock waves died away and Tom collapsed onto Harry's chest. His softening cock slipped out of Harry and the younger wizard slipped his legs free and laid flat on his back, softly panting while Tom rested his entire body on top of him.

Tom hummed in happiness and Harry felt the utter contentment the man was feeling and basked gloriously in the feeling. That he had filled Tom with that feeling was one of his most gratifying achievements.

"So if we were to get married, would I take your last name?" Harry asked, jokingly.

Tom chuckled and shifted his body so that he was now lying directly beside Harry so that he wouldn't crush him. "Harry Riddle? Merlin, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind."

Harry snickered and turned onto his side and stretched his arm across Tom's torso. "There's some magic ritual that some of the older family do where the woman's name is changed, magically, right? And all documents referring to her legal name are automatically updated? Can you imagine the reaction that would happen if we did that? If, suddenly, my name in all the school documents changed to Harry Riddle?"

Tom snorted. "Dumbledore might die right then and there of a heart attack."

Harry laughed. "Yeah, although he's probably the only one who would understand the significance, since no one else really knows your real name."

"It's quite likely that McGonagall knows my real name. She and I attended Hogwarts at the same time, after all. She was two years ahead of me, though." The two were quiet for a calm minute before Tom spoke again. "All joking aside, would you actually want to take my name?"

Harry hummed in thought. "You know, I think so. At least, I would at some point. I know right now it would complicate our plans too much."

Tom nodded. "It would."

"So when were you thinking of announcing me to the minions as your consort?"

Tom snorted at the term 'minions'. "I'm not sure yet. I'll have to think of the best time. Whether I should wait until after we have recovered those from Azkaban or if I should announce your position to the others before hand... I'll think about it."

Harry nodded his head and then yawned.

"It's late. Let's go to sleep." Tom said and Harry nodded his head and hummed in agreement. A flick of Tom's wrist and a bit of wandless magic was all that was needed to turn the light off from the bathroom, cutting off the only light that had been illuminating the dim room, and washing the pair in darkness.

"G'night, Tom." Harry mumbled as he buried his face into Tom's chest.

"Good night, love." Tom replied, placing a kiss on Harry's forehead.
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