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Crimson Ink	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 61626 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Chapter List
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(I'm thinking)
"I'm speaking"
Pairing: Yaoi M/M, Harem – top Harry x bottom de-aged Severus / Tom / Lucius
Last Time:
Bellatrix scoffed, “She and Mary will be pissed if we mourned them. They’ll be far more pleased if we end Dumbles soon. Who do we need for healing my idiot cousin?”
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“Umm you’re the one …” Bellatrix blinked as Rabastan came in with Barty and Rodolphus.
Rabastan pouted as his brother smirked, “I was training to be a mind healer in school. When I joined as a Death Eater I focused on dueling, but I still finished my training. If I wasn’t arrested I wouldn’t have lost my license. That’s no problem though since I redid my training once my charges were cleared. Had to do something to stay busy while waiting for any news on Dumbles. It took longer because the people in charge didn’t trust me, but Rodolphus went with me to make sure no one tried anything and it worked. I finally got it today!”
Barty chuckled, “So that’s why Bells and I couldn’t find you when we went to look at the portkey location.” He and Bellatrix flinched as they recall the horrifying episode with the acromantulas. “We just never knew.”
“The old dark lord wasn’t interested in healers, just fighters. I made a point of keeping it quiet … plus our father would never have approved. Keep in mind I was the first to notice Voldemort’s mind going.” Rabastan pointed out.
Bellatrix hummed in thought, “Actually I do remember you being able to talk him down a couple times … nice job!” She said with a slap on Rabastan’s back that nearly sent him falling to the floor. Perhaps she was more annoyed that her friend didn’t say anything to her before this than she let on.
“Yeah. I better get started… I’ll analyze you another time.” Rabastan exclaimed cheerily as he rolled up his sleeves.
Bellatrix twitched, “Why you! I-“ she blinked as she saw Rabastan begin rolling up his sleeves. “What are you doing?”
“Sirius is against Death Eaters. He needs to see that my mark isn’t the dark mark. Hold this. Can’t very meet a mentally ill man with a weapon.” Barty said casually as he handed Rodolphus his wand. “Leave us alone for an hour. Flipsy, Flopsy, Dobby, don’t interfere or let anyone get near the door and only ever pop me in and out, but leave his meal behind right after you take me out.”
Dobby and his two fellow elves pop in and nodded, “We will have a meal from the recipes you provided ready in an hour. Just so you know, he has tried breaking through the window and door. Dobby reinforced everything and had to charm everything to lock them in place so he wouldn’t throw the furniture.”
Rabastan chuckled nervously, “This won’t be easy, but it has to be done.” He said as he took Dobby’s hand and disappeared with a pop. Now it was time to try to convince a madman that he isn’t a Death Eater, like everyone thought before he was released from Azkaban, and start the healing process. Rabastan found himself appearing in a dark room, which shouldn’t be possible at this time of day with a widow. “Dobby, you did put him in a guest room, right?”
“Dobby did.” The house elf jumped when he heard and growl followed by Rasbastan yelping. He snapped his fingers to light the fireplace in this room. The light revealed soot all over the floor and smeared on the window to block the light from outside and and Rabastan on the floor with a large black dog on him. The beast was doing everything he could to rip out the wizard’s throat.
Despite the huge jaws snapped Rabastan looked at the elf, “Stick to your orders! One hour!” Dobby hesitated when Rabastan actually let the beast bite down on his arm just to get the leverage he needed to flip the beast off of him. However, after a moment Dobby did snap the windows clean and left, but he added healing potions and replacing the sooty heat source to the list of things to do …
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Hermione subtly kicked Ron under the library table, “Stop glaring.” She hissed under her breath.
Ron’s jaw dropped in disbelief, “but Sam isn’t actually on our side.” He growled through the pain as he shot the handsome blonde Gryffindor a glare for getting too close to Harry as they grabbed a couple books.
“He is on our side.” Hermione said referring more to Dumbledore’s side than anything else. “Even more than you. Just because Dumbledore lets you in the loop doesn't mean that you’re doing a great job helping. I’ve had to cover up for your big mouth since day one. At least, Sam is doing his job in seducing Harry and I don’t have to worry about him spilling anything. After all, he can’t blab what he doesn’t know.” She raised an eyebrow at the look of confusion on Ron’s face and smirked. “Yes, Sam is meant to seduce him. Didn’t you know?”
The Weasley glared, “Why? The headmaster is-“
“Found it.” The blonde brown eyed wizard with the hidden identity of a dark lord said sweetly as he and Harry came towards them. “It was in the wrong section.” He said and blushed as Harry sat down next to him when they joined Ron and Hermione.
“I hate it when people do that.” Hermione muttered in very real annoyance.
“Can’t be helped. So Ron, did I hear you say something about the headmaster?” Harry asked curiously.
Ron gritted his teeth and tried to force a smile, but it definitely looked strained, “It’s nothing. I was just …”
“Ron was talking to me about the change to the classes this year.” Hermione said casualty as she opened the book Sam brought over. “Sounded like Ron was going to ask why the headmaster did it. Am I right?” She asked calmly, throwing Rom a sharp look.
“Yeah.” Ron huffed.
Sam frowned, “That is a good question. The Forbidden Forest has been off limits until now, but now a pair of students will be allowed to explore. It’s odd, but it is only for seventh years so maybe the headmaster is just trying something new to see how it goes.”
“Possibly.” Harry hummed in thought. “Could be fun. Draco and I were thinking of trying it.” He said bringing up the Slytherin everyone knew was his brother and noticed that it caught Hermione’s attention almost immediately.
Hermione’s head snapped away from the book and smiled, “it starts after three weeks of school so in a few days. You two should sign up. Being in a Forbidden Forest together at night could be very fun.” She winked teasingly actually making Sam and Harry blush. Ron, however, bristled.
The group managed to find the information they needed and complete their homework. However, they soon found that they were going to be late for dinner if they didn’t hurry. As they gathered their things Harry spotted a rat peek out at them from under the librarian’s desk and almost wave before hiding again.
Harry nudged Hermione almost shyly, “Hey, could you let me and Sam have a minute alone?”
Hermione smiled, “Of course. I’ll take Ron and go ahead.” She said with a teasing wink before hooking her arm with Ron’s to drag him along. Despite being hungry Ron seemed very irritated at the prospect of leaving the two alone.
Sam raised an eyebrow when Ron seemed to actually fall slightly limp and, unnoticed by the untrained eye, was slightly floating behind Hermione, “She hexed him.”
Harry hummed in agreement as Vesta popped out of his poster to wrap her illusions around them, “What did you find, Peter?” He asked once he got the ok from Vesta.
Peter scurried out from under the desk and shifted into his human form, “Ok, Dumbles is definitely setting something up in the Forbidden Forest. It’s like he’s clearing a special trail by putting up charms and runes. From what I can see it looks like he’s making it safe for small numbers of students to be guided through the first and remain unseen.”
Tom frowned under his blonde haired disguise as Sam, “We know that’s not the case. Are there any triggers or out of place runes?”
“I’m going back to check all around the path and see if I can find anything. I’ll send a pensieve to Lucius once I’m done.” Peter opened his mouth as if to say something, but the wizard actually trailed off as he wasn’t sure how to report the rest. “About that other thing … I couldn’t find anything.”
“I see … thank you for looking.” Tom said in a hollow voice as he tried to avoid eye contact with Harry who looked a bit puzzled.
“Yeah …” Peter seemed saddened, but quickly turned back into a rat and disappeared into the maze of shelves and tables.
Harry looked at Tom,“What was that-“
“It’s not important. We’re going to be late.” Tom said and smiled as he took Harry’s hand so they could walk out as a happy couple.
The teasing from other Gryffindors at their table in the Great Hall and the glares from Ron didn’t make Harry forget about that odd exchange. He wanted to know what that meant. Why did Tom ask for something without telling him? What did the wizard want to know? He trusted his lover, but with what happened to Myrtle and the obvious rise anxiety on the horcrux issue he needed to be sure that Tom wasn’t thinking of doing something stupid. Later that night he slipped out of bed after seeing that Ron was asleep and went to find Tom. He wasn’t the only one looking for their lover though.
Neville twitched and smiled sheepishly when Harry caught him trying to quietly sneak around the beds too, “Can we pretend you didn’t see me?” He whispered to the very amused Potter.
“Where’s Sam?” Harry whispered as Vesta bolted out of room to look for Tom.
“I saw him in the common room reading. I don’t think he went to bed.” Neville said softly while glancing at the little fox as Harry slipped out of the dorms and into the commons.
Harry spotted ‘Sam’ and leaned down to nudge Vesta. The little fox saw him gesture towards Neville who was standing in the dark dorm and got the hint. As Harry went over to Sam the little fox ran over to Neville. The Longbottom turned invisible as the fox’s illusion hid him, and the pair left the room.
A slight tug on Harry’s mind told him Tom was trying to connect with him and he reached out with his own mind. Their minds connected sending a shiver down both their spines as their magic sang slightly even with only the fine threads of magic coming in contact. Harry sat down on the large plush chair next to the fire. Tom set his book down and curled up in the large chair right next to Harry. Anyone watching would see two love birds cuddling in silence and never know that a whole conversation was going on in the couple’s minds.
(Should you have let Neville borrow Vesta? We can’t be as free to chat without her illusions.) Tom thought knowing Harry could hear it.
(If Dumbles is watching then it’s probably better that he doesn’t see Neville meet Draco. We can get away with this for a little bit.) Harry thought and he wrapped his arm firmly around Tom to cuddle him closer. As a result he felt Tom stiffen when hearing the headmaster’s name. (Want to tell what was about before with Peter?)
Tom nuzzled Harry’s chest both for comfort and to hide his slight scowl, (What he did was …) Tom’s body shivered slightly in pure anger as he thought of his friend, Myrtle, and what Dumbledore did to her. (I thought … if there was a trace then maybe I could bring her back.)
(An exorcism reversal.) Harry concluded mentally. (There’s no guarantee that would work even if a big enough fragment of her soul was found. You’d be more likely to hurt yourself because of the large amount of magic needed.)
Tom mentally huffed and cuddled closer, (You really did read the entire library.) Tom glanced at Harry’s eyes in time to see the amused spark that flashed in them. (She suffered so much … I had to try something.)
(I doubt she saw it that way. In fact, I bet she’d be happy that her exorcism could be used against Dumbledore.) Harry thought comfortingly.
Tom hummed thoughtfully, (True. Bringing that monster down was a given. I just wish I could do more. I couldn’t even save her sister.) Tom felt a comforting flare of Harry’s magic brush him. (I know she wouldn’t blame me for that … she would, however, be pissed that I’m not playing my part like I should be. I am supposed to be seducing you, aren’t I?) He said letting his hand rest on Harry’s thigh.
(Technically, that deal was struck by Amycus and Alecto who were writing the letters every summer as you so I should be making out with them.) Harry resisted the urge to smirk at the flash of possessiveness in those eyes.
“Mine.” Tom hissed so far under his breath Harry wasn’t entirely sure that he heard it, but it didn’t matter because Tom made his stance very clear by swiftly straddling Harry’s hips and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
The make out session started seriously heating up as Tom felt Harry’s strong hands move from his hips to his ass. That slow pace made sense considering they w3ere supposed to be pretending to be just horny inexperienced teens in case Dumbledore was watching. However, Tom hated that slow pace. He wanted his lover now and he didn’t want to wait. Unfortunately, there was one thing Tom hated more and that was being interrupted completely.
“What the hell?!” Tom and Harry looked up to see a furious red haired Ron Weasley, but didn’t have time to dodge the onslaught of items he spelled their way.
It was only luck that the first things in range Ron levitated at them were pillows. The pillows pummeled Tom sending him flying off Harry and to the floor with a thud. Thinking quickly he rolled on his side and used the pillows as a shield for the books that followed.
“Ron, knock it off!” Harry snapped and quickly tackled Ron to the ground.
“No! That tramp shouldn’t be climbing on you like that! The headmaster would want his s-“ Harry cut off the ranting with a quick body bind spell, but a part of him really wished he let the bonehead rant. It could be very informative, but then it’d add to the problems. After all, if the headmaster was watching he had to think they still know nothing.
“You can talk to the headmaster in the morning.” Harry scowled at the glaring frozen redhead before walking over to Tom. “Sam, you ok?” He exclaimed trying to sound concerned for his powerful lover who, in reality, can easily handle a brat’s tantrum.
As expected he felt the slight tug as he pulled the pillows away from Tom. No doubt it was Tom’s magic instinctively holding them in place. Something that did surprise him was the stunned look on his lover’s face. Tom was just lying on his side staring at the fire and did so for a couple seconds before chuckling and pouncing on Harry.
The tug on his mind as Tom kissed him told Harry to mentally connect again and the following words from Tom stunned him. (I found the heart of Gryffindor.)
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