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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38078 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-That which we make for ourselves
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 23
- 24
- 25
Harry
awoke to the feeling of lips tracing up the back of his neck.� Talented.. purposeful hands were exploring his chest.. plucking lightly at the tiny beads of his nipples...
stroking his warm skin.. heating it further.� He was barely awake and he found his cock was
a steel bar of want.

�Yes..� he groaned sleepily, arching his back against the hot
hard chest behind him, rubbing his arse against the silky member pressing
insistently.�

�ohh.. fuck...�
he moaned as the other boy bit down gently in the curve of his neck and
shoulder while his hand wandered lower, skating nails down his abdomen.. down further to fondle his balls.� �Please..� he
whined, pressing back more urgently.. �Now..�

He felt
the warm slickness of the lubrication spell and sighed in relief.� The hand
at his balls slid away for a moment and he felt his knee lifted up against his
chest, spreading him.� It was held there
by the arm beneath him and then Tom was rubbing the head of his thick cock over
the unprepared rim of Harry�s arse.

�A tiny shiver of fear made itself
apparent now.� Tom hadn�t bothered to
stretch him.�� He would be too tight.. it would hurt.. He remembered
what it had felt like when it hurt... and he remembered how good it had felt
last night when Tom had tongued him and fingered him gently, widening him and
teasing him before he slipped his cock in and finally fucked him half mad.

�Wait..� he whimpered, suddenly panicked, but Tom
thrust in forcefully, driving past his clenching rosette.�

Harry yelped in pain and struggled against the hand holding his knee up against
his chest.�

�Shhhhhh��
Tom�s lips whispered at his ear.�
�It will feel better shortly.. I had no
patience to wait this morning...you were so.. warm and ..inviting...�� Relax... Let your body adjust... Stop panicking..�

Harry appreciated the sentiment but Tom clearly didn�t understand that he was
being torn in half by a subway train at the moment.� The huge piece moving slowly in and out of
him felt like it had swollen to about the side of Big Ben.�

�It hurts..� he complained, wriggling and trying to
get away from the constant tight stretching and aching..

Tom
leaned down over him, pressing him further down onto his chest on the mattress
and holding him in place, capitalising on his position to gain more leverage.� He began to move in longer rougher strokes
and Harry gritted his teeth until the angle abruptly caught his prostate and he
twinged in sudden pleasure, arching back against the
larger boy.

�Oh.. oh.. fuck..�
he whispered and Tom did it again.�

Soon he felt the hand clamping his leg in place release and he had absolutely
no will to move it from where it lay, pressed up against his chest, widening
the way for the wonderful.. brilliant..
fucking amazing
evil evil bastard to make him see stars with the absolutely
magical bloody organ the perverse
fates had gifted him with.� He was
yelping in enjoyment, whining and grinding back against Tom..

The other boy�s mouth had returned to his neck and was alternately licking and
biting him hard.�

He fucking loved it..

When the hand that had been beneath him slid up and two fingers stroked over
his lips, seeking entry he opened his mouth and sucked them eagerly.� Tom groaned and his other arm clamped around Harry,
over his chest, compressing him even tighter.�
He found himself panting around the fingers in his mouth, sucking them
and rocking back against the hard pumping cock, yowling and slurring his urgent
need.�

He wanted this.... this.. �forever..�

The fingers were pulled from his mouth and Tom�s hand roughly grabbed his hair,
dragging him back, at an unnatural angle until he could reach his mouth.� Kissing him and breathing
hot and heavy over his lips, as he punched over the tight bundle of nerves deep
inside his arse with every stroke.�
It wouldn�t take much...more... for him to..��

It didn�t.. ..four strokes and Harry was panting and wailing in euphoric
release.. His cock beneath him, untouched, exploding
over the mattress.�

�Caedmon...�� Tom�s deep groan in his ear as he expended
himself deep inside his arse moment�s later caused a
sudden aftershock of shudders to ripple through Harry.� Tom hissed a soft expletive in parseltongue ecstatically
against his neck, interspersed with burning kisses and hot panting breaths as
he slowed his movement, subsiding against him and finally dropping his warm
forehead against the back of Harry�s cold-sweat soaked neck.� Harry groaned happily, sated and
content.�

�Damn..� Tom whispered behind him, his arms around him, �You were
right.� I imagine that I am going to be
rather possessive of you, when I return.�
At present I feel quite unwilling to relinquish you to another.. even if he is me.. ��You are.. so..�� he trailed off as if preoccupied.

Reality
suddenly hit home for Harry�s lust addled mind.

This
wasn�t Tom.

He
stiffened.� What time was it?!� Where was Tom?!� Why wasn�t he back yet?!� He�d... he�d... actually forgotten this
morning who he was with.� And.. well.. it was easy to confuse them
when he was half asleep.�

�Where�s my wand?!� he managed.� Tom,
behind him, caught his unsettled tone and wrapped his arms a little tighter
around him.� �Caedmon...� You are not thinking to be difficult again about this, are
you?!� We have been through this last
night.. You cannot betray me with myself � even if I
might decide to be somewhat petty about the fact when I return.� It is logically impossible.� I will calm down again when I think about
it.�

Harry
didn�t answer and tried to convey a �non difficult� impression so that the
horcrux might release him again.

Tom
groaned mildly.

�I see that you are going to be
difficult.�� He moved away slowly and
swung his legs over the side of the bed.�

�I am going to shower.. ..You have no notion how urgently I have wished to
shower over the last year..

You may come or you may wait.� The choice
is yours.�� He stood and, picking up Harry�s
wand, stalked, naked and sinfully gorgeous, past the still massive black
mountain of the coiled Basilisk and out the door.

::The mating wasss not sssuccesssful?::� the
great snake enquired softly, sounding concerned.�� Harry scowled up at the ceiling.

Wonderful.� Just what he bloody needed.�
Now there were two of them
...and he�d had sex.. several
times.. in front of a basilik.� Just freaking brilliant.� Where the fuck was Tom?!� Why wasn�t he back yet?!� Gingerly he traced his fingers over the mark
on his arm, wondering whether it was possible to call to Tom with it.�� He was playing over the snake design when
the dripping form of �not quite Tom� returned from the bathroom with a dark
green towel slung about his hips.�

�Are you doing something?� he enquired, looking confused.� �I found myself growing quite distracted by
the thought of you under the shower.� It..feels.. somewhat strange..�

He observed Harry�s hand tracing over the tattoo on his arm and approached more
quickly.� Harry had seen him notice it
last night briefly but he hadn�t seemed too interested.� He�d presumed that Tom had already understood
the nature of the mark.

Apparently not.

�What is this exactly!?� It is not a
normal tattoo, is it?!� he asked suspiciously.�
�I... can feel that..� when you touch it...
it is.. like a..� he narrowed his eyes as if trying to
capture what the feeling was like.

�Like.. a tingle.. in my head..� he finished.�
�This is a mark.. I did not think I meant that
I had marked you when I said that I had bound you to me..�

Harry
looked up at the version of Tom that seemed somehow marginally more innocent
than his own.

�You did both.�

You bound the others too.� They aren�t knights anymore either.� They�re Death Eaters.� They all wear your mark.�

Tom
looked startled and then pleased.� He
smiled and his eyes grew distant for a moment.

�Yes..� Yes.. now that you say it.. I..can feel them..
they are.. I can tell where in Hogwarts they are.� Alphard is..� I believe he is
playing gobstones as we speak!� How convenient!� If I had had this earlier..�� He trailed off looking thoughtful.

Harry
gave him a sidelong look and edged to the side of the bed, slipping out.

�I�m...going to shower.. alright?�

Tom
looked disappointed but nodded and waved him off.�

As he walked down the chilly corridor he heard the basilisk hiss, concerned �::Did you
not pleassse him?�
What isss wrong!?::

He paused for a moment, listening.

::I think he does not want me...perhaps it is merely guilt..
He may be regretting rescuing me..::�

The horcrux Tom sounded..sad..

Harry
tried to push away the small clench of regret and the sudden impetus to turn around
and go back to the other boy.�

He seemed somehow more innocent than his Tom..

He had been so..tender..last night..
The way he�d looked at him.. it
had felt almost like worship.. And this morning.. even though he maybe.. didn�t take
quite as much care as last night.. the way he touched
him.. He felt so utterly wanted.�

He sighed
and forced himself on into the bathroom.�
The shower was large and he felt weighed down with guilt and worry as he
turned in circles under the hot water, letting it run over his face and
stroking his fingers through his hair.�
There was a bottle of some kind of liquid.� He sniffed it before deciding that it was
something like shampoo.� After he had
tipped a measure into his hand he determined that the bottle hadn�t gone down
at all.� Perhaps Slytherin himself had
used this stuff, he mused, rubbing it into his hair and lathering.� It smelled a bit..herby.�

But he supposed that if it really was some kind of ever replenishing shampoo
from the founder era � there were unlikely to be any of the common chemicals
they put into soaps and hygiene products.�
He should probably just be thankful there was anything here to wash
with.

When he
returned to the room, as dry as he could make himself with just a towel � which
was less dry than he was used to being with drying charms � he was horrified to
find that Tom wasn�t there.

Neither was any clothing.

::Where is he!?:: he demanded of Seshastra.� The basilisk turned its head away as if in a
snit and didn�t deign to answer.

Harry
gripped the towel at his waist and raced back out of the room looking in the
open doors for Tom.� He wasn�t in the
library, he wasn�t in the kitchen.. he
wasn�t in the strange little room at the end of the corridor.� Any of the other doors would require him to
touch handles and he couldn�t do that.�

Running and picking his way barefoot through the scales and the bones he hissed
open the door to the outer chamber and looked down the vast dark length.� There was no Tom in sight.�

Fuck.�

Had he
gone upstairs!?� The most important thing
had been to keep him down here until his
Tom returned � what the hell might the horcrux get up to if it was wandering
around up there.�

He might have gone to find some of his former friends.�

THAT wouldn�t be a good idea.� Antonin would probably only need to talk to him for a
minute at best and he�d figure out that something was off. Maybe Abraxas would
notice something wrong too!� Fuck..fuckfuckfuck.�

Harry dashed back to the bedroom.�

He had no wand.� He had no clothes.� What the hell was he supposed to do?!�

He had no idea how to get back to that hidden door he�d used to get down here
with Tom and the sound of that bridge in the dark over a chasm hadn�t been
appealing.�

What was he supposed to do?!� Ride the
basilisk up the cistern into the girl�s toilets while wearing a towel?!�

...He
considered the idea.

Tom
strolled through the corridors, marvelling inwardly at familiar faces.. faces that he had not seen in
the halls for so long, which looked older but still quite recognisable.� It felt.. somehow glorious.. simply to view
other students.� A large number of them
smiled and nodded at him. �

He was head boy now.� He had missed out
on the adoration that went hand in hand with the role.� His other self was fortunate.� Far too fortunate.� He had Hogwarts. He had Caedmon

A bitter little twist in his stomach almost pulled the
confident pleased smile from his lips.�

Caedmon.. The boy was delicious..
enticing.� He
was his damn it..
Branded and bonded his own.� The sensation of his cooling and turning away
ached inside.�

He would
need to have a rather serious discussion with his other self when he returned
from whatever unwise things he was doing with Grindelwald
� He needed to force the other part of him to instruct Caedmon that there was
nothing to fear in giving himself to both of them.�

Of course.. he rather
suspected that he would be disinclined
to do that.� It was one thing to take
pity on himself and allow him to speak with the boy when it was materially
beneficial and freed up his own time (and his highly limited resources of guilt
also, obviously) � but to invite any other to touch... to kiss.. taste..enjoy that boy.�

If he himself were feeling possessive � how aggressively might his other self react to this development.� He had
after all been the one to seal the binding.. to find the boy.. He had spent more time with him

He
wondered what Caedmon might be able to tell him about the future.�� About his future.��
Obviously that was no longer his primary purpose in desiring the boy.. however it was more than thought
provoking.�

Perhaps he should be down there right now legilimising
him.�

Still.. it seemed better to
give him time alone to think about his behaviour.� If he forced his way into the naive
creature�s mind then it would be so much harder to win his preference later..

He wanted his preference.� He wanted Caedmon
to choose to spend more time with him
than with his other half.

�Tom!� You missed breakfast!�

He turned
and found Abraxas smiling uncertainly at him.�
His friend looked older.. more
polished.. he had grown silkier and more attractive,
he noted objectively.� It was good... so good.. to see him.

�I hope
that all of our efforts last night.. that is.. this morning were
of value in whatever it was you needed.�

He smiled
back, extrapolating events in his resurrection.�

�Yes.� They were vital.� Without your assistance my endeavour would
have failed.� I thank you, old friend.�

Abraxas
furrowed his brow slightly. �Are you feeling alright, Tom?� Last night you were acting a bit... off.. and you still seem.. Are you
certain you aren�t coming down with something?�

Tom
hesitated and swallowed.� �Perhaps I am.� I feel in a strange mood this morning.� Accompany me down to the dorms..� I want to visit
with the others.��

Abraxas
brightened and nodded.

After a minute of walking peacefully side by side down the corridor Abraxas
asked tentatively �What has happened to Caedmon?� Dumbledore is tearing his hair out looking
for him you know.� He was in the common
room this morning making somewhat pointed inquiries.� I am certain that there will be more made of
this if the boy doesn�t reappear by later today.�

Tom
startled.� He had known that Dumbledore
wanted the boy.. he knew why
also- at least vaguely - . but.. �more made of it� sounded rather ominous.� He was not certain whether it would be best
to bring Caedmon out or continue to hide him.�
Perhaps his other self would return soon..

That thought gave him pause.

What would happen to him when he did
return?!�

Assuming that they would not both gravitate together and merge if in the same
room � something which he did not really imagine likely, considering the
connection Caedmon had formed between the diary and the heart of Hogwarts �
would his other self require him to wait down in the chamber of secrets alone
all the time?� That would be even worse
than being trapped in an empty school.

Why couldn�t the other him
wait in his room or in the chamber.� He
had had the chance to attend classes
and meals.� It would be only fair for
them to switch.

He might be amenable to alternating, he reasoned more realistically.� Anything that he himself would reject out of
turn � such as being perpetually interred in the chamber of secrets � was
unlikely to be accepted by his other self.

Abraxas
leaned in and whispered the password to the Slytherin shield. ��Tom scanned the familiar faces in the
Slytherin common room.� A boy that his
mind vaguely recalled was called.. something..
Witherstead.. was glaring at him and muttering with a small knot of other
equally disapproving looking students.�
What was that about, he wondered.� He could hardly ask Abraxas.� His friend would
think he had lost his memory and drag him to the infirmary.�� They had reached the stairs and were just
descending when they met Clemens Wilkes and two of his little clique coming up
the stairs the other way.� Tom smiled
engagingly.� He wondered whether he had
eventually followed through with his intent to bring Clemens into the
fold.�

From the snarl the other boy emitted and the way his eyes narrowed, he imagined
not.

�What
have you done with the new fish, Tom?!�
We had bloody Dumbledore in the common
room AGAIN this morning.�

The head of Gryffindor!� In HERE!�
Sluggy is pissed
and everyone else isn�t far off.�
Just what are you playing at?!�
Who is this kid!?� You better have
him back by lunch or there�ll be hell to pay!

The athletic boy he had once found to be quite promising shouldered past him
roughly.

This was
unacceptable.

No one
dared to shove him.�

What the hell had his other self done here?�
Was he losing his grip on Slytherin house!?�

�Wilkes.. I�d advise you to adjust your attitude� he responded
coldly without turning around.�

�If you employ that tone with me again.. we will have words..�

The
Slytherin quidditch captain didn�t respond.� Tom caught Abraxas� concerned glance.�

�Tom.. Where is
Caedmon!?� he asked quietly.

Tom just
kept going down the stairs to the first floor.�
He realised he had no idea which room he was going to.� Slowing, he tried to subtly allow Abraxas to
lead.� The blonde however slowed
deferentially, remaining a half step behind him.��

Damn it.� He cursed inwardly.�

The idea suddenly occurring to him, he probed at the sensation of their marks
as he�d felt it in the chambers.�
Yes.� He could feel three of them
very close nearby.� Further down the
corridor somewhere.. He couldn�t be sure which side
yet.�� It was..he
was sure it was Gyphus.. the
feeling of the boy was inexplicably associated with a brassy golden hue in his
mind.� It tasted earthy.� There were.. Darius.. and..Roan?� �Roan
seemed like a kind of sad peppermint colour to him.. a twanging chord..�
Darius was the sensory equivalent of a snicker.� It was very strange to register them this
way.�

He turned his attention to the other marks, looking for them, and was
immediately assaulted by the awareness that Abraxas at his side reminded him of
the smell of fresh snow.� A crisp fresh icy perfection.� He looked at his silky friend in
surprise.�� Where was Alphard?� He looked up at the stones above them on the
ceiling of the corridor as they walked slowly down toward the three pulses in,
what he was now sure was the final room on the right.� Alphard was far
above.. perhaps on the second
or third corridor.� He felt like a sour
taste � like sucking a battery.� It was
not particularly pleasant.� Palmer when he sorted out the note in
what he assumed was the Great Hall, was even more irritating..
he was a low unsettling vibration..reminiscent
of instability � the sound before an avalanche..or an
earthquake.� Antonin.. he brightened.� Antonin tasted of
salt and sounded like a held breath.�
There was something compact to his feeling.. as one who is very contained and ordered.� It was an interesting feeling.� The Russian was somewhere outside the
Castle.� He caught the association of
water faintly.� Antonin
was near the lake.�

He reached out for the door handle as the idea of Caedmon sprang to mind
again.� He had felt him before but had
not thought to examine the sensation as he was currently doing.� Doing so, he was immediately overwhelmed with
a powerful clenching feeling.� As if he
wanted to grip onto something and draw it into him.� Possessive and dark and almost violently
hungry, the feeling was combined with the sound of fast breaths, the sweet
bitter taste of the boy�s seed and a bright green glow.� It was by
far the strongest of the signals he was receiving.

He
stepped through the door, still thinking on the impressions in his mind and
stopped involuntarily at the sight of Gyphus, Roan
and Darius sitting on Darius� bed laughing.�
It was almost painful to see
them.� They were... so...familiar.. His friends.. his
confidants.. those he had allowed into his trust.� He had missed them.�� He was sorely tempted to activate the marks
of the others and call them down, simply to see them also � but he really had
no other reason to summon them.��

He realised that his face must be showing his emotions at the shocked
expressions on the three kni...what did Caedmon call
them?� Death something..
It had sounded rather strange.�

�Has
something happened?!� Gyphus demanded, alarmed.� �Where is Caed?!�

He jumped to his feet and approached.

Tom struggled and managed to school his face to its usual confident distant
expression.� �No..
nothing.� You
will forgive me. I am under the effects of a ritual I performed last
night.� I was distracted by other matters
for a moment.�

Gyphus seemed to calm slightly but still looked mildly
alarmed.� �What ritual?� What did you need all that stuff for?� Where
is Caed?!!�

Tom
frowned slightly.� More
insubordination?!� �Gyphus.. use
your indoor voice� he reminded
curtly, glancing behind and ushering Abraxas in that he might close the
door.� When it was in place he answered �Caed is still below in the Chamber.� I have not decided yet whether or not to
bring him up today.� As I understand it �
Dumbledore has been searching for him.�

Gyphus nodded, becoming upset again. �What does he want
with him?!� Why is he so desperate to get
his hands on him?� Is Caed
hurt!? �

Tom lost
patience and pulled out Caed�s wand, flicking off a
sharp slicing hex at the strongest of his knights.� The thin cut appeared a centimetre beneath
the white scar on Gyphus face.� Fat red droplets immediately raced down the
other boy�s cheek.� Gyphus
cursed and put his hand up to the wound.�

Abraxas
stepped in at that point, ever the pacifier. �Gyphus.. perhaps you should go and sit
down.� You are somewhat uptight this
morning.� You would benefit from a
clearer head.�� He turned to Tom and
gestured for him to sit on his own bed.�

Tom, marginally mollified, strode over and lowered himself, examining the
visual differences in his knights.�

Darius seemed more hazy and drug addled than he had
been.� His eyes were bloodshot.� Roan was quieter � which was in itself a
feat.� The boy had always been rather
mousey and academic.�

...Gyphus had blossomed into a muscular ruffian. With,
it seemed to him now, an undesirable preoccupation with Caedmon.

�That
isn�t your wand..� Roan murmured thoughtfully and then
put his hand over his mouth as if afraid he would be hexed next.�

Tom
raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the darker wood in his hand.� His own pale yew was probably somewhere in
Russia at present he surmised.� Caedmon�s
wand responded beautifully however.�

�No.. it is Caedmons.� It appears that the binding has enabled us to
use one another�s wands interchangeably.�
�I thought to explore whether any
effects might be observable should I use his wand for a longer period.�

Abraxas
flinched.

�That is.. an unusual effect�
he observed in a neutral voice.� �I have
never heard any other report such a thing.�

Might it have something to do with the ritual
you performed last night?!�� He hesitated
as if indecisive about continuing.�

�Do you think we might learn a very small amount about the
nature of what it was you did last night?� What was the purpose?�

�No.. it is rather delicate.� Perhaps in time I shall tell you more� he
answered obliquely.� �I do need to find a
way to control Dumbledore however. When I bring Caedmon back up, I wish him to
go nowhere alone.� This is rather a
serious concern.�

He was
met with uneasy frowns.�� Abraxas spoke
up.� �If it becomes too problematic.. might I suggest pulling him from
the School.. he could stay at Malfoy Manor..� he would be safe there..�

Gyphus railed in horror � �What the fuck are you talking
about, Brax � pulling him from school?!� Have you gone mad?!� And safe?!� �You can�t fucking stand him.� I�ve heard you talking.� Why in hell is Dumbledore even after him?!�

Abraxas
hated Caedmon?!� He looked at the blonde,
controlling his expression with care.� Abraxas
was sputtering.� �I don�t hate him, Gyphus!� I was merely ...irritated.. that
he had placed Tom�s bright future in the ministry at risk.. however
the notation of their binding has been removed and Caed
does seem to have some redeeming
qualities...

I have changed my opinion.� That is my prerogative, Guy..

You are hardly in the position to cast aspersions over my motives, i�ll point out!

Ah.� It seemed that Gyphus
apparent fondness for Caedmon was
observed by the others, Tom realised.� He
wondered whether he had already spoken with his friend about it and laid down
the law.� If he had
then another such discussion would run the risk of exposing his lack of memory
for the previous.�� He would need
to make certain to have his other self share his memories of the intervening
time in which he was in the diary.� If he
was to take his place, he would need this information.

That
thought dawning in his mind he imagined suddenly what might happen if the other
him were to walk in here now.� It was an alarming
prospect.� He probed in his mind around
the sensation of the marks but could feel nothing that seemed like another him. �Which meant he would have no idea where he was.. he would run the risk of being
seen in the same place at the same time as himself.� That would cause no end of problems.

He needed to return to the chamber to ensure that it did not accidentally
occur.��

Besides.. Caedmon would be concerned at his absence by
now, he was certain.� The boy would no
doubt regret his withdrawl this morning and would try
to make up for it.

He
stood.� �Thank you, Abraxas.� I will take it into consideration.�� You have reminded me of something further I
had planned to do this morning.� I will
see you later for lunch.. or
failing that � dinner.� With luck, I
shall bring Caedmon up also.�

Both Gyphus and Abraxas seemed to have more to say to him but
each looked at the other darkly and held their tongues.� He smiled at the familiar rivalry of his old
friends which, it seemed, had become more pointed over time and had now
polarised in view of their opinions of his pretty blonde possession languishing
below in the dark chamber.�

Walking
back down, through the dungeons and then through the black expanse of the chasm
entry to the chamber, he allowed his next great anticipation to slip into the
front of his mind.�

Food.�

He could eat again, finally.�

Perhaps the boy might have even prepared some kind of breakfast for him from
the cornucopia.� It was unlikely but
possible.� He strolled contentedly down
the long dark green glowing chamber, hissing automatically for the statue and
the stone steps across the water.�

�Caedmon?�
he called lightly, stepping into the dim basilisk debris covered
antechamber.�

There was
no response.

He frowned and walked just a little faster toward the bedroom.� Was the boy sulking?� Ignoring him?�
Asleep?�
Injured?

The
bedroom was empty.�

Both basilisk and blonde were gone.

Tom grit his teeth.� He
was still holding out hope that he might be permitted to return to Hogwarts
today.. however that hope was
currently extremely fragile.�

He was naked, kneeling on a broomstick, with his hands clasped at the back of
his head, elbows wide. �

He had been this way for almost an hour and a half, as indicated by the fact
that the hourglass had been turned once and was half empty again.

The pain and shortness of breath he was feeling was entirely disproportionate
to the ridiculous simplicity of the punishment.�
He really, really wished it to
stop now.�

Grindelwald sat at his desk, writing.� The man was not even looking at him.�

This was a punishment for obstinance.� Essentially the reason behind the punishment
was irrelevant, he had realised.� The
other wizard enjoyed inflicting pain almost as much as he apparently enjoyed
fucking.� His preferential outlet for his
sadism leaned toward the kind of endurance agony that would drive a victim
slowly but surely toward begging and sobbing.�

Tom was
not quite at that point yet.. however
he could see it from where he
knelt.� He would reach it somewhere in
the next hour.

He had
woken when he was rudely reenervated and impaled in bed
that morning.� It had taken him a moment
to reorient himself to his environment.�

The surprise and the position, compressed against the mattress with his wrists
held in place, had suddenly jolted him back to his childhood in the
orphanage.� He�d panicked.� His wandless magic refused to work to throw
the filthy muggle off him and only when the German accent had growled his name
in his ear did he manage to dispel the uncontrollable terror for a moment.� Fury had replaced it..
and frustration at his own inability to defend
himself.�

He was
certain the wizard had known he would react in that manner.�

Grindelwald had become the wizard he most wanted to kill.

He had surpassed Dumbledore�s ranking.��
Everyone he had ever despised more
than Dumbledore was already dead.� They
had all been muggles.�
His father.. Phipps.� Billy Higgs.

Each further hour spent with the unpredictable, oversexed and sadistic dark
wizard currently sipping lemon tea from an ornate royal blue and gold teacup,
drove him to greater internal disorder.�

He was furious with himself for having taken the wizard�s mark and put himself in this position.�
He was incandescent with rage at Caed for existing � since without the boy, he
would certainly not be here in this
room suffering at the hands of a wizard that he had been foolish enough to
render himself defenceless against.�

Most of all he was beginning to despair that the precise terms of their
agreement would force him to prolong Grindelwald�s
existence � that he would not be able
to kill him.. not be able to escape this fate..

The man could summon him whenever he chose.. He could
keep him here as long as he desired.�
While here he could quite apparently do whatever he wished to Tom.�

�Are you
ready to discuss the matter again, Marvolo?��

He looked
up, blinking against the sharp pain that throbbed, stabbed and ached at once
and managed breathlessly.

�I ...still.. fail to see ..why.. that memory
is necessary to you.�

�It is
not needed for you to understand when I tell you to do something, boy.� You do
not say no to me.�

After Grindelwald had finished using him in bed that morning, he
had immediately risen and hurried Tom along to shower.� Then he had walked him, naked, back to the
study � straight to his pensieve, in order to see
Tom�s memory of marking his death eaters, which Tom recalled he had said he
would show him �before he left�.�

This had been fine.� It had reassured him
that he would indeed be permitted to leave soon.� He pulled the memory out and shared it with
the man, actually feeling slight anticipation to receive the other wizard�s
reaction.� He�d been quite proud of
marking his servants.� It was a complex
piece of magic.

Grindelwald had criticised his behaviour with them as
inappropriately familiar and unbecoming.�
He had been particularly irate at Caed�s
marking � calling it gratuitous and unnecessary.� His manner was unmistakeably flavoured by
jealousy and possessiveness.� Thus when
he had demanded to see the memory of Tom�s binding with Caed
� Tom had thought it better not to share it and provoke him further.

Of course
� refusing to share it had been met with an ice chip stare and the slight
disapproving shake that told him he was to be �punished�.�

At first the broom had not been so bad. �It had been uncomfortable..
The raised arms clasped behind his head had not bothered him, although they
forced him to keep his back straight.�

Grindelwald had watched him intently for a few
minutes, the pale eyes gliding over his naked body, an expression that was both
hungry and satisfied at once on his face.��
Then he had pulled out some papers and every awareness
of Tom had seemingly been switched off.�

�It was logical...to bind..
Caed..�� he tried, �You
...suggested.. it yourself..�

�Marvolo.. I will see the
memory.� You will remain as you are for
as long as it takes.� You are only
hurting yourself with your silly arguments.�

He
shifted slightly, wobbling and the pain lanced up through his thighs again.

�DAMN IT..� he choked out with laboured breath.� �Take it then!!.. May ..I get ..up.. please�

The other
man rose from his chair with the slow ease of one not in horrendous pain.�
�No.� For your tone you will wait
there until I return.��

He walked over in a leisurely manner and drew his wand, placing it lightly to
Tom�s temple.� Tom focussed impatiently
on the memory of taking Caedmon to the transfigured bed.� He felt the cold unpleasant sensation as it
was dragged away and heard Grindelwald walk calmly to
the pensieve.

He needed
to find a way to dissolve the mark he had taken.� Principally he knew it was impossible.. but that merely meant that no
one else had yet achieved it.� He would
find a way.� He refused to accept this
treatment.� He would free himself and
then he would kill Grindelwald.�� Forget his horcrux � this was the matter he needed
to first dedicate himself toward.�

He thought again of Caedmon.� Perhaps
there was something in the boy�s memory that might help.� If he had achieved it � perhaps there were
signs that might point to what he had done.�
He needed to return and take all
of Caed�s memories.�

And perhaps he might take a little skin also for the suffering he had had to
endure here.�

�What
disease of the mind persuaded you to use that
binding spell� the irate accented voice snarled behind him.� �You have placed the creature as a partner.. not merely a bound slave.� There is no advantage to it..
�There are many spells that would allow you to restrict his movement.� Are you attached
to the boy?!��

The German stalked into his field of vision.�
He scowled up at him silently.�
Yes.� The spell he had used was
possibly somewhat unnecessarily kind.. he had wanted to
possess Caed in that manner.� He was certainly not going to defend it to
the other wizard.

�You know
you will be killing him � it was discussed, Marvolo.� When you have retrieved all information from
the boy, you will dispatch him quickly and efficiently and come to me
here.� It was your agreement.�� You wished to ..learn.. from me � did you not?!��
It will be inadequate to teach you while you remain in Hogwarts.�

Tom
experienced a mental derailment.

He had no intention of killing Caed.� Caed belonged to him. �He could
not kill him in fact � he would be killing a piece of his own soul.� He was, however, hardly going to inform the
dark dictator about that little piece of trivia.

It was disturbing that Grindelwald had, over the
course of the last day, changed his tune to the extent that he was now
seemingly demanding that he remain with him permanently.�

He did not spare a second thought for the suggestion that he would remain here
to learn something from the man.� No.. he had seen enough of the older man now � if he had him here
at his disposal perpetually, Grindelwald would
probably have him naked most of the time and in agony for a decent percentage
of the total.

�May..I..�

�Yes yes.. get up� the German snapped
irritably vanishing the broomstick with his wand.� Tom crashed the two inches to the ground,
crying out at the sudden sharp increase in pain to his already screaming knees.� He lowered his arms and curled forward over
his knees, his eyes clenched, trying to catch his breath which was suddenly
speeding.

�I am.. disappointed.. in your choices.� He heard the man above him say in a dark
voice.�

�Maybe you do not learn so well with discipline alone.� Perhaps I must.. coddle.. you, a small amount to
make you see what is best for you.�

Tom didn�t care.� He wanted to do or say
whatever was required in order to be allowed to leave now.

�I must.. return to Hogwarts..Gellert..� he panted.�

�Stand, Marvolo.�

He
groaned inwardly.� He didn�t know whether
he could at present.� The German seemed
to understand this a moment later and he felt the man
crouch down next to him.�

�Turn then.. Lie down on your side.� Let me see your knees.� Perhaps I was overzealous.� You are obviously not used to physical
rigours.�

Tom
subsided gently to his side, despising himself for feeling grateful.

He felt
the other man�s fingertips trace over his bruised knees lightly.� It twinged
slightly.� A moment or two later he
flinched at the sensation of something cold and slick being rubbed into his
skin.�

�This should dull the pain and assist the bruises to heal� Grindelwald
informed him quietly. �Remain as you are for a few minutes, Marvolo..��

He opened his eyes at the feeling of the now dry fingertips brushing his hair
to the side slightly.�� Grindelwald was looking down on him with a strange
expression.� He felt uncomfortable and
moved to straighten his legs and distance himself.� The hand that had touched his hair moved to
press lightly on the centre of his chest, stilling him.

�I will teach you for an hour or two.. and then you will be permitted to return to your school.�

Irritatingly
� a small curious eagerness ignited in him at the thought that the wizard would
actually teach him something.� It was
mostly overwhelmed by dubiousness.� Grindelwald�s behaviour was volatile and
unpredictable.� He would just as likely
show him one useless spell and then decide to string him up over burning coals
or bend him over his desk.�

The man in question rose effortlessly from his haunches and paced away to the
desk.� Tom sighed under his breath in
relief.

Surprisingly,
he was allowed to rest on his side for ten minutes while Grindelwald
returned to whatever the correspondence was that he had been working on
previously.�� He relaxed and slowly
flexed the muscles in his calves.� The
punishment was effective � he made a note to employ it on Gyphus
the next time the boy pushed his patience too far.

�You
should be able to stand now, Marvolo� the voice
floated over to him distractedly.�
�Prepare yourself..�

He
climbed to his feet and shook his limbs slightly.� He still felt somewhat stiff but it was
tolerable.

�Accio Marvolo�s wand� Grindelwald raised a hand without looking up.� When his wand came
sailing through the study door into his hand he held it out to him
absently.�

It felt better to hold his wand.� He
stroked the pale twisted wood with a finger in a manner that had long become
habitual.� The room was slightly cool on
his naked skin and he hoped he might be allowed to wear his robe again.

After a
minute, Grindelwald stood and looked him over
appreciatively.� The wizard walked over
and cupped his jaw in a hand.

�You should show more gratitude, boy� he was told mildly and released.�

�I will
show you something simple first.� Your
ability to perform what I show you will decide what else I might teach you.�

He drew his wand.

�Karphron lux�

Tom
watched as a tiny flame appeared and then grew until it resembled a Chinese dragon
of fire.� The entire creature was the
size of his hand.� It danced through the
air and circled around Grindelwald�s wand when he
raised it.� It was a beautiful little
thing

And entirely useless, as far as he was concerned.� The great wizard chose to teach him something
and the spell he selected made tiny dragon illusions.� Perfect.�

�Do you
know what it is?� Grindelwald enquired curiously.

He
hesitated.� Something in the way he had
asked.. Was there more to the spell?!� He thought about the incantation.. it wasn�t familiar.� Something about the dragon itself?� He inspected it.� It was turning in lazy circles over the other
wizard�s palm.� Orange and red flames
coruscated over its liquidlike surface slowly.

He had a sudden inkling.. but
that was impossible.� There was only one spell and it was quite famously
uncontrollable.. This little illusion was seemingly
obedient to the other wizard�s very thought.
And it had not destroyed anything.�

�Is it..somehow related to..fiendfyre?� he asked hesitantly.

Grindelwald smiled approvingly.� �Clever boy, Marvolo.� It
is a very old spell.. almost
as old as that spell that you
know.� This was created by Carocus Moloch in the 1400s as a
training tool toward mastering the other
spell.� You have observed me cast it �
show me it now.�

Tom
duplicated the incantation and wandwork as he had
seen it.� A small orange flame appeared
and started to grow.� It became a more
slender serpentine creature than Grindelwald�s
dragon.� The tiny thing curled and
twisted for a moment and then it turned and attacked his hand.� He hissed in irritation as it burnt him and
kept coming, slithering over his skin painfully.

Grindelwald was laughing.

�It is
not such an easy spell after all, hm?� Your face when I showed you..
a wonder.� You
thought me a fool?

It is a very useful spell and known to few.�
If you can master it.. you
may perhaps someday master fiendfyre.� Dispel it and cast anew.� The moment you lose grip on the creature, it
is impossible to regain.�

Tom, who
had been struggling to figure out just how to do that, frowned and finite�d the tiny snake.�
He tried again and managed this time for seven seconds before the little
flame serpent turned and set upon him.�
His hand was one massive knot of burned lines now.� It hurt terribly.� Grindelwald had him
attempt the spell another five times before he summoned murtlap
ice in a silver bowl and allowed him to bathe his hand.

�Be
thankful it did not strive for your face� the german
smirked quietly as he inspected the healing wounds in the silvery dish.� �Are you able to cast with your left hand?�

Tom shook
his head slightly.� He had actually been
meaning to work upon that.� He had seen
that it could be very useful under certain circumstances to be able to cast
with both hands.�

�You will
practice it.� There is a spell I would
teach you but it must be cast left handed or it can be dangerous to the caster.�

To his
relief and mild astonishment, the dark wizard upheld his intent to teach him
for a few hours before releasing him.�
Three hours later almost to the minute, he was allowed to dress once
more in his school robes and was apparated to the Belgian bridge.� Exhausted and with a wand hand that still
smarted mildly he created a portkey back to the
forbidden forest.� In the wake of the
experience he found that his fury with Caed was
diminishing somewhat and he was more anxious to return to the daft little waif
and take what comfort he could find there than to curse him bloody and retire
to bed alone or with a lover who did not want to be there.�

The portkey gripped his intestines and ripped him
away powerfully.

It was
darkening when he arrived back at the clearing in the forbidden forest. He
wondered whether Caed had panicked much at being alone
in the chamber with Seshastra.� The basilisk would have left him in peace no
doubt..

Unless he talked to it first perhaps.� He wondered though..
Caed had been terrified of it.� It was unlikely that he would take it upon
himself to have a conversation with him.

He
stalked through the lengthening shadows up the grass toward the castle.�

�

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