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Merlin.. yes!..God.. �

He woke just as he was falling over the edge into a complete unexpected
climax.� The sensations of a mouth around
his cock sucking him gently had not roused him, exhausted as he was � the gentle
head at his groin had incorporated itself into his dream - A dream of green eyes.� He
didn�t truly become aware of his grip on Harry�s hair as the boy deep throated
him from somewhere deep in the bed, until he was literally on the brink of
exploding in his hot..tight..wet...mouth

god.. fuck fuck fuck.. he arched, groaning, as the
boy sucked every last drop out of him.

Admittedly he had denied Harry food yesterday, he thought incongruously,
trying to wind his mind back in.� Perhaps
he had been hungry..

It was an eminently pleasing way to awaken.�
Calming, he ran his fingers through the boy�s soft hair, feeling breath
warm from Harry�s nose flutter over his pubic hair as the boy slowly and
thoroughly cleaned him.

He felt languid and wonderful and he had only been awake for a minute.�

The covers shifted as Harry burrowed his way to the top of the bed again.

�Good morning..�
the green eyed nymph purred.� Tom
actually offered him a gratified smile.�
It seemed that this was worth more than words could convey, by the way it
was met with a delighted beam in return.�

�I got you breakfast..� Harry told him quickly,
leaning backward over the edge of the bed and retrieving with sublime balance
that showcased his formidable abdominal muscles, a tray with two plates and a
glass of orange juice.

Conflicting emotions flared inside
Tom.

...Harry had brought him breakfast in bed.. and had woken him most satisfyingly.. he
was a good pet, deserving of a reward.

...Harry had obviously left the room independently in order to retrieve this
breakfast � he had probably taken some of Tom�s money to procure it � he was a presumptuous whelp in need of
further correction.

�This place has a free breakfast�
Harry told him quickly as he sat up and read the indecision on his face. �I saw
it yesterday when we arrived.� All I did
was go down and pick it up for you.� I...
I didn�t talk to anyone.� I.. thought.. it would be ok to
surprise you maybe.. Just once..�

I.. could have asked � but then I wouldn�t have been
able to wake you..er..like that..�

Tom weighed the argument in his
mind.� It was not entirely unreasonable
he supposed.

And he hardly wished to have to monitor the boy�s movements constantly.� It would be better if he could be relied upon
to act in the spirit of Tom�s own
wishes.� Much like the imperius � One does not need to order every little action
and response � it is sufficient to instill the
affected with the general gist of what is required and, provided they are sufficiently
intelligent, they then seek those ends independently.

He moved to drag himself up in the
bed, turning and piling his pillows behind him.�

Harry beamed again, relieved, as he placed the tray down upon his lap.� He did not so much as spill the orange
juice.�� Tom gazed down at the small
plate of bacon, eggs, and a fry up with tomato, mushroom and potato.� The boy had even laid a small sachet of salt
and one of pepper by the side.�� In the
other small bowl was a fruit salad that seemed to incorporate peaches,
apricots, oranges and pineapple.

Good Harry, he decided.�

�Have you eaten?� he enquired
softly, curious.

The boy ducked slightly, nervously.

�N-no.� I
considered it when I went down there..� but I thought...you
might not like it if I didn�t ask.. after..yesterday...�
I brought myself back some fruit salad and cereal...if..�

Tom smiled, pleased.

Exactly.� The spirit of
instructions.� The boy was doing
well.�

�I believe you are deserving of food now Harry.� he informed him, picking up
his own knife and fork with satisfaction.�

He had the impression that the young wizard by his side in bed was relieved
again.� �Thank you, Tom..� he mumbled and
turned, reaching down over the side of the bed again for a small bowl that, Tom
observed subtly, did indeed include something that seemed rather bran-like,
with a little juice and fruit salad mixed through it.�

Harry had prepared him a large
indulgent breakfast but had served himself something modest and
nourishing.� He added this consideration
to the boy�s current tally of behaviours.

�What time is it?� he asked
absently and, yes, his newest acolyte was able to answer that immediately
too.� He bestowed him with an approving
expression as he informed him that they would return to the banks after
breakfast.

Harry had woken him very early � however this was once again quite in the spirit of instructions. �If he had been asked at what time he should
like to rise in the morning, he would have answered as much. �

It was a Sunday � In all likelihood Harry�s exploitative former employer would
not yet have noticed the enormous sum missing from Harry�s bank account.�

They would have the final fifteen thousand and then they could consider their
next movements.�

Obviously it would be preferable to leave this city � if the man could trace
the location of withdrawls from the account and felt
strongly enough about losing his little money maker � he might have contacts
here that could sniff around for the boy.

Tom had decided somewhere between
the blowjob and the last piece of bacon that he was going to keep the rather
useful eye candy after all.� Harry had
proved not entirely useless..

For that reason, they would collect
all they could and then they would leave.�
At present he was leaning toward using another of his portkey beads.�
Several of them should be less
dangerous to use than the one that had almost placed them underneath a truck
yesterday afternoon � in particular the ones he was familiar with from the
course of the last four years.�

He had been hard pressed at the time, with the distraction before him, to think
of twenty places he could use as locations which would not simultaneously
constitute more dangerous environments than the one he was in.�� For that reason � the actual location of the
arrival point might be questionable in more than one case � as it had been
here.�

The portkey he�d made to Marburg in Germany was in a
location he had not visited for over ten years.�
Anything could be standing there now.�
Although � it was a very old city and hopefully that particular piece of architecture would still be standing
unchanged.�

Nevertheless It would be best to leave those
particular beads for more dire circumstances in which such a risk was
warranted.

He finished the last piece of
pineapple with relish, closing his eyes and delighting in the sweet tart juice on
his tongue.�

Yes... it had been perhaps a good
risk to take a beer in the all-male revue bar in Sydney.� Had he not, he would be likely sitting in a
room with three other random muggles, in stinking
clothing, eating two minute noodles out of a cracked bowl while he waited for
the communal bath to be free.

Harry finished the last of his bran
and automatically moved to collect Tom�s tray, placing it on the floor out of
the way.

�Can we talk about..um.. how
we get back into...that is.. get back control of.. the
wizarding world in Britain.

Tom sighed inwardly.� And the boy had been doing so well up till then.

On the other hand..if he were to lose faith that his
ridiculous little dream was possible, then he might decide to be difficult.�

Tom had had a number of years to sample Harry Potter being difficult.� The pretty, accommodating boy was infinitely
preferable.

�No.� We will discuss it later.� Get up and dressed.�

He undercut the argument before it could take place and pulled the blankets
aside, getting up himself and stretching expansively, rising on his toes and
throwing his arms up above him.�

He felt the gaze and half turned his head to find the attractive boy kneeling up
on the bed behind him with an expression of utmost wonder. �

Once again he found the hungry attention of the whelp gratifying.�

True.. he had once been accustomed
to that expression from all � males and females alike.� When he had been Potter�s age the world had
rushed to bow down and spread itself before him.� And in fact in the aftermath of his most
recent restoration he had experienced a concentration of the same effect � he knew
he could be intensely attractive when he was in good health and tolerable mood �
but over the majority of his years, particularly those in which he was nameless.. ragged.. destitute
� he had been invisible.� He was aware
that he was presently rather wasted � too slender.. taut through desperation rather than art.� He had had neither adequate food nor the will
to groom himself to beauty.�

It would never have occurred to him
to use his body as the boy had � to entertain muggles..�

He would never remotely consider allowing a Muggle to touch him.� To actively incite them to arousal would be
to increase the risk of that unwelcome event.

Looking down at the
..lovely.. creature kneeling as if in worship
below him, he experienced a small paradoxical wistful feeling.� He wished that he could look as he had looked
when he was truly in his prime.� If Harry
desired him so desperately as he was now, how much
more intense would that look of desperate lust be if he were faced with a
healthy, luxuriously groomed and perfectly trained example?!

He dismissed the idle want with a soft sigh and turned away.�

He would take another shower.� Then he would don unworn clothing from the backpack. Today was too pleasant to mar
with concessions.

�

The collection of the remaining
funds went off without a hitch.� It appeared
that Harry�s pimp of a boss had not had the sudden urge to check the
account.� They emptied it to the last
dollar.�

At Harry�s pleading, Tom consented
to take a walk by the harbour.� Although
he could not principally see the point in doing so for the sake of it, Harry
seemed so happy to be granted the simple reward.. and perhaps.. it did increase his own enjoyment of the rather dull
overcast day to see the exotic city refracted through the boy�s naive
eyes.�

�I love the smell of the ocean�
Harry told him, his eyes casting out over the silvery waves.� �This place is..nice..� Maybe.. someday we can come back here..�

Tom mulled the statement over.� It was rather a layered construction, he
decided.� It included an assumption that
they would be leaving here soon � which was intelligent of the boy since he had
not explicitly stated as much.� It also
included two further less logically derivable conclusions.� Firstly that they would be remaining
together, wherever they went � Tom would not
be killing him � and secondly that they would later have the luxury and will to
return together.�

He suppressed a small frown.� �

�I know you think I�m mad for
believing we can win..��

It was said very softly.� The wind almost
took it.� Tom narrowed his eyes and
prepared himself for the return of �difficult� Harry Potter in the immediate
future.� He sighed long sufferingly.

Best to get it over with.

�Fine, Harry � I will indulge you �
once.�
Tell me your glorious plan � How do you think to achieve this!?� Without so much as the use of magic..� Lucius was the strongest
of my Death Eaters � he now possesses an army of thousands and they are no
doubt far more efficiently trained than the pathetic offerings of the Ministry
during my time.�

He is well aware that we both live and continues
to search for us in order to correct that state of affairs.� It would be exceedingly difficult for either
of us to move freely within Britain, even as muggles.

Even assuming it were possible to somehow assassinate
the man himself - and I personally doubt that such a task is currently within
the realm of possibility even for the most highly trained assassin � the edifice
he has built in the Wizarding world would prevail.� The purebloods reign unchallenged.� There are
no halfbloods.. no muggleborns to animate to the cause �and to be honest, in
my experience � those two groups were
never the most driven, the most loyal or the most well resourced.�

WHAT would you have me do?!� Tell me and
I will tell you just how mad I think
you are for believing �we can win�.��

The boy shivered and seemed to
ruffle at his hair slightly.

�Well.. Its not a plan as such... I�m not really good at plans..
Hermione is good at details and Ron is..was.. good at plans.. I was more.. about ideas.� I have
some.. ideas.� Maybe you can make something of them.�

Tom rolled his eyes.� It was worse than he�d imagined.� The boy actually didn�t have the faintest
CLUE how to achieve what he wanted. ��He didn�t
even have a rough plan, half-arsed
though it might be.

�Well... with the halfbloods � most of them are dead..
so there�s not much to be done there.� There are some slaves left though.. Maybe some of them might provide information if we had an
�in�...� Information can make a lot of
difference.� If you know what people are
doing then you can work out where the best place to use your resources is.

And.. well.. there�s Azkaban.. Its full of people who oppose the current
system.. You�ve broken in before.� How hard can it be!?�� There are hundreds of witches and wizards in
there who�d probably easily be convinced to act in some kind of guerrilla warfare
group

Tom actually laughed..

�Break into Azkaban without magic.. No..
not hard at all Harry.�
Go on.� What
else?!�

�Well there�s the muggleborns.. They had their magic taken away.� Surely there�s some way of restoring it.� If you can do something then you can undo
it.� I�m sure that if Hermione is still
alive she�ll..she�d be working on that.� Maybe somewhere someone is..
�

If we could get the support of the muggleborns and halfbloods
it�d be ..something..

Tom prepared to dress the little
idiot down for the ridiculous lack of any scope or foresight.

�And.. I
thought.. if we could
infiltrate the pureblood culture... sort of... at the top..�

Turning, he fixed the boy with an
incredulous stare.

�Enough.� You are mad.� It�s conclusive.�

You are an appealing dancer, Harry � but your ideas regarding the possible and
the impossible are skewed beyond my capacity to explain.� I cannot even think where to begin.

Your.. assumptions. Leaps..�� You ignore the
most basic facts.�

Lets see � the halfbloods.� At the last recording I heard there were less
than twenty percent of them surviving � and those were all slaves.� They have had
magical restrictions placed upon them.�
If they are caught in such an endeavour they will be killed without trial.

I assure you that you will find yourself
betrayed by them if you venture to place trust in that area.�� The things people will do to survive cannot
be underestimated, Harry � look at you and I

With regard to the mudbloods � pardon me � muggleborns
� I fail to see how you can categorically make the assumption that
something that is removed can be replaced.�

Can you replace what Draco Malfoy took from you when he pushed you down on that
bed in your seventh year?!� Can the soul
that the dementor kisses from your body be simply
returned?!�

Some things cannot be fixed!�

You do not even know the method by which the muggleborn�s
magic was removed � and those poor
wretches are likely living safely in the Muggle world � with far less adaptation
difficulty than either of us since they
are officially registered.��

Even if it were possible to redeem
them � I highly doubt that many would be willing to take on the unified force
of that which barely allowed them to
live the last time they dealt with them!�

Any muggleborn with any sense is building a life for themselves
outside the wizarding world and has no interest in your war.�

Moreover � Assuming..that it were possible to restore
them.. and assuming that there were
more than a handful of crazed fools willing to resist � While they may consent to follow Harry Potter � for
all his miserable failure in saving them last time � they would certainly not be willing to rally behind
Lord Voldemort.� The idea is ludicrous.��

Even if all of that candyfloss and
fairy dust were possible � and I in
some state of temporary insanity elected to assist you silently from the
background in whatever limited capacity I am able � their naive joyful
screeching of your name from the rooftops would hasten your � and thereby my capture.� I have no intention of giving up my life for
you or any other.

And finally let us move on to your most foolish idea of all � How exactly
are we to ..infiltrate..
the highest levels of Pureblood society within the
British Wizarding world?!�

Let us begin with the minor handicap that neither of us can utilise magic
without activating the trace � and that magic is essentially something that
purebloods use for every possible
task, from the brushing of their hair to the ordering of their meal in a
restaurant � I believe that it may be somewhat noticeable to someone if two
ever-so-cleverly polyjuiced wizards simply refuse to
use it at any cost. ��

Then there is the fact that
pureblood society is at core one large overly inbred family.� These wizards have socialised with one
another from birth..
they are quite capable of recognising unusual behaviour
in their closest acquaintances � in fact the very society is arranged around a
complex system of conformities to social expectations.�

And aside from those rather glaring problems � the security within that domain
is now beyond the scope of reasonable action.�
It would be extremely difficult
for a functioning hitwizard to abduct someone from
the upper levels � it would be impossible
for you or I to do it.

IN conclusion � you are an impaired little fool and you have just
wasted ten minutes of my life that I shall not be seeing again soon.� Kindly spare me your drivel in future.� Watch the pretty waves and stick to your
areas of natural expertise.�

Harry pulled a sour face at the insulting dismissal.

�Well.. ok.. but.. what if we could use magic?�

�And what if the moon were made of
green cheese � what if you were the queen of France?!� We cannot.�
Be quiet now.� You are spoiling
what was otherwise a relatively promising day.

They had reached an area along the boardwalk around a large arc of the
harbour.� A tiny beach with yellow grey
sand was being lapped at by small waves on their left� Tall spiky trees were arranged in rows on the
right� Quite a few muggles
were strolling just as they were � along with joggers and younger teens on
inline skates.� It was a pleasant area,
Tom noted.�

He had been rather less interested in the scenery the last time he had visited
this nation.� It had simply been a
convenient location to meet with a number of international representatives
regarding his intentions for the British Wizarding world. �However, unbeknownst to him at the time, Lucius had already had his fingers in the international
interests prior to the day � the meeting was a blind.� In essence it had been purely a prearranged
time wasting endeavour to get him far away from the northern hemisphere for a
day while Lucius readied the final stages of his
Coup.

�Nice day for it!�

He looked aside to the bench upon
which sat the overly friendly muggle who had apparently just spoken to them as
they strolled past.�

It was a young girl � perhaps fourteen or fifteen.� She had medium curly brown hair that was
fastened in pigtails.

With ribbons.

Pink ones.

She was wearing an indecently short bubblegum pink skirt with a black and white
striped tank top and was eating a vanilla ice cream in a cone while she kicked
her tanned legs idly.�

She smiled brightly at him as he scowled at her disapprovingly.�

Irritating little junior slattern.� The girls these days started younger and
younger it seemed.�

�You think?� Harry responded,
disobeying rule number one again! �

Tom�s head turned to him sharply.� The boy
ignored it.

So this was Harry�s understanding of obedience.�
Perhaps he was simply aching to be punished again.� For a moment Tom experienced a twinge of
something approximating eagerness � impatience to drag the boy somewhere out of
the public eye and physically express his dissatisfaction with him..

The horrid little teenager replied.. as if she did not even notice Tom�s unfriendly dismissal.

�Sure � it�s not too hot � at least when you�re in the wind..�

Tom blinked.� Harry had stopped.� He turned and looked at him dubiously.� He was smiling broadly at the girl like some
love struck fool.

Did he fancy the little thing?!�

Well that would not be
tolerated.� If he was to endure the boy�s
presence.. gratify him with
his affections � he would certainly not allow him to indulge elsewhere.�

Did Harry imagine that this was in any
way acceptable!?� Was he intentionally
provoking him?!

�Walk with us..�
Harry told the girl.� She jumped up,
bubbling with energy, tossing her ice cream over her shoulder and fell into
line beside him.�

Tom could have spat when she grabbed hold of Harry�s hand as if they were courting.�

And the boy made not the slightest move to shake her off.�

He gaped.� His ire was too great
to be expressed in a hiss or a snarl.� He
wanted to harm Harry. �The boy had been so determined to remain with
him and now he wanted this little
piece of fluff?!

�Tom..�
Harry said with a faint smile.� �Come
on.� We�re all going to talk.�

He found himself shaking with
fury.� No.� He was not going to talk..
he was going to Avada the brat in the middle of the
street and then he was going to port away.�

No!� he�d left
the money.. the backpack was still in their room.�

He ached to curse the boy.� It physically
hurt to restrain himself from the
impulse

�Could you possibly have picked
anything more provocative, do you think?!� Harry scowled at the muggle
critically, his eye darting between Tom�s rage and the child grinning in
blatant satisfaction.

�I�ll have you know that it�s
extraordinarily useful. �Do you have the faintest notion how expensive
virgin blood is?!� �Besides.. if you knew how often the man had cruciated me.. you�d allow me a small
moment of satisfaction.�

The world twisted slightly in Tom�s
mind.� Something was definitely not right
here.�

Typically muggles did not complain about the expense
of potions ingredients.� He was almost
certain that he had never met this smiling little brat before, letalone cursed her.

His mind made the leap even as it rebelled against the improbability of the
idea.

but now that the little girl was walking he could see that there was something not quite
right about it.� The mannerisms were
familiar.� The light brown eyes laughed
at him as the girl grinned wider.

�Polyjuice?�
he croaked?�

�How...

They killed you..
I saw your body..�

Harry..� How..

it�s Severus..
isn�t it?!� How �
and you knew..�

Harry seized his arm quickly, which
was a good thing because Tom found that he didn�t feel so stable just right now.� Severus Snape was smirking at him in a little
girl�s body wearing candy coloured attire.

�Tom..
Calm down.� Look..
we�ll sit down for a moment.�

Sev � you are a colossal arsehole � you do know that,
right?!� Jesus.� And on the bloody boardwalk of all places.� He hasn�t eaten properly in days, you know!�

�It was the safest place..� the girl replied
immediately.� �If we were in private I promise you you�d be in agony by now one
way or another.� Our Lord does not like surprises.�

Tom was blinking, processing the
situation taking place.

Yesterday morning he had been alone and feeling great at the thought of two hundred dollars, offering several weeks
of showers and food.�

This afternoon he was not only Harry Potter�s keeper � although he now wondered
whether the boy�s more sycophantic behaviour could be at all believed � but he
had also profited by several tens of thousands of dollars and one extremely valuable
Potions Master in a little girl suit.

�It�s not polyjuice�
Harry murmured close to him.� �Sev.. show
him..�

The little girl looked around
surreptitiously and slid her hand up the side of her skirt.� Tom saw the slight brownish tinge of a wand
strapped to the girl�s thigh.� A moment
later he felt a very mild stinging hex on the back of his hand.� He looked at the other two in horror.� The trace!�
They would come now!� If one�s
magical core could be hidden with polyjuice then
there�d have been no point to the trace.�

Harry placed his hand on top of the portkey bracelet
that he was already reaching to use.

�No.. you don�t need it.� They aren�t coming.� Trust me.�
This is not a first experiment, Tom.�
He can use it without alerting them.�

�How?!� he snapped impatiently.� �How
is he using his magic � I want mine
back! �At once!

Severus � whatever you have done, I demand
you share it immediately!�

He bore down on the green eyed fiend at his side with a murderous snarl.� As soon as he had whatever Severus was using �
The boy would spend the next few hours writhing under his cruciatus.

�You KNEW this, you infernal little
wretch and you obliged me to continue for one
further day without it?!�

Harry raised his hands in
surrender.

�Look.. calm down.� You�re ok.. Nothing�s
changed.. Except that we can get our magic back..

Oh.. and there�s a way to
give the muggleborns their magic back
too.�� But apart from that..�

�I detest you� he growled back at him.
�If you do not provide me whatever potion he is using this minute I swear I shall..�

He broke off, feeling a sharp painful ache of realisation. He was unable to
defend himself against Severus at present.�
He could do nothing to Harry.

Harry leaned in close and to Tom�s
utter bafflement wrapped his arms around him gently, pulling him against him
comfortingly.

�I�m sorry.. I didn�t mean to shock you like
this.� I..
really.. it was a coincidence that you found me..� And.. everything else..that happened.. I
really meant it..

Except Draco.. that was just bad
luck. �I had no idea he had any kind of
tracking spell on me.. or
other magic in the apartment or.. whatever.

I thought that night when I took you home.. maybe you�d stay.. maybe you wouldn�t.� I couldn�t risk just telling you... I hoped you�d stay..

and then you came in.. and I thought..
I thought.. Well you know what I thought.. I told myself we�d talk..after.�

After yesterday.. �I just realised it might be better if I called
Severus and had him come and help explain the situation..

To his own irritation he had to
fight to suppress the desire to pull the boy close, bury his face against his
neck and scream his reaction.�

He would be able to use magic again.� The
thing he desired most in the world and Harry.. beautiful Harry.. had somehow brought that
too.

For a single golden moment he considered the possibility that the boy might
somehow be able to deliver the moon pie he�d rambled about..

Perhaps he truly had some means of
carrying out his wish to reclaim the wizarding world.

�It is not as simple as merely
taking a potion� the girl who was incongruously severuslike
said quietly � seeming uncomfortable.�

Tom looked at him.. her... with a mildly stricken
expression. �How?!.. tell me
how it works..�

�Not here.� she said quietly.� Let us go and collect your effects and I�ll
port us somewhere safer.�

Tom nodded at once, jumping up with
his arm in an iron grip upon Harry�s bicep.�
He fairly dragged the boy back down the street, frustrated that they had
walked so far from the hostel.

Nothing further was said between them as they beat the pavement but eventually
all three stood at the counter of downtown backpackers while Tom accepted the
hallowed backpack of providence.�

He felt as if his entire body were made of glass and might crack at the
slightest provocation.��

The girl in the pink skirt led them
both back outside and to the closest alley where an
empty soda can quickly became an illegal portkey.

�Close your eyes when you arrive if you do not wish to evacuate your
stomachs.� The destination is under the
fidelius� she murmured, holding the can out between them all.�

Tom gripped it for grim death.� He felt
Harry�s other arm, slip itself around his own tightly,
as if to make certain that whatever happened, he would definitely be remaining
by Tom�s side.

The world spun and he felt himself
flung through the whirling abyss.

The ground slammed up at him
violently as if personally offended by his presence.� He landed hard, crashing to his knees and
felt the boy whose arm was wrapped around his crash down beside him.

Harry groaned. �Ohhh
bloody hell, Severus.. You suck at portkeys.� Tom felt a hand fumbling around blindly by his
side.� �Are you ok?� �he was asked by the
concerned boy.

He caught the hand deftly and squeezed it, his eyes closed.� �Yes.�
I�m fine� he muttered, arching his head and listening to their
environment.�

He could hear the potion master�s strange little body pulling itself up from
the floor. ��Beyond that, all was
perfectly still.� The air smelled
stale.� He felt grit coating the floor
beneath them.� This was not a place
regularly visited.� �

�The location of safe house forty three is the basement of number eighteen Messerstrasse� the girl said quietly with a strangely
familiar intonation.

Tom gingerly cracked one eye,
catching the room just as it swirled into focus.� They sat in a dingy broom closet of a room
clad in drab brown tones.�� One closed door
led from the empty space.� He hoped to
hell that there was more to the place than this.�

The girl sighed and reached unceremoniously
under her skirt, momentarily flashing pink and white striped knickers as she pulled
out a wand that seemed huge in her delicate hand.�� Tom noticed with mild horror that she was also wearing pale pink nail polish.

What in hades was wrong with the man?!� He surely had not gone to so much trouble purely to horrify him.

�I could do with a drink� the girl
said with feeling and turned on the balls of her strappy sandals, striding off
through the door into the rest of the..basement.� Tom could almost detect the absent but
somehow indefinably implied billowing robe behind the sacharine
little chit as she stalked away. �

He turned to Harry, who was still on his knees beside him and was now looking
at him with worry and fragile hope in his eyes again.�

�I told you.. I�ll find a way.� We�ll win, Tom.. I.. Please don�t
be angry with me..�� The green eyes
looked down nervously and then back up at him.��
Harry wet his lips with the tip of his pink tongue.

He tilted his head, looking again
at the boy who was beginning to gain a measure of respect in his eyes.� He was not certain how much of this nervous
servility was an act purely to �manage� him, but he conceded that Harry was by
no means stupid.�

Slowly and thoughtfully he raised a hand and slid it up into the boy�s long
messy hair.� Harry seemed to hold his
breath in anticipation.�

When Tom tightened his fingers and pulled the boy�s head back sharply by his
hair, Harry emitted a low groan and his eyes slipped closed.� His hands flew up to Tom�s shoulders,
clinging needily.

�God.. please.. Tom...� he murmured low, rolling his head slightly.

Tom examined his seeming arousal darkly.

�You are a skilled occlumens..
aren�t you Harry?...How much did you hide.. when I viewed your mind.�
I believed you had opened
yourself...� How much of it was simulated?!..�

�About you... nothing.. nothing..
please..�� Harry
tried to pull closer.� �it was always you. �None
of the others know.. Severus doesn�t know.. thinks.. thinks
I�m mad for bringing you in.. I had to.. I need you�

�And Draco?�
Tom probed.

�I..hid.. some memories..� It
wasn�t always..bad with him.. Had to... had to...
survive..�

Tom leaned in closer until his lips
ghosted over Harry�s slightly parted ones.�

�What else did you hide..little snake?�

Harry cracked open his green eyes a
slit, looking up at him with dilated pupils.�
�Nothing that was relevant then. I�ll ...tell you everything now.�

Tom smiled thinly and brushed their
lips together before releasing the other boy sharply and moving away.� He climbed to his feet.

�If I find that you have lied to me again, Harry...

�I won�t.� I won�t lie to you now.� We need to trust each other.

�..I.. do have a
plan.. it�s been kind of turning over in my mind since
I saw you.� I�ll tell you about it.. after Severus has finished
explaining.�

Tom sighed inwardly at how wretchedly
appealing the boy managed to look
when he was on his knees before one in supplication.�

No doubt the devious little bastard knew
it too and had deliberately made use of it.�

He had been out-Slytherin�d by a Gryffindor.. Could anything be more painfully embarrassing?!� His great ancestor would be appalled.

�Get up then� he hissed irritatedly, although his heart wasn�t in it.�

Damned.. confounded...
boy..� He would not be managed.�
As soon as he had reacquired his magic � Harry would learn who was
stronger.. who was in control
here.

He would ensure that the boy could
never deceive him again.

He stalked out of the drab dust
box, leaving the wizarding world�s �Saviour� on his knees.

�Get lost?� the dry inquiry sounded
out of place on the young feminine purr when he walked into the richly
appointed study.� The space he was in now
was more than comfortable � it had a certain dark masculine atmosphere to it,
probably materially thickened by the book laden shelves of dark texts on all
sides.� There was obviously some kind of
dampening spell around the room.� This
amount of dark magic would spike any ministry�s detectors.� Tom felt himself relax into it as one
slipping into a thermal spring after a tedious hike.� It unwound
his tense spine.� He sighed in relief.

The unpleasantly pink teenaged girl lazed in a large leather recliner with her
feet thrown up on a coffee table haphazardly.�
She was swirling a tumbler of firewhisky
introspectively in a familiar manner.

Tom ignored the snipe and moved to
the other leather wingback in the room, lowering himself with more satisfaction
than he could begin to express.� It felt..almost like coming home.. to sit
in a room that felt so thick and dark.. to sit in rich
buttery leather..in front of a fire..�� Now if only he could use his magic to summon
a glass and pour himself a measure of the firewhisky
on the table.

�How, Severus?�� he cut to the chase.

The girl smirked disturbingly.

�Do you know, my Lord � were it up to me � I would obliviate
you and replace you in the muggle world immediately.�

I recall all too well the nature and
measure of your temperament.. the
impossibility of satisfying you.� You are
a clear and immediate threat, not only to myself but
to that boy panting after you foolishly.�

Potter is under the impression that you are a beautiful, tragic enigma.. � a poor boy treated too
unkindly by the world, much like himself.�

He honestly believes that you are capable of sharing the emotions he feels for
you � that you will behave as you do now, when you regain the ability to curse
him with a mere thought.�

As I am.. or as I was an educator.. I can almost see
the value in allowing him to discover the error of his ways.� It will surely be a character building
lesson.�� He has not the faintest idea of
what he is letting himself in for.�

Tom found it difficult to suppress a
very small smirk. �Severus had a point.

This man.. whatever his
current physical form.. had been by his side for the
better part of twenty years.� And in the
end � it was Severus� talent.. his
brilliance that had saved his life �
restoring his physical form.�

He realised suddenly that he was sorely glad that Severus was still alive.. and at least a portion of that
gladness was not due to the imminent
benefit that he was going to derive from his skills once again.� No.. Severus was..at once the very opposite to.. and
the closest thing he had ever had to a friend.�

The years in which he�d known the man
was betraying him to Dumbledore�s little Order... in which he had enjoyed the
intellectual challenge of trying to trip him up and lead him to slip.. and the curses.. He had enjoyed
torturing Severus.� Never too much.. never so much that he would not
be able to carry out his duties.. but the man suffered
inspiringly.. His steel cage of a mind never for a moment opened.� It had fascinated him.

�And yet..
you will
tell me.� It is written all over your presently
quite bizarre little face, my servant.� I
cannot wait to learn about this
latest articulation of your unparalleled genius.� Enlighten me.�
What is the connection between a twelve year old girl and your ability
to avoid the trace.�

The elfish little face
scowled.� �I�ll have you know she was sixteen!� Truly, painfully
dunderheaded but a lovely little thing all the same.� I�m rather enjoying wearing her..�� He flexed the
fingers of the hand that was not holding the firewhisky
and examined his shiny pastel pink nails.�
�Admittedly she lacked the upper body strength for grinding and chopping
more sturdy roots � but her tiny digits are
wonderfully suited to sorting.� Her hands
do not shake in the slightest.

Tom noted the past tense with
interest.

He looked up as a silent presence
lowered itself to sit on the arm of his chair. �Please just tell him, Severus�
Harry asked softly. ��

The girl scowled mildly and took a
large mouthful of the firewhisky before fixing them
both with a slow even stare.

�It is not any variant upon polyjuice..my Lord, although it
does feel somewhat similar in some
respects.�

It is..permanent.. or semi
permanent at least � it can be reversed, if adequate preparation is made
beforehand.�

I call it �New Skin.�

It does not merely transfigure the outer form of a person..
it essentially binds a foreign essence... a mind.. into a full and complete replication of another witch or
wizard.� The trace does not detect my
magic now because it is her magic �
it operates on the frequencies.. the
modulations.. that are particular to her
physiology.�

It operates better than her magic
because I am a more skilled and experienced wizard than she was a witch.� And of course, as we know � magical potential
is a function of training and development.

The potion requires a very large
array of quite difficult to acquire substances from the target.� Blood, sexual gametes, sweat, tears, gall,
cerebrospinal fluid.. among
other things.. A number of other more ephemeral substances.�� The finished product is taken orally in
conjunction with several other suppression charms to restrict environmentally destabilising
factors.� Full transformation is achieved
in three days and nights.

To regain the ability to use magic, you will have to cease being yourself and become..
someone else.�
Indefinitely.�

Tom felt an icy finger trail down
his spine.�

He didn�t like the thought of becoming someone else.� Many might have had issues of self loathing
and dreamed idly to become another � he imagined that Severus would fit the
profile for such an individual precisely.�
The man had harboured astounding reserves of self loathing.� He, however, had always been quite pleased to
be himself.� He knew himself to be in every possible respect superior to those
around him.� Why would he wish to become
one of the more inferior.� To what end?�

Well.. to the end of using
magic, it would appear now, he told himself.

�And.. how
do you determine.. that is.. how
do you select.. who
you are to become?�

The girl smiled nastily and
summoned the firewhisky, topping up her glass.

�We already have everything necessary to perform the process upon you, this
very night, if you wish, my Lord.��
Potter is adamant that the candidate in question is perfect.. you will have no trouble at all
acclimatising yourself..�

He looked up at the green eyed boy
currently avoiding his gaze.�

�Who is it?� he asked but in truth he already suspected.� The elements of the boy�s �plan� now made more
sense to him.

�Draco.�

The word fell from Harry�s lips like a small leaden weight.

�I take it you were to..� he probed.�

Harry nodded.�

�But.. I think I would be better in a different
role.� I...�

The girl across from them both
sniggered.� �Potter cannot kill.� His manner of...approaching conflict.. is quite different from that
employed by my late Godson.. or � indeed � yourself, my Lord.�

�And you require the wizard playing
Draco to kill...Lucius.. I take it..� he murmured, feeling the deep rich warm satisfaction of
the idea welling up in him already.�
Harry�s peripherally noted nod only deepened the dark joy.

�Among others..�
the Severina added as if it were
inconsequential.� �In effect far more is
needed than simply the elegant dispatch of a number of problematic individuals.� The one playing Draco must be capable of
reading and driving the purebloods.. the ministry.� It will
be necessary to ascend to and remain in
power.

I had considered taking the part myself � however at
present I am the only one capable of carrying out any of the processes involved
in conversion using the �new skin� potion.�
It is obvious that this transformation constitutes a definitive weapon
for our little resistance.� I cannot.. we
cannot.. risk it being lost should I die.� ��

�We.. Who is we exactly.�� How many are you.� What other plans have you in motion?!��

He recalled suddenly Harry�s hasty words to him on the park bench on the
boardwalk in New Zealand.� The muggleborns.� They
had found a way to restore their magic.

Severus sounded faintly proud when
he answered.� �The main body of our ranks
is divided into cells of supporters.. fighters.. potioneers,
ward and curse breakers and so on.. witches and
wizards of various skills, most of whom stem from other nations.� They are of all blood status�
� many are however purebloods who
disagree with the measures enacted in Britain.��
All told there are perhaps three hundred of us scattered across eighty
four secret kept safehouses.� Every single member is thoroughly vetted with
legilimency and a strong variant of veritaserum.� We are most
careful.�

He paused.

�There are also a large number of muggleborns who are currently in hiding,
awaiting the elements they require to restore their magic. ��These elements must however be acquired from within the ministry of magic department
of mysteries � therefore they continue to wait.��

Tom felt himself holding his
breath.�

Had he accidentally poisoned himself � could this all be a wonderful delirium?

Harry spoke up softly,
his hand alighted on Tom�s shoulder nervously.

�I thought.. I might be a halfblood.. your
halfblood.. We need to find out what is going on in
that area and.. and.. I think
I�d play that part better than.. I would.. Draco..�

He truly must be in some idyllic hallucination.�

Not only would he have the opportunity to kill his most loathed enemy, rule the
wizarding world in his stead through murder and intrigue but he would have Harry as his magically restricted bonded
slave while doing so.� He would be expected to correct and train the boy to perfect service.

Admittedly Harry would unfortunately resemble some other unknown wizard.. and he would be forced to crawl
inside the hide of the Malfoy whelp..but.. really � those were evils which could, he felt, be
tolerated.�

�I want to choose your physical
form� he found himself saying.

Harry seemed to blink, confused and
looked down at him with a silent question on his lips.

What came out however was a soft, subservient ��of course..�

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