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Tommy, Son of a Dark Lord	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Six: Repairs and Reunions

Before lunch, Lucius found him and asked him to aid with some of the larger repairs that were beyond the elves' abilities. The man's main goal was to repair the larger wards that had been broken when he had given the manor over to the Dark Lord's use. He could do it himself, but then he would have to update them with Draco and Narcissa's signature later.

Oliver followed the man to the front of the house and stood halfway down the walkway as Narcissa came their way. Lucius raised Narcissa's wand and held it over his head. The words he chanted sounded more Greek than Latin and only a few were at all familiar to the boy. Oliver and the woman held on to his arm, adding their magical signiture to the process. Now, the house would only recognise these three and they were safer than before.

When the wards were set, the two men went to shop for some of the needed items that they could not repair or transfigure in the house. They apparated together into Diagon Alley. They had barely stepped out of the alcove that Lucius chose, when a classmate of Draco's rushed up to greet them.

"Draco, you're back. I was worried about you. Are you coming back to school? You've missed a lot." Gregory Goyle was never the subtle type, to those who didn't know him. But he was the closest friend Draco had, or at least Draco was his. Crabbe and he had never really understood each other, though the rest of the school had no clue. That was how it was meant to be, for that was the ruse they had long ago set up. The two stupid boys of Slytherin, not good for anything more than being Draco's bodyguards. Goyle had unseen talents.

"Um, I'm not sure. I doubt it." Oliver told him, seeing Lucius' warning look.

"Our home is in disrepair and we will be spending time making some of the more crucial ones. Perhaps when this unpleasantness is finished, I will arrange for Draco to continue his education, elsewhere." The man said and Goyle nodded sadly.

"Oh, okay. Can we still spend some time together, today, at least?" Greg asked and Oliver's mind scurried over excuses. Lucius saved him the trouble, though he was not thinking in the same light.

"Why don't you two run along? I can manage these purchases, alone." The man said, robbing Oliver of his needed out.

Oliver followed Goyle to Fortesque’s and bought them both some ice cream. Oliver got butterbeer flavored and Goyle got Merlin’s Delight. Oliver was looking at the damage that was becoming more prevalent around the alley as Greg talked about the recent events at Hogwarts. “So, Pansy and Terry are dating, but I don’t think it will last. She’s been bragging for years about being betrothed to you, so how could we take anything they do seriously? Vince says that she’s just testing you, until the war is over. Is that what she’s doing, Drake?” Goyle held his spoon over his desert as he waited for Oliver’s reply. The Gryffindor pretender looked back sharply.

          “Pansy Parkinson? I’m not gonna marry her. She can date whoever she wants to. What would make her say that?” It didn’t occur to him that maybe Draco and Pansy were an item until he had already spoken, but there was no help for it now.

          “Probably the arrangement between your parents and hers, Drake. You told me about it years ago. Did they change their minds?” Greg asked.

          “Um, it’s the Dark Lord. All pre-arranged marriages have to have his okay. He’s the one that told me not to expect that arrangement to be upheld. Anyway, if she’s dating someone else, who did you say?” Oliver waited for the response, swirling the spoon in his untouched ice cream.

          “Terry Boot, Ravenclaw. They guy is all gas and no piss.” Greg said.

          “Boot, yeah. There you have it. Slytherin girls don’t marry Ravenclaws, they just date them. No problem, anyway.” Oliver looked around some more, avoiding the other boy.

          “Yeah, I guess. Hey, Drake. If you don’t come back, and you go to Durmstrang, will that mean that you aren’t a Slytherin anymore?” Greg sounded like he’d lost his only friend and Oliver felt bad.

          “Not really. I think that once the hat places you, you can’t ever be changed. It’s for life. I don’t remember what they have at Durmstrang, but it wouldn’t change the fact that I’ve been sorted at Hogwarts.”

          “Good. We said we’d be like brothers when we got sorted together. We promised remember?”

          “Sure. Of course, I remember that. How could I forget? Brothers. Always, brothers.” Oliver had a brief pang of sadness that his own brothers had died while he lived on. “Um, Greg. Are you finished with that?”

          “Yeah. What do you want to do now?” The other boy asked.

          “I need to get a copy of the Prophet. Come on.” Oliver stood up and made his way to the newsstand at the other end of the alley, near the entrance to Nocturn Alley. He bought a copy and rolled it up, planning to read it later. The prophet tended to be all propaganda, these days, but he kept up to see what the ministry was trying to pull over their eyes. He wondered briefly if his family might have been mentioned. Greg watched him, a wide smile on his face. “What?”

          “You always get that look when you’re planning something, Drake. Let me in on it, okay?” Greg asked and Oliver stared at him.

          “What look?” he asked.

          “You know. The look that says, I’m as innocent as the driven snow.” Greg adopted a sweet, sing-song voice and batted his eyes in a mock display of purity that made Oliver snicker.

          “I’m sure I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m not planning anything, I was just thinking about how the way the prophet twists the facts, and wondering if I could use that to my own advantage. If I let them in on a few details, of my own, they might just make things seem different than they truly are.” Oliver was mainly thinking out loud, but Greg guffawed in response.

          “See. I told you. Always look innocent just before you yank the rug out from under someone.” The large brute of a boy crowed.

          Oliver was hard pressed not to join him and allowed a smile to fill his borrowed features.

From his place in the cage, Voldemort’s baby groggily watched the activities that went on in the room.

He was vaguely aware of himself, though he seemed unable to respond or act the way he had at one time. His throat did not articulate the way he felt he should, closing up on anything more than a whine or cry.

He found himself uncomfortable and his limbs were limp as he attempted to lift himself.

In all, he was helpless and part of him was becoming cold where it had become wet.

The Dark Lord returned to the room with a young girl and the boy tried to focus on her familiar face.

“Follow me, but do not touch anything.” the snake man said, holding her hand as he pulled her along. “Your family will be so pleased with you. They will live and it will be all because of your cooperation.” he continued as he turned her away from the crib and sat her on the end of his bed.

She was dressed in rags and her long golden blond hair looked dirty and tangled. She shivered and it didn’t seem that she was actually cold.

“You won’t kill them?” she begged as his hands began stripping her. “You promised?”

“I said it. As long as you have been truthful to me. My word is an oath. Now, tell me again.” he said as her dress fell to the floor.

“I-I’ve n-never done th-this before . . .w-with anyone. I-I am a v-virgin.” she stuttered out as his hands cupped her tiny breasts and he licked his lips. “P-please don’t h-hurt me. P-please.” she continued.

“Now, Hannah. That was your name, wasn’t it?” he asked as he pushed her back and his hand moved lower. She nodded and then jumped when they reached the soft blonde curls at her pelvis. “I told you before. . .the first time will always hurt. After that, you will learn to feel pleasure, . . .you may even come to desire this more than food, which would be good, right?” he asked.

“Yes . . .very good.” she agreed, with a shaky nod.

The Dark Lord moved her knees apart and lifted them until her feet rested on the edge of the bed and her soft folds were fully exposed. "From this point on, you will be called Lucy. Do you understand Lucy?" The girl whimpered a "yes," and he leaned forward and sniffed her scent, licking his lips again before dipping his tongue into her open passage and sucking on the firm nub of her sensitive clit.

Hannah jerked away as much as she could in his hold, but a soft gasp was released from her throat and a light trickle of lubrication leaked into the dark mage’s mouth.

AN: Thanx for the reviews. sorry for the long delay, but I'm back and will try to update more regularly. I'll answer a couple of questions from reviews at this point.

Voldemort chose Draco for his magical strength and deviousness. He plans to subvert him to fully follow his teachings.

Also, he's a little unhinged. Don't take anything he says as sane.

As for Harry's help, he's sort of off looking for Horcruxes. Doubt that Oliver can get to him, ya know.

Remember, this follows the books, up to the point that Harry gets Draco's wand.

Snape will be back, as well as eventually Harry and the rest of the seventh years will be making their appearances.

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