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Harry Potter and the Slytherin Heirs	By : SilverAngel621 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So first of all I had a wonderful reader volunteer to take on being my beta. Can we just have a round of applause please because trust me, my unedited stuff is horrendous and even though she says she doesn't mind I still don't believe her and am in awe of her. So hopefully from now on all my chapters for this story will be betad by mangoarcher1802. And the names for the Chinese minister and his wife were suggested to me by Ykmust, so applause goes to her too :). This chapter is dedicated to the the readers who requested a little vomit and a little violence, so I hope they like it. TonysSilverFox gave me the idea to have Umbridge and Rookwood as the victims so a round for her too pls. (P.s. Don't worry, this is just the appetizer, more detailed gore and hands on torture to come, just couldn’t fit it into this chapter.
Also, you'll see I borrowed a line from suicide squad, lol, three guesses who tom is channeling from the suicide squad.
So ah warning for mild gore in case you guys aren't into that. It's only two paragraphs but those of you who like more, I'm writing a full length torture scene.
P.s. Check out this pic, I saw it as a readers avatar and they were kind enough to link me the picture, maker of pic unknown Tom and Harry Fanart (it is perfect for the dance scene)
Chapter 6
The dark lord stood tall and proud, surrounded by his inner circle with world leaders vying for his favor. But his eyes followed Harry as the infamous wizard smiled and chatted with the other guests and their partners. No matter Harry's position, no one could deny the wizard was powerful. He would have to be to be able to survive the Dark Lord for as many years as he had. His tore his eyes from his object of obsession and looked around the room for his children.
Salazar, almost as intimidating as his father with none of his mother’s charm, was doing his duty as the heir apparent to the Slytherin line. With the same hooded eyes and chiseled cheeks of his father, he made a circuit around the room making sure to talk to the leaders he'd been in contact with for the past few months.
Hadrian, who seemed to get all the charm Salazar lacked intimidated as easily as he bewitched with his quick smile and even quicker wit. He led Harry around on his arm as they mingled with their guests. Occasionally, their heads would meet and they would share conspiratorial whispers. There was an easy camaraderie between that sometimes Tom envied. Especially when Harry was giving him the cold shoulder.
A few of the guests glanced nervously over the third son who stayed close to Teddy, the godson of Harry Potter. It's was probably due to the fact that many thought Teddy was Fenrir’s biological son. After Remus Lupin’s death during the Second Great War, his son had been given to Fenrir since he had bitten and sired Remus. Since Nymphadora Tonks had been disowned by the Blacks for marrying a werewolf, they had not been an option. It had actually been Harry who'd convinced the recalcitrant Fenrir to take a chance on himself and become Teddy’s father. Both James and Teddy were in this town world, ignoring the muttered gossip as they caught up.
A few of the older wizards who had been alive almost half a century ago were taken aback when they saw Lily flitting about the room, the mirror image of one Lily Potter. She exuded all the charm and light of the long dead woman. Feeling her father's scrutiny, she turned and waved at him. Tom allowed his eyes to soften at his oldest daughter. Out of all of the Riddles, she gave him the least trouble.
A few of the guests cooed over the adorable image of Alfred and the Malfoy heir, Alfred with the newest Riddle on his hip and sucking his thumb. Everyone saw the small, intimate touches they shared, Alfred blushing as Scorpius whispered sweet nothings into his ear They were all predicting a union between the two boys in a few years when both passed their majority. Tom however felt a mixture of disgust and suspicion. He would have to talk to Harry about the Malfoy heirs cornering interest in his son.
And then there were the twins, their reputation preceding them. The Lestrange brothers trailed after them almost nervously, just waiting for one of them to start smiling like a maniac before the inevitable prank. At the last gathering celebrating a new government takeover in southern America, all the guests had been cursed with bulbous green warts that randomly spurted puss. Including the newly minted president of Magic. In addition, the puss had been impossible to remove. If Tom wasn't aggravated by the twins half the time, he'd be in awe of them.
Cerise, to the surprise of everyone hung like a monkey of off Fenrir’s brawny arms. A few cast worried glances at the Riddle princess chatting so animatedly with the dangerous were. But she was in the safest place in the room, except for being by Harry or Tom. He caught a whiff of her endless monologue about dragons again. He made a mental note to get her a dragon on her upcoming birthday. Surely Harry wouldn’t be too upset, all the other children had their own pet owls and there really wasn't much difference between a dragon. They both flew.
Tom, tired of playing politics left Malfoy Sr. to bandy about threats disguised into praise and flattery and walked straight into the crowd towards Harry. The wizard, along with his son Hadrian were conversing with the President of Magic in China, a Mr. Chu Chongshuk and his wife Chu Shunyi. He saw his son Alfred interrupt the foursome, blushing profusely and handed Harry a squalling Orion. The child immediately quietened when it met two new people, his eyes riveted on the large gold buttons on Mr. Chu’s black coat. Alfred hurried away, narrowly missing crashing into a dancing couple. He noticed a flash of silver blonde hair and narrowed his eyes. The Malfoy heir and his son were getting suspiciously cozy. He caught the eye of a few death eaters and motioned to them with a nod to follow Alfred, discreetly of course.
Harry reached up and whispered something into Hadrian ear; the boy left with a nod. Mr. Chu’s wife cooed at Orion, the child now babbling at the short woman with a thumb stuck inside his mouth. Tom crept up quietly behind Harry before sliding his arm around the shorter male’s waist. The wizard started and made to move away but Tom squeezed and smiled down at Harry. To observers, they merely saw the dark lord showing affectionate possession. The select few reporters in the room tired to take discreet photos of the phenomenon. The dark lord rarely smiled. But Harry, who saw the threat in the smile that showed too many sharp teeth took heed and he stayed as he was.
“Ah, Lord Voldemort, I was just talking with your partner about how lovely this party is. Thank you for inviting us.” Mr. Chu said with a small twinkle in his eye. Both he and his wife were shorter than Tom, but the president exuded power despite his jovial appearance. He'd heard stories of the man's prowess in battles. He made a formidable enemy, but he'd make an even better ally.
Tom nodded. “It was all Harry's doing, I merely showed up at the right time.” He said truthfully.
Mrs. Chu laughed, the sound like a twinkle of chimes in a strong breeze. “Ah, he is man of many talents.” Unlike her husband, she had a heavy accent and spoke in softer tones. “And Orion, so charming!”
Tom didn't really see what was charming about a drooling baby. He had to guess it was the size of the baby that was appealing. Once Orion grew up, he was sure the boy would grow into the aggravating Riddle personality.
Small crinkles appeared at the corners of Harry's eyes as he beamed. “Sunny, Tom is giving me too much credit. I had an army of elves and his minions to help. And Orion was on my hip the entire time babbling at me and telling me what to do.” Orion patted Harry's cheeks and gave him a toothless smile before turning to the Chu's and nodding, as if to affirm Harry's words. He then looked around and noticed Tom for the first time and squealed in joy. He almost jumped out of Harry's arms in his effort to reach Tom. The dark lord grabbed for the baby as Harry was forced to let the squirming baby go.
“Bwgah!” Orion slapped his hands a few times on Tom's shirt before sticking one of his thumbs back in his mouth. Tom ran his hand over the back of Orion’s hair, cupping it protectively. It was so soft, so easy to crush. The first time he'd held Salazar he'd been petrified, but Harry hadn't been there to tell him what to do. His death eaters had had as much experience with babies as he had, which was none. To be honest, he had expected Harry to take care of the babe after it was born. But unforeseen circumstances forced Tom to painstakingly learn how to care for his son from the house elves. Salazar hadn't turned out too bad. He was The least aggravating Riddle, eeking out over Lily and Alfred.
“The baby is very fond of you. And you of him,” Mr. Chu said with much inflection in his tone.
Tom raised an eyebrow, staring the man down. He did not like what the words implied. “And why wouldn't I be, he is my son after all.” His tone was as cold as winter in Antartica.
Harry looked nervously in between the two. “Yes, Tom is a great father to our children. And Orion, he very much loves when Tom speaks to him in parseltongue.”
“Ah, you too speak voice of snakes?” Mrs. Chu asked with excited curiosity. “Much honor and fortune in snake.”
“That is but one side of the coin,” Mr. Chu expounded, his eyes still on Tom. “Snakes are also sinister and the sign of the devil.”
Harry laughed nervously, his eyes flitting between Tom and his wand hand. The boy was probably glad his hands were occupied by Orion. “Everyone has different qualities, both good and bad. It is what makes us human.”
Mr. Chu nodded as Harry's sage words. “And what good qualities do you see in your husband, Mr. Potter?” An undercurrent of challenge laced the question.
But Harry was saved from answering as Orion choose that moment to hiccup, and in the next second vomited up a thick white sludge over the front of Tom's robes. Harry gasped beside him. The crowd around them stilled, couples stopped dancing and already death eaters warily edged away. All eyes were on Tom, just waiting for him to explode.
Tom ignored them all. He'd seen Orion-as well his his other children- spit up in Harry countless times. The twins, in particular, had been fond of shoving whatever they found into their mouths as babes and never left Harry with clean robes by the end of the day. So, he did what he'd seen Harry do. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the baby clean, before spelling away the smelly liquid on his clothes. He added a drying spell since the cloth was still a bit wet.
“I think the excitement is to much for Orion.” He said with a small smile to Orion. The baby gurgled excitedly, his stubbly legs kicking out and he patted Tom's cheek approvingly.
“Gwa da pha!” Orion exclaimed.
Tom turned back to see Harry wide eyes and slack mouthed, his hands stuck halfway in the air. The boy must had reached to take Orion away, thinking to save the baby from Tom's wrath. Mr. and Mrs. Chu smiled at Tom serenely but they were the only ones. The other guests were in states of similar shock and awe.
“I agree.” Mr. Chu said without preamble.
Tom narrowed his eyes on the man. He reminded him too much of a certain dead wizard with a ridiculously long beard.
The Chinese man answered the unasked question. “You may have access to out library vaults and take what you need. I will allow your men limited travel access and we can talk peace treaties at a better time.”
Tom probed the man's mind but found no duplicity. The other man grinned wider, feeling Tom's magic inside his head before he forcefully pushed Tom out. “As you can see, I do not lie.”
“Tom?” Harry asked in confusion. “What is Mr. Chu talking about?”
Before Tom had time to formulate a lie or distraction, Mrs. Chu answered. “Your husband not take work home, that good. Keep love strong.”
Now both men in front of her were embarrassed. Harry didn't even bother to correct the term husband. There wasn't an easy way to say that one was a slave to a world leader. And Tom hated the constant reminders of that horrid word. There was nowhere he could escape to avoid those words. It was a damn plague.
“Your partner has been, shall we say, negotiating with my country for an alliance.” They all knew by alliance, Mr. Chu really meant Tom had been looking for anther country to put under his reigns. But again, social protocol called for the softening of words. “We have a rich library, full of books and research by our people. I did not know why he would want such access. In honesty, I feared what he would do with it. But I see now that he seeks to help his son, a bright star whose light has been stifled and your Theo seems like an intelligent man. I have read his preliminary research and it is promising. He will help many people if it is fruitful.” Mr. Chu gave a meaningful glance at Orion.
Before Harry could ask further question, and Tom knew the boy was chomping at the bit to ask, Tom accepted Mr. Chu's offer. “Your quick decision concerns me but we will talk.” He looked back and found Lucius a few steps behind him. The man had heard the entire exchange. “Set up the meeting, Lucius.” He had a lot of questions for the enigmatic man but he was right. Now was not the time. Theo’s research was kept secret and only a select few knew so how was Mr. Chu privy to that sentient information.
With a deep bow, the man gestured with a sweep of his arm towards the Chinese couple. “Of course, my lord. This way, Mr. And Mrs. Chu, so we can talk more in private.”
“Of course, but let's keep it short. I would like to dance with my wife to this wonderful music.” Lucius nodded with a tight smirk before they were led away. Mrs. Chu left with a tiny bow to Harry, who returned the gesture.
As soon as They were gone, Harry turned back to Tom. “What did Mr Chu mean, Tom? He was talking about Orion.”
Instead of answering, Tom asked a boon. “Dance with me.”
Harry's eyes went wide. Tom had never asked him to a dance, not in private or at a ball. “But…”
“As the host, you should at least dance once.”
“But Orion-“
Tom looked around and found his nearest child. “Lily.” He called over.
The young witch had been talking with a Nigerian prince but immediately turned and walked over to her father. “Yes?”
“Take Orion. I want to dance with your mother.”
Even Lily looked surprised. Tom pushed Orion towards her and she was forced to take him or drop him. “Oh, of course, okay, yeah, great, you should dance with him. Yeah, uh, wow.”
It was difficult to bite back the irritable growl. It really shouldn't be that big of a surprise that he wanted to dance. Even if he had never danced with anyone before at a public event. Or danced at all, actually. He was the bloody dark lord, he'd do what he pleased without all this hoopla over a perfectly normal happenstance.
He turned back to Harry and forcibly pulled the younger man into his arms. He could practically hear the quills scribbling about the great lord had smiling and then dancing at a ball. He cast a quick privacy bubble around them, allowing them to talk freely. He should have done that with the Chu's.
Harry's small, compact body fit perfectly in his hold. With his arms wrapped securely around his waist, and Harry's arms lifted to his shoulders it was almost soothing the way their bodies moved gracefully to the song of the mermaids. Harry was warm underneath the layers of cloth. The material of their robes brushed together with their sways before parting only to meet again with a quiet rustle.
“The first and last time I ever danced was at the Yule ball at Hogwarts. It was horrible. I was so nervous and we-the other triwizard competitors and I had to dance in front of all these people. My partner was the one guiding me even though I was supposed to lead,” Harry mused. .
“Are you nervous now?”
Harry looked around himself at the people gawking and shook his head. “Oddly no. I stopped caring about what they thought a long time ago. It's partly because of you.”
Tom didn't ask about the last part, although he desperately wanted to. He just knew instinctively it would not be a good answer, it would just remind them both of all the bad things Tom had done.
They continued to dance for a bit before curiosity got the better of Harry. “What did Mr. Chu mean about Orion, Tom? And Theo? What does he have to do with any of this?” And by his tone, Tom knew he could defect no more.
But that didn't mean he couldn’t try. “It doesn't concern-“
“No Tom, you don't get to do that anymore. When I agreed to have James, you agreed to share everything concerning them with me. No secrets! You promised. And up to now you have kept up your end of the deal.”
Tom looked at those defiant green eye, remembering another pair before they had dulled right in front of him. Lily Potter had been a powerful witch but no match for his hatred. How the witch had defied him many times, evading his spies until finally a stroke of luck and the squeal of a rat brought about her downfall. Without hesitation, she'd put herself in front of his wand, no fear for herself in her eyes. Her only concern had been for her child, for Harry. And he saw the same look in Harry's eyes now. His children lucky to have such a fierce protector.
“Theo is doing research on squibs.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so, Harry!” Tom snapped. At Harry’s flinch, Tom took a deep breath. “Orion is a squib. And it was my fault. I can admit that. I discovered Theo’s preliminary research on squibs and commissioned him to further it. He found out that they have magic, it's just locked away. His experiments on some of the subjects showed promise. But I need what I suspect is in those vaults to make a breakthrough.” He admitted it quietly, looking at Harry’s face for his reaction.
The boy opened his mouth but nothing came out. He frowned, looking for words but finding nothing suitable. After a while Harry's hands tightened on Tom's shoulders. “Tom…thank you.”
He had never heard that tone of voice form Harry, so full of awe and surprise and wonder. His eyes alight with hope and happiness, as if Tom had just handed him a great treasure. Through Tom's probing, he'd seen snippets of Harry's life in his memories. He'd seen the expression when Harry had gotten his wand, when he caught that snitch, when he'd gotten an ugly sweater from the Weasleys, when that half giant Hagrid had given Harry a picture album, when he'd ridden a hippogriff, when his godfather had asked Harry to move into Grimmald place with him, when he'd caught the golden egg….a few fleeting moment shining bright in the depressive mire of the boys young life. And after that, there had been nothing up until Salazar, when for the first time Salazar called Harry mama when the boy was eight and Hadrian one. Then he'd seen flashes of that same expression when one the children said or did something, from riding their first broom to something as mundane as giving Harry a chocolate frog. But not once had Harry looked at him with that expression.
But to see it now, all Tom could think was that he wanted more. He wanted it all. He wanted Harry to look at him like this all the time, only at him, for all eternity.
In a sudden flurry of movement, he spun them around and around, forcing Harry to cling to him. The music cried out in a crashing crescendo to match the rhythm of their bodies. Harry was brought up to his tiptoes, leaning most of his weight on Tom as the older wizard dipped and twirled Harry to the heavy cadence of the the music. Out of breath and dizzy, Harry stared up at him with wide eyes.
Tom, for the first time in his life swallowed his pride. “I'm sorry.” It was barely legible, but Harry heard.
The smaller man made to pull away but Tom did another twirl and forced Harry's entire body to rest on him as he lifted Harry up in air as required by the dance.
“Oh!” Harry floundered for a bit, his fingers digging into Tom's broad shoulders as he went airborne. But he was never in harm of falling. The hands gripping his waist was tight, almost painfully so, but they assured that they'd never let go.
As the music died down, Tom slowly brought him down. The slide of the younger man's body over his was a pleasure he'd long denied himself. Harry's breath hitched in his throat, but his eyes stayed connected to Tom's. There was no fear or hatred in those eyes. They looked new, shiny as a new penny. If someone separated that moment, voiding their past and future, they could have been two strangers meeting for the first time. Full of curiosity and wonder, questions and hope, all so tentative and yet bold in a bid to figure one another out in one single, eternal second.
“I'm sorry,” Tom whispered again, breaking the moment and let their past histories come crashing down around them and freeing them to move on to their future.
Finally, on his own two feet, Harry was free to pull away. Tom's hands were loose on his waist and the other couples dancing had started to separate to get a drink or find their next dancing partner. But Harry stayed put, his arms looped around Tom's neck, one of his fingers rubbing up and down the nape of his neck. Tom felt like hissing under that soothing caress.
“You actually mean it, don't you?” Harry asked in wonder, not needing to be told what Tom had to apologize for. There were so many egregious things he'd done. Honestly, Tom didn't know if he was apologies for what'd he done recently or the things he'd done in general.
“Yes.”
Harry tilted his head, his face unreadable. “Do you want my forgiveness?”
Tom shook his head. “No. I just wanted you to know I –regret- my actions. I acted out of anger and I am sorry I took it out on you.”
“And Orion?”
“I acted out of fear.”
Harry nodded, trying to understand but if going by the frown on his face that was unlikely. “I-I, honestly, Tom I don't know what to say, or what you want to hear.”
I want to hear you say you love me!
But Tom reigned in those words. He didn't deserve those words, he'd done nothing to deserve them. But that didn't mean he still didn't want it, above anything else. No one had said those words to him. Sure, he had his rabid followers but they loved his power. They’d die for him, but none would live for him. His mother certainly hadn't; the weak bitch had abandoned him to a life of misery until he'd gone to Hogwarts. But he'd grown into the wizard he was despite her, despite his poverty, despite the muggle blood flowing in his veins. He hadn't needed to hear those words.
Love was a foolish emotion to weed out the weak. Or so he thought. Lily potters live for Harry had aced the boy and killed him. Harry's love for their children frankly awed Tom. He'd never been privy to such a thing. As babes, they kept Harry up at all hours, they ran around like headless chickens, they broke things and for the most part were a general nuisance. But Harry's love for them was endless. It was a wonder to see. At first, he'd been baffled by it. But slowly over time, he'd grown envious of the attention his children got that he was denied.
It baffled him. Harry expected nothing in returned and his love was unconditional. The children didn't have to do anything to deserve it, they just had it. They expected it as if it was a right. Tom had had to work so hard to get the filling he had, he had to maintain a healthy amount of fear to garner the publics obeisance. They did everything he told them to at the drop of a hat. It should have been enough, but it paled in comparison to what Harry could give him.
“I want nothing. I just wanted you to know.”
Harry bit his lip. “Well, thank you for the apology. And the dance,” he offered with a soft smile as he finally pulled away.
The entire ballroom had their eyes on them and Harry flushed under their scrutiny. He stayed close to Tom's side as the taller man escorted Harry towards Lily, who stood by all her other siblings in mild surprise. Though he loathed the necessity to have all these people witnessing such a private moment, Tom nonetheless liked that it forced Harry to seek comfort from his warm body.
They were almost to Orion, who grinned a toothless smile at Harry when through the crowd filtered a stilted conversation. He toned in onto the voice, amplifying it for his own ears.
“…hmpfff, just look at that boy…,” a female voice shrilled.
“…got a nice ass though…” a male chimed in.
Harry took Orion off Lily's arms and cooed into his face. Orion squealed, his hands grabbing for Harry's lips in wonder. But the festivities must had tired him out because in the next second he yawned, his tiny pink tongue curling cutely. There was a collective sound of “awww” through the crowd.
“Oh, are you sleepy love?” Harry nudged his nose into the soft cushion of Orion's chubby cheek. The child shook his head. He whined pitifully, emitting small little whimpers of want that had Harry frantic to appease him. Orion rooted down, his small lips opening and closing like baby birds looking for sustenance. His small chubby hands patted around on Harry's collar, clearly looking for milk. Laughing, Harry snuggled Orion closer. “Okay, food then sleep hmm?”
Harry looked to Tom, who nodded. “Go, I'll make your excuses.” Harry smiled sweetly and turned to leave.
“…feeding a baby, well I never! There are wet nurses for that….feeding it like a muggle…”
“Well it’s a squib baby, isn't that just a muggle?” The masculine voice from before joined the high, shrill female’s.
“Might as well be, just as useless and disgraceful.” The female one sniffed. She no longer sounded like she was trying to hide her conversation. A few of the other guests mumbled disapprovingly and stepped away from the conversing duo. Through the gaps the guest left, Tom saw a portly woman swathed entirely in a hideous shade of pink. Even Fenrir had more fashion sense on his most flamboyant days.
Fenrir, always lurking by Harry growled and prowled towards the pink woman. “Whadaya just say, woman?”
The portly woman huffed and pointed her nose as high in the air as it would go. A hideous pink feather hat quivered over her overly stiff curls. “It is highly insulting to have the great and noble Slytherin line sullied by such muggle blood. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who agrees.” As if a stink bomb had exploded around her, the other guest hastened to put at least ten feet between themselves and the woman. The only one fool enough to stay by her side was a dim looking man with hideous pock marks over one side of his face. He was frail and thin looking, only vaguely familiar to Tom.
The pink woman let out a whimpering, and yet smug sound. The man-ah, Augustus Rookwood! Tom remembered now, the man had been one of his death eaters before being captured and sent to Azkaban. The man hadn't been accepted back into the fold after the breakout from Azkaban. He'd been too unstable fro the overexposure from the dementors. With an already weak magical core, he'd been practically useless to him. How the hell had he gotten in to the party? His question was quickly answered when Tom noticed the press badge on hanging from the lapel of his cheap suit.
“Yeah, squibs don't have magic so they're just like muggles.” Rookwood said obtusely. .
The pink woman nodded frantically. “They should not even be allowed to mingle with wizards such as ourselves. They pollute or blood and breeding with one weakens the magical core.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust when she spotted both Harry and Orion staring at her wide eyed.
“Who are you?” Tom asked.
Beady eyes in a toad like face turned to him. “Oh, Lord Voldemort, I am Dolores Umbridge, formerly of the ministry department of dark creatures’ registration and now a lobbyist for W.A.N.D.S., an organization that works for the betterment of the wizarding community.”
“The fuck is that?” Fenrir loomed over the woman, baring his teeth. But the woman didn't seem fazed. She sniffed, a high pitched yipping sound much like a poodle and took a step back from the hulking werewolf.
With with a condescending tone, she explained. “W.A.N.D.S. stands for Wizards Against the Non-Magical Defilement of Society. Our society. For centuries now, muggles have infiltrated our great society and diluted out powerful blood and we are forced to breed weak creatures like that! A squib!” She pointed a quivering finger at Orion, who hissed at the women. The rest of the Riddle children bristled at the woman's tone, the elder ones flicked out their wands to the ready. Their Magic was so volatile bright sparks spewed irrationally from their wand tips. Harry would have no doubt been pissed that his children were readying for attack in the middle of a party but he was too incensed by her words.
When Tom said nothing in defense of Harry or Orion, the woman took it at her cue to continue gleefully. She boldly walked forward and simpered under Tom's cool gaze. “We, I mean our group and many of the witches and wizards who subscribe to our beliefs believe it's it such a disgrace that this boy” she spared Harry a venomous sneer before looked back up him with a sickeningly adoring smile. “bore you a weak creature like a squib. You would be perfectly within your rights to kill that child. He is a disgrace to our society and to the noble Slytherin blood. An avada kedavra would do in a pinch but in olden times wizards would burn them to ashes or throw the vile things over a cliff or drown it. But of course, you are the dark lord and you would of course come up with something even better.” Umbridge was almost almost salivating at The description. “And your slave should be accordingly punishing for bringing such a shame to the noble house of Slytherin, to you the great Dark Lord. In the olden days, they would be given fifty lashes then thrown naked to the lord’s vassals, to teach them that since they cannot breed good magical children they are worth nothing more than a source of pleasure.”
Rookwood licked his lips and leered at Harry. “I would be more than willing to teach the boy that lesson, my lord.”
Tom was struck still. Were these two mentally ill?
Fenrir growled, drowning out the angry hisses from Salazar and Hadrian. The huge werewolf lunged for Rookwood, his clawed hands clutching at the ex-death eaters throat. He narrowly beat out Hadrian because Barty Crouch and Alecto Carrow held him back.
“Say that again, but to my face.” Viscous spit sprayed on Rookwood’ds face, who lost all air of false confidence. He trembled in the man's hands. Fenrir wrinkled his nose and shoved the man back, his claws still embedded in the man's throat. “Pissed yourself did, ya, you puny fucking shit.”
The man could only whimper and Fenrir threw him to the ground. Rookwood clutched at his bleeding throat, coughing as he tried to breath in much needed air. He looked around frantically but there was no sympathy to be had. Umbridge looked aghast.
“My lord, you've allowed a dark creature into your home?! And allowed it to put his filthy hands on a honored guest?” The woman put her hand to her bosom, carefully inching away from said dark creature. A few death eaters blocked her exit anyway.
Tom ignored her for the interim, all his attention of the man on the ground before him.
“Nagini.” He hissed. He only had to wait a few seconds before startled cried from the crowd sounded and they parted like the Red Sea to let in a twelve-foot snake, fangs dripping a poisonous silvery fluid. “You know what to do.”
The crowd screamed when the snake struck, biting right into Rookwood’s face. The venom, unlike any other snakes was acidic and upon instant contact began eating away at the man's flesh. It had taken a while for Tom to add that mutation to his beloved companion but all those long hours traveling and researching and experimenting played off.
Torturous screams sounded throughout the room. But Nagini wasn’t finished. she continued striking the man, her attacks vicious and relentless. With every bite, more acid poured into the man's body. Black blood poisoned by the venom oozed out underneath him and sprayed onto a few of the other guests.
“Tom.”
Tom turned at Harry's trembling cry. The younger man had Orion's face shoved into his neck, but the child was struggling to look back at the scene of torture. He didn't seem bothered by the screams of agony. Alfred was snuggled into Harry's side, his parent clutching him tight with one hand over Alfred's exposed ear. Lily struggled to keep a straight face but she gulped and put a delicate hand to her lips to hold back her disgust. The twins and Cerise were no where to be seen.
He looked at Harry expecting to see disgust or anguish. But he only saw a barley leashed anger, directed at the Umbridge woman. Harry's magic rose around him, a crackling power seeping through his skin and creating static around him. Cracks appeared like veins on the marble underneath his feet. For all the ruckus Rookwood was making, he might as well have been invisible and mute for all the attention Harry paired him. The green around his eyes had come pet disappeared and in those blackened orbs Tom saw something very familiar. Very dangerous. And he understood what Harry needed.
“James, escort your mother and siblings to his rooms. Rabastan, Rudolphus, find the twins and Cerise and bring them to Harry's rooms.”
The two brothers stepped out from the crowd and bowed. “My lord, Severus took the twins away as soon as you called for Nagini and Pansy took Cerise to play in the pink room.” Rabastan reported.
James opened his mouth, a belligerent reply already on his tongue when Tom thundered. “James, now. Teddy make sure James does as he's told.” James glared but his friend Teddy tugged at his sleeve. With a frustrated growl, he wrapped his arm around Harry and lead him away. The shaking wizard let himself be led, too shaken by the display to protest further. Teddy lead Alfred away, speaking softly to him and rubbed his large hands over the teens shaking back. Orion peeked his eyes over Harry's shoulder. His eyes, usually red rimmed around blue was completely blood red and his pupils began to bleed into the whites of his eyes. Tom narrowed his eyes, he'd concern himself over that later. He had trash to dispose of.
“You too, Lily. Go take care of your mother.”
The red-haired girl started and looked at her father. “But father, Hadrian and Salazar-“
“Go. To. Harry's. Room. Now, Lily.” Tom said coldly. He had never spoken to his daughter in that tone but he didn't need to deal with her now. She bit her lip but nodded, blinking back tears. She turned with a swirl of her blood red dress and stiffly walked out. An entourage of death eaters followed in their wake.
Tom turned back to Rookwood. Nagini lay coiled to the side. There was no more room on the man's body to attack. The venom had deteriorated his vocal cords. His face had sunken into itself, melting flesh mixing with melting bone. One eye had been pierced into by a fang and was melting over his face in a putrid yellowing fluid. The empty hole of his eye socket bubbled with blood. One side of his head had been bashed it, bits of brain matter scattered onto the floor. Clothes long gone, his shriveled body showed the multitude of bites. The macabre mess of his body lay twitching on the marble. His organs were spilling out from his body, some of it just torn up masses of tissue and blood. He lay gasping on his own blood, the blackened sludge gurgling out from the corners of his torn lips. It was the only sound in the room. Even The music had stopped.
“Nagini, clean it up. The smell offends my nose.”
“Yes, master.” The snake hissed before slithering forward. Her mouth opened wide, the great cavernous hole looming over the man's face. Rookwood’s single eye twitched in horror before flitting shut in a dead feint. Tom sent a small crucio to wake the man up just as Nagini swallowed his whole face in gulp, then continued to swallow the man's entire body until only remnants of the man's flesh and blood and tissues lay on the floor.
Lucius Malfoy stepped forward behind Tom and cleaned up the rest of the mess until it looked as if the past few minutes had just been a terrible nightmare.
“Salazar, Hadrian.” Tom waited for his two sons to come forward. “Now, I don't believe my sons quite agree to what you said.” He addressed Umbridge. Antonin Dolohov stood behind the woman holding her captive. Her eyes widened and she squeaked.
“Hadrian, care to show our guest how we take care of pests?” With that, Tom unleashed his hidden weapon. With a snarl crawling up his throat, Hadrian attacked and disapparated with Umbridge. Tom and Salazar followed with similar pops.
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