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Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 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-Chapter 10
- 11-Ch 10.5
- 12-Chapter 10part 3
- 6
- 7
- 8
�
�Wake up..�
The words
were hissed in a breathy whisper..

familiar..
Tom
shifted from asleep to wide awake in half a second and furrowed his brow
slightly.� The covers were gone and the
air was chilly on the skin of his back, arse and thighs.� He was inexplicably stretched out on his
stomach with his arms ranged above his head.�
Tugging them in toward his body proved impossible.� There was a soft clink of chain.� Raising his head in shock, Tom took in the
iron manacles around his wrists, attached to chains leading to the corner posts
of the bed.� He whipped his head around
to look over his shoulder, only to find himself faced with the exact fate he had
feared hours before.
Harry
stood naked at the end of the bed, a dark malevolent expression on his
face.� �He was holding.. almost fondling.. a thick birch rod.�
Tom found
himself, for the first time, absolutely speechless.� What could he say?!� He fumbled for a threat that would be
effective enough to halt what appeared to be about to happen.�
�Release
me, Harry, or your servitude will be more painful than you can possibly fathom!�� His voice quavered ever so slightly.
Harry
walked with slow predatory grace around the perimeter of the bed and looked
down pointedly at his own body.�

His chest was peppered in dark black bruises and white braided lines covered
the entire length of his cock.

The gesture was sufficient.� Harry was
not concerned about worse treatment right now.�
He intended to reciprocate scars for scars.
Tom�s
eyes widened and he turned his face away when the boy raised a well muscled arm
and, without a moment of hesitation, brought the birch down upon his arse.�

He sucked in a sharp breath, biting his tongue against the sudden stinging burn
across the sensitive flesh. �
The next
four stripes were laid down swiftly and only inches apart, the final one
landing on the faint crease between his arse and his thighs.

He did not even attempt to raise his head, unwilling to betray the sharp tears
pricking at his eyes.

It took more control than he expected to remain silent. �It had been over sixty years since he had last
received a caning as a child in the orphanage.�
Somehow he remembered it being easier to endure back then. �

He would not give the boy the satisfaction.�
He would not scream and wail as Harry had.�
Nothing
happened for so long that Tom risked lifting his head and turning to look out
of the corner of his eye.�
The next
blow fell just in that moment, as if Harry had been waiting.�

It bit into the exact line of the first stroke and Tom�s entire body flinched
in response, his hands tugging automatically at the chains in the need to grip himself and rub the horrible pricking and burning.
�Stop..� he gritted out between his teeth and received three even
harder licks for it.

His legs shifted against the satin covered mattress, wanting to curl up beneath
him.� With effort he forced himself flat.
After the
next five cracks, he had bitten into his lip deeply and his mouth tasted of
blood.� His eyes were clenched and his
hands clung white knuckled to the chains of the
manacles.�
It took
only three more well aimed blows before he gave the first choked yelp.�

Harry did not stop then until he was screaming, raining blows upon him without
pause.�

He could feel hot drips trailing down into the crack of his arse, pooling in
the crux of his thighs and sliding, unbearably itchy, over the sides of his hips.

It wasn�t necessary to raise his head, and thereby reveal his pitifully tearstained
cheeks, to determine that it was blood.
And then
there was nothing.� The rod did not fall
again.� Rubbing his face against the silk
below him, Tom tried to wipe his eyes.�
The bed
shifted slightly.� He turned his head
enough to see that Harry had laid aside the birch and placed one knee on the
bed.� He was stroking himself and looking
down at Tom in an extremely disquieting manner.
He wouldn�t.. surely he wouldn�t dare..
The
flawlessly built youth apparently would and did dare.� He climbed onto the bed more fully and
crawled closer, placing one warm hand upon the base of Tom�s spine just as Tom
had bent his leg, bracing his hands and trying to push up and roll in the direction
of the side of the bed.� Instead, beneath
the pressure of Harry�s hand, he was pushed down again, his foot losing
traction on the silky surface.
Struggling
frantically against the boy behind him, Tom tried to turn, to kick out; he
pulled as hard as he could at the chains holding his arms, panic overcoming
him.
�Just
give in..� Harry whispered.� �You won�t repel me unless you use magic.. and if you do that, you�ll bring
Lucius� little bloodhounds sniffing � I doubt that Severus
would even have time to get us both out...he�d leave you here, chained to a bed,
for them to find...�
Tom
screamed in rage and frustration and fought even harder.�
The
strong body behind him suddenly covered his own, pressing him down against the
mattress and subduing his kicking legs.�
�Give in..� Harry breathed against his ear.� �I�ll use lubricant..
I�ll stretch you.� You�ll enjoy it if you
let go..� If you
keep fighting I�ll take you fast and dry.�
Tom
dropped his face back against the bed, his eyes clenched.

�If you do this.. I will dedicate every spare moment I
have to making you suffer.� I will
destroy you, boy!
Harry
chuckled low, as if this didn�t concern him in the slightest.� �So you want it dry?� he whispered
maliciously.
�No!!�
He couldn�t
help himself.� He wanted anything other
than that. Even a continuation of the
beating would be preferable � but if he couldn�t escape it then he didn�t want
to be torn and abused any further either. What good would it do to request
further pain?!
�No.. I.. I won�t fight anymore!� Don�t.. do it that way.�
Harry
licked over the shell of his ear with a soft snigger. �Very good.. my Lord..� he hissed.�

Cold air prickled over the fear-perspiration on his back as the warm body
removed itself, retreating back down to straddle the back of his knees�
He jolted
as an icy liquid was poured down over the burning, throbbing cheeks of his
arse.� It seemed to almost evaporate on
contact.�

Perhaps a painkiller of some kind, he speculated, as the sharp biting pain of
the cuts and bruises over his arse diminished markedly.
There was
some shifting and then another quite different cool liquid spilled down onto his
tailbone. This one felt viscous and heavy.�
�

Fingers followed it, slipping down the crack of his arse, one hand pulling his
cheek aside slightly and the other moving to massage over his rosette in a
practiced businesslike manner.�

Tom flinched as a finger was roughly introduced into his body, forced through
the tight ring and pulled in and out.� It
felt horribly uncomfortable and far larger than any finger should.

He was suddenly poignantly aware of exactly how much it must have hurt when he
had so frequently, as Harry had threatened to do, taken
his innocent young toys fast and dry.� ��

The finger�s movement slowed as a second was shoved in alongside.� Tom hissed and pressed his face harder
against the mattress.�

The sharp pain dropped to an achey throb when the
fingers ceased movement, buried up to the second knuckle in him.�
�Don�t
tell me that you have never..� Harry whispered incredulously.
Tom shook
his head slightly.� Of course he hadn�t.� Who would he possibly bottom to?!� Grindelwald perhaps.. if he had met the man at a
vulnerable age...� Slytherin if the man
were not centuries dead and his blood relative.. �No other though.� He would hardly allow some ignorant fumbling
wizard to make him their bumboy.� From the screaming and carrying on, the
process was obviously quite painful for those not blinded by delirious love and
infatuation.� What would he wish to
subject himself to that for?!
The soft
kiss on the base of his spine startled him.�
He twitched slightly.�� A tongue
followed the kiss, trailing up the line of his back.� The hand that Harry wasn�t currently shoving into his arse stroked lightly over his shoulderblade.� He
flinched as the fingers inside him moved, twisting slightly and then withdrew.
Hope
shone a tiny ray down.� Perhaps Harry had
changed his mind.�
But then
more oil drizzled down on his arse and the other boy�s hand slithered through
it, spreading it and rubbing it in.�

His fingers felt much more slippery when they were shoehorned inside him this
time, yet it still felt as if they were tearing him open.�

He had stretched innumerable boys but he had never understood that it felt like
this. As if two broomsticks were
slowly splitting him in two.
Harry
twisted and pumped with terrible patience, now and then doing something that
made Tom stiffen.� It was almost becoming
tolerable except for those little bursts of stabbing pain.

The third finger entering made him wince and clench
his fists again, tugging uselessly on his arms, wanting to bring them in
against his body.� It hurt.
Slippery
squirmy twisting did not feel quite as bad as the in and out movement, he
observed to himself silently, hoping that Harry would get on with it soon and
would not require long to come.
It hurt a
few more times and then, unexpectedly, Harry�s fingers touched something that
sent an electric judder up Tom�s spine.� He
gasped and arched, his eyes widening in surprise.�
He knew
quite well what it was.. but
he had honestly not expected it.� He had
experimentally felt for his own prostate a few times in his youth after
observing the reactions of some of the boys he�d taken.�

It had somehow been a rather underwhelming sensation when he was fifteen, curled
on his bed with half a dozen dangerous wards and defenses
protecting his reputation from prying eyes.�

He�d found the location easily enough, but the sensation evoked had not seemed
something that might cause him to scream out in joy as Nathanien
had the previous night, when Tom had fucked him over a desk in an unused
classroom on the fifth floor.�

He�d decided that males likely had varying degrees of receptivity to prostate
stimulation and that he was simply not physiologically suited to bottoming
during sex.� �
That
assessment perhaps required some minor revision, he thought, stunned, as Harry�s
turning, pumping fingers brushed over his prostate again and the galvanic rush
made his toes curl.� The breathy little
moan escaped him before he could catch himself.
Harry�s
fingers slipped out of him only two pumps later.�
Hands
were placed on his hips and pulled, almost lifting him up bodily in their
insistence that he rise to his knees.�
Reluctantly he complied, allowing himself to be pushed and positioned as
desired.�

He imagined, unhappily, that he resembled some worshipper before an altar.� Both arms stretched above him, his face
pressed down against the mattress and his arse in the air as he knelt up on
widely parted knees.

One of the hands returned then to his hip and, tensing, Tom felt a warm surface
press against his hole.�

It did not require advanced arithmancy to calculate what it was.�
Harry
pushed slowly against him and it hurt again.�
It felt like pressure � as if the organ could not possibly fit and would
punch a hole in him like a baton through a rubber sheet if the boy kept on
pushing like that.

Then there was a sharp blinding pain � he really was being torn open after all
- and he felt the impossibly massive appendage actually begin to drive in.� It lessened after a second but it had only
been the head of the boy�s cock passing his sphincter.� Harry resumed pushing almost immediately and
Tom could do nothing but grit his teeth and brace himself, straining against
the need to cry out... the almost irresistible desire to beg the boy to stop.. to please take it out.. His
thighs shook as his legs fought not to straighten and throw him off the painful
beam skewering him.
When Harry
stopped after what seemed an hour of forward motion, Tom had his face buried
against one arm, trying to hide the shame and tears.
Hands
stroked over his back again.� He felt Harry
bend over him and stroke his head as if he were a frightened animal rather than
the most infamous and hunted wizard in the world at present.
He fisted
his hands and turned his mind to all of the things he was going to do to the
boy the moment that he had the ability to use magic without repercussions
again.
Harry
pulled back and the sensation almost felt pleasant, but then he stabbed forward
again and Tom yelped in pain.

And then he did it again.� And again.� And again.�

Tom bit his arm to hold in the feeling that if it didn�t stop he might scream.
He could
hear Harry panting behind him in unmistakeable enjoyment.

A hand reaching beneath him for his cock almost had him fighting again.� He restrained the urge, not wanting this to
go on any longer than it had to.
Harry�s
hand found him entirely flaccid. �The effects
of the brief unexpected prostate stimulation had wilted completely under the
force of the pain that followed.. ..that
continued..

The thrusting slowed as if Harry were shocked and Tom
cursed silently.

�Don�t stop.� Just..
hurry up and finish.� He spat angrily.
The
movement stopped altogether.�

Ducking his head slightly, Tom inwardly called himself names for being foolish
enough to speak.� He should have remained
silent and waited for it to be over.
�I wish
you to enjoy it too..�

Harry�s soft murmur sounded faintly sad.�
The hand
gripping Tom�s cock stroked gently with a precise skill he would not have
imagined Harry to possess.� He
manipulated him as if he knew exactly what Tom liked.

Even with the discomfort he was in, his arousal was quickly manufactured and
stoked.�
By the
time the boy behind him and within him began to move again slowly, Tom was, against
his will, in quite a different disposition.�
The addition of the slow masturbation made the pain and uncomfortable
tight full feeling less wretched.�

It started to feel almost..acceptable.. actually.�
Harry
warmed back into fucking him, slowly moving faster and harder till he was
slapping hard against Tom�s arse with each thrust, making his heart beat
rapidly.

When Tom finally, hating himself for doing so, began to push back subtly,
rocking his hips between the hand pumping and the cock driving, Harry abruptly
let go of his member and moved both hands back to Tom�s hips.� They slid down to his thighs and then Tom
struggled, unbalanced as his legs were tugged backward and out, parting him and
dropping him lower till he lay flat on the bed, his legs spread wide and bent
up at the knee.�

The warm firm body of his future slave and now
rapist followed him down, never actually withdrawing from his body.� He felt the not unpleasant crush as Harry
laid himself atop him, molding his body against Tom�s
from neck to groin�

Harry�s powerful thighs parted, pressing against the back of Tom�s own, even as
he felt the other boy�s arms delve beneath him, curling beneath Tom�s chest and
gripping his shoulders either side of his neck.�
There was
warm breath against the nape of Tom�s neck.�
He shivered as a kiss was placed there before Harry started moving once
again.�
It was
slow..greasy..full...warm..enticing.. delicious...
Tom
couldn�t help his own hips circling, rubbing against the mattress below while
the unthinkable act continued.� It felt
wrong and it felt pleasurable and, by Salazar, he was going to come if Harry
didn�t stop soon.�

A hot breath across his ear made him shudder helplessly and then Harry started
to nibble delicately on his neck, slick tongue flickering up and down with
maddening skill.
�damn you..� he cursed under his breath, tilting his head
helplessly for more.
Harry�s
arms tightened around him and he started to thrust more sharply.� He seemed to be shifting and moving quite a
lot until suddenly he found the angle he was looking for and Tom cried out in
unexpected euphoria.�
Oh god.
Oh Salazar.. Oh Merlin.. it did feel a lot different like this!� Fuck!�
And then Harry
did it again and again and again.�

Tom knew he was screaming like a brazen whore and he couldn�t help it.� He wasn�t prepared for this..
It was.. too much..�

The boy crushing and biting and fucking him just kept hitting him there every
single time, over and over again while Tom yowled and bucked against the bed
helplessly, until he fell with a breathless cry of almost-pain headlong into
his climax, his cock dousing the sheets below him and Harry�s excited panting
against his ear.�

Harry gave a low, choked groan quite soon after and seemed to clench his entire
body around Tom before he sank his teeth into the muscle where Tom�s shoulder
joined neck, muffling his own ecstatic yell.
In the
quiet panting aftermath, Tom lay utterly spent beneath Harry�s heavy
warmth.� The boy seemed to have simply
collapsed upon him and showed no indication that he intended to move soon.

And of course, there was the unavoidable return of rational thought.

Harry Potter had just raped him.

Him. �As muggle as he may have been forced to live
he was Lord Voldemort.� Somewhere inside.� Even if he had never felt less like a Dark
Lord in his life..

Yes, perhaps he had enjoyed it toward the end � that did not alter the fact
that he had not wanted it.. had
threatened and pleaded and fought against it.�
Tom
wondered if Severus would obliviate him when he
learned of it.� He would expect Tom to
try to kill the boy for this.� Rightly so.
Harry
wasn�t saying anything though.. and
Tom hardly wished to unintentionally alert him to the need to inform Severus.

Perhaps if he simply pretended for the moment that he had wanted it all along?
In that
moment Harry sighed and, slowly shifted himself, withdrawing carefully, his
cock already softening.�� He rested upon
his hands and knees and Tom could feel him looking down at him, although his
own eyes were closed.�

Then Harry leaned down and pressed a soft lingering kiss to his cheekbone.� He started to pull away and leave the bed but
seemed to change his mind and climbed back, fumbling at the manacles with a
fiddly little key till he could rip them open and tug them off Tom�s
wrists.�

Tom, who hadn�t moved since the boy had finished inside him, found himself
roughly manhandled onto his back and then Harry was over him again, kissing him
as if the world was ending.
Shocked
and more than a little disturbed by the possible ramifications of the boy�s
abrupt shift of mood, he wrapped his dead-weight arms cautiously around his
neck and tried to return the kiss as if he weren�t
itching to insert the closest bladed object into his sternum.

A warm wet droplet landed on his cheek, startling him.��

He pushed Harry away slightly to find that the boy crying silently and
disconsolately. His green eyes were the darkest that he had ever seen them.
�What is
it?� he asked, worried now by this development.�
Was the boy thinking to kill him? He wore the face of one who was going
to commit an act they wished they did not have to commit.
Harry
shook his head slightly and seemed to fumble for an answer.�

Eventually he managed a tight, high, emotional whisper.� �It�s.. nothing.. I.. I�m sorry.� You�re..� I shouldn�t have.. �I.. You know.. you�re the only man I�ve ever loved..� I still should not have..� I.. I..have to go.� I�m sorry..� Please..don�t..tell him-�
As if
pricked by a stinging hex, the green eyed boy leapt up and darted away from the
bed, backing up a few horrified steps, his gaze flickering all over Tom, before
turning and almost running from the room.
Tom
watched the door close, his own mind seemingly in some manner of shock, his
thoughts still and silent.�

After a few minutes he blinked and let his gaze drift back up to the distant
shadowy ceiling.�
Well..
Potter
had said that he had fancied him for a number of years..
but love?! �That was somewhat different.

Love was dangerous.�

But during their discussion earlier.. The boy had as much as stated that he�d never experienced love ..
No.� No, wait.�
He hadn�t.� He had stated that
many loved him. Some of the many did
not know him, others knew him but had no idea what love meant and still others
he did not love back.

He had said nothing whatsoever about
whether he loved anyone.�

Then did he love Tom?!� Was that
possible?

It was possible.. naturally..
was it probable?!�

The boy had barely known him.. he
had known of him.. But as one who
claimed that others did not understand love or did not know him.. it seemed rather hypocritical to then fall in love with a
man who was not only essentially unknown, but who had no concept of love, who
did not feel the same way � and more importantly � who fully intended to kill
him.
This
thought dragged his mind unwillingly in a new direction.�

Did he wish to kill the boy now?!
Yes!!! the greater part of his mind screamed in the voice of a
thousand roaring demons.�
A smaller
faction was primarily confused at present, wishing explanations of what had
occurred.�

What had possessed Harry to do that?!

It had been...
Wrong,
impudent, degrading, threatening..
Exciting...

Ultimately satisfying...

...Thoroughly enjoyable after the pain had faded. �
He wiped
a hand down his face in disgust.�� What
was wrong with him?!� Of course he would
kill the boy.� Chained and raped like a
muggle at a revel.� How dare he!!

His death would come only after there was no torture left to subject the boy
to.� He would suffer. He would pay!!

As soon as he became Draco Malfoy.. Potter would
reap his just reward.
And to
think the brat was foolish enough to want to keep this little debacle from Severus,
he thought to himself wryly.� For what?� His precious reputation
as the saviour of the light?! ��He was certainly not a true agent of the light if he engaged in such acts.� Was his reputation worth more than his life �
did he have a Death wish?� Or was he
simply too foolish to realise that Tom would never forgive.. never
allow such a debasement to go unanswered. �
Harry Potter
would die in miserable wriggling torment.

...Just as soon as he regained the ability to use magic without detection.

He woke
in the morning when a knock upon his door threw him into immediate defensive
mode, curling protectively and scanning the room for the source of the
threat.�
Registering
that there was no immediate danger, he climbed out of the bed.

He was fully dressed.� He had slept that
way.� After using the sheet and the
distilled water to try to clean himself as best he
could, he had dressed and filled his pockets with implements from around the
room that would serve well as defensive weapons.�

The scalpel had remained under his pillow all night.

No one would catch him in that manner ever again.� If the boy tried it, he would kill him on the
spot, irrespective the cost.
�Come in�
he called warily, palming the scalpel beneath his shirtsleeve just in case.
The
little girl was wearing blue ribbons in her pigtails today.� She wore a blank expression that was unmistakeably
Severus-like..�

�I trust you slept well, my Lord?� she enquired, raising an eyebrow
questioningly as she inspected him.
He nodded
curtly.

�Well enough.� I assume you are ready to
harvest the other samples you require.�
The girl
looked at him evenly.

�I was actually summoning you to breakfast.�
Potter has cooked and thought you might..�
�No.� Tom
interrupted him.� �I find myself not at
all hungry this morning.� I wish to begin
the procedure as soon as possible, Severus.�
I will wait in your study until you are ready, if you wish to take
breakfast.�
Severina looked somewhat uncertain.�

�I can eat later, I suppose.� Several of
the items I require will have latency periods during extraction which will be more
than sufficient for me to step out and refresh myself.�
Tom nodded
and strode across the room with marginally less grace than he would usually
have managed.� He had found his body sore
and particularly his behind disagreeably aching.
The
little girl Potions Master wisely forbore to make any comment on whatever she
observed from his presentation.
It was
hours later as he lay in Severus makeshift lab, eyes closed, grinding his teeth
in pain as his bone marrow was extracted, that his rapist chose to make an
appearance.
�Tom?�
the approaching voice called down the hall. �
Severus..severina..cursed
under her breath when Tom flinched at the sound.� She warned him again that any movement ran
the risk of snapping the needle.�

Tom barely acknowledged the directive, his eyes were darting
to his jeans, discarded on a chair on the other side of the room, along with
his shirt, his scalpel and every other means of defending himself.� He pulled the sheet higher and closed his
eyes again, wrapping his arms around himself uneasily.
He heard Harry
walk through the doorway and stop a few feet away.
�Tom??�
he tried again, seeming somewhat more worried now.�
Reluctantly,
he opened his eyes and looked in the boy�s general direction, focussing
somewhere in the region of the sleeve of his moss green teeshirt.
�yes?� he offered dismissively.
Harry
took a hesitant step nearer. �In his
peripheral vision Tom could see the boy looking back and forth between him and
the girl seated in a swivel chair behind him operating the syringe.

�Is.. is something wrong?!�
�No.� I am busy.. as you see. �I would
appreciate privacy.��
Harry
seemed unsure what to do.� He hovered,
looking at Tom with worried confusion.� �Are
you angry with me!?� he asked finally, in a quiet voice.

�I apologised.� I said I wouldn�t do it
again.. I.. I didn�t mean to!�
I didn�t think it was that big a deal..�
�LEAVE, Potter!�
Tom hissed furiously, his eyes flicking for only a moment up to the distressed
boy�s killing-curse eyes, before dropping again and glaring at the chair behind
him.�
Harry
shuffled in place uncertainly.
Severina saved the day, speaking up in a soft
non-negotiable tone �Potter.. several
of the substances I require are rather sensitive to emotion.� If you and the Dark Lord are quarrelling at
present, it would be appreciated if you would toddle off and keep yourself
amused elsewhere until we are finished.�
The boy left
without further demur.
�Thank
you, Severus.� Tom found himself saying softly.
The girl
drew a deep pensive breath.

�You do realise that you will be obliged to spend quite a significant length of
time in close quarters with Potter, should you be playing Draco in the near
future...� ��
�I do.�
�And
exactly how to you think to manage it if you are not even able to meet his
gaze?!� Just because I resemble a piece
of fluff right now, does not mean that I have lost the power to see what takes
place directly before me.� Whatever
occurred between you last night.. it
appears to have altered things considerably.�
I will not jeopardize everything I have worked for if you cannot deal
with Potter.�
�I can
deal with Potter.� I am greatly looking
forward to it, actually.� Tom returned coolly. �
�You do
not have to take this role!� If it is merely a matter of regaining the
ability to perform magic, I will give you
a body.� You may become any wizard of
your choice.� You could take your
perfectly legitimate paperwork and bank accounts and move to another country,
if you wish.� You would be free..

There is no need for you to place
yourself within Lucius�
own house with a boy who is completely incapable of sticking to a
predetermined plan.�
Tom
considered this seriously for a few minutes.
He was
immortal.� How much easier might it be to
go and begin a new life as a different wizard?!.. he could start anew.�
Perhaps he might gain power in another..

No.�

It was not about the power.� The power was necessary and important, yes �
but it was never about the power originally.

It was about Britain.� His own country.� It was about the fate of magic for decades
and perhaps centuries to come.� It was
about blood, yes � but not in the way that Lucius and
the inbred elitists had understood it..They had
twisted his words with their warped views and by the time he wished to correct
the flaw, the purebloods had been the majority among his Death Eaters and the
risk of rebellion was too great to forcibly re-educate them on his ultimate
intentions.�
But he
had a chance now to leap to the top of the pile within the British wizarding
world and take back the reins.�
It was a
dangerous risk to his own life, yes.� Obviously.� He would be safer if he were to accept Severus�
offer and build a life for himself in the Americas. �

But then.. he had been
prepared to risk everything for his beliefs � even before the name �Lord Voldemort�
was even a fleeting thought in his mind.�
This opportunity � becoming Lucius Malfoy�s son � it was a
great risk, but it was simultaneously the most promising chance he had had thus
far to grasp the prize. �

He need only successfully seduce and ensnare the key figures and he could seize
power and exact bloody retribution upon the traitor who had betrayed him.�
He might
never again come this close to being able to single-handedly turn the rudder in
the course of the British wizarding world.�

In a hundred years of waiting, the situation might only become more and more difficult
to repair.
It was too great an opportunity to decline in
favour of security.
�I have
made my decision, Severus� he told the girl quietly.� �Do not concern yourself.� Potter will never again stand between me and
my goals.�
The
potions master did not respond but after a minute s/he removed the painful
needle and set about preparing the thick pale pink substance s/he had
removed.�
�Would you prefer to tackle the fluids of the brain next or the
intangible core substances, my Lord?!�
Tom
frowned slightly. �What do the..core substances.. entail, exactly?!�
The girl
walked around the medical table.� She
stood only as high as his head.�

�Well.. there is the magical
core.. there is the aura � or electromagnetic sheath layers.� There is also...er.. the soul..�
Tom tried
to sit up quickly and crumpled back down as pain shot through him.�

�What?� he managed, with less startled affront than he intended.
The girl
slipped her hands in the pockets of the pale blue sundress nervously.�

�Well.. naturally.. it is necessary to obtain a very small sample of the soul of
the wizard who wishes to be redirected into a new body.�

Why do you imagine that spirits are incapable of truly occupying the bodies
that they possess?!..�
As Tom�s
eyes narrowed, Severina�s eyes widened
correspondingly in horror.
�I apologise,
my Lord!... I did not intend to be disrespectful
regarding your earlier trials of fortune.�
Forgive my lack of good sense.�

I wished to say only that it is imperative to extract a minute sliver of the
ephemeral substance in order to target the binding potion.�

I struggled with the process for several months, creating empty shell after empty
shell before I realised that the body does not naturally house a soul purely by
dint of being unoccupied.� It must be
rooted in the core of the structure.�

The small sliver of soul that is extracted is reabsorbed by the witch or wizard
when they are seeded within their new form.�
It is not lost in the process or retained by me.� You need not be concerned.�
Tom was
reassured but not entirely mollified.

�The fluids of the brain then, if you would, Severus� he responded dryly.
The blue
hair ribbons bobbed as the girl stalked off to prepare the equipment capable of
lobotomising him with the merest slip of the hand.
Later
that evening, more exhausted than he could ever remember feeling before, Tom trudged
down the dingy corridor, after the small girl in the pale blue dress, in the
direction of the study.
Severus
was adamant that the process should wait until the morning when he had had
sufficient sleep to withstand it.� To
begin now, the girl conjectured, would be exponentially more dangerous than
attempting to apparate in his present physiological
and mental condition.

Tom had simply nodded.� He didn�t
care.� His body hurt in ways that were
entirely unnatural.. and it
had been in a fair state of discomfort to begin with.
Harry was
waiting for them in the study of course.�
He should have remembered but.. with everything... he�d forgotten.�

The boy looked like he was on tenterhooks with impatience for them to finally
emerge from the lab.� He sprang out of
the chair and almost flew in Tom�s direction the moment that Severina led him through the door.�
Tom
startled dramatically and took a backward step toward the safety of the
corridor, hands fumbling at his pockets for the scalpel.�

Harry had stopped dead a few metres away in the face of his reaction. He looked
at him in hurt confusion.
�I don�t
understand!� Tom..
please.. talk to me.� Tell me what I can do to make it up to
you!� I.. I.. know you were angry last night but..� I mean.. You act
like i�m going to ..to. hurt you or something.�
I... I wouldn�t!� I said I wouldn�t!� I shouldn�t have.. I
didn�t mean to! �It was an accident!�
Tom�s
eyes flashed to the brown haired girl.� The
potions master was watching them both pensively.
�There is
nothing to discuss� he told his green eyed rapist coldly, avoiding looking at
him.� �I do not require your
assurance.� Do not imagine that it will
ever happen again.�
Harry
flinched as if he�d punched him.�
�Severus...
I find myself too tired to socialise at present.� I have no appetite to speak of either.� I would appreciate it if you would direct me
to your room for the evening so that I might rest.�
He tried
to ignore the reactions this provoked in both of his �servants� and folded his
arms over his chest.
�Tom!!� Harry
yelped in a desperate tone. �You.. You don�t even want
the room?!-...don�t even trust me not to...to.. leave you in peace if you tell me to?!� I.. don�t understand!!!� Please!!!�
He dropped to his knees on the spot and looked up pleadingly. �just.. just.. tell
me what I need to do to fix this..� anything.. i�ll
do anything, ok?!�
�Of
course, my Lord� Severina cut through the bleating
smoothly.�

The girl stepped around Harry as if he were furniture and gestured for Tom to
precede him down the corridor.� The
gesture was another that was somehow so unmistakeably Severus, in Tom�s opinion.
He could
hear the boy burst into tears behind them and stoked a warm ember of vengeful
rage.� Harry would do more than weep
before he was done with him.

But he required his magic back first.��
Until then, it was best to simply keep his distance.
The young
girl slipped past him in the corridor and stepped up to the door opposite the
one leading to the room in which he had slept last night..or..
barely slept
last night.��

Severus room, in contrast, was very securely warded.� The man always had been paranoid.�

The girl tapped out a little pattern on the door, pressed her hand to it and it
finally swung open.�
Within,
the room was dark in tone - both in terms of colour and magical taint,
obsessively tidy and comfortably luxurious without any hint of pretension or
ostentatious excess.
Tom
followed the smaller figure in and nodded while he was directed to the amenities
and given a transfigured night shirt to sleep in if he wished.

He did not wish.� He would remain in his
clothing.� He accepted the nightshirt
nevertheless and placed it on the end of the bed, impatient for Severus to
leave him in peace.
�My, Lord..� the disturbingly rosebud little lips spoke in a tone
that Tom knew all too well meant that Severus wished to probe on some matter of
interest.�

�If we might.. perhaps.. discuss what occurred last night..�
�No.� he
snapped wearily.� �No..
we will not discuss anything at all.� I am tired.�
I cannot begin to convey how
tired.� Please leave me, my servant.� I wish to rest.� Whatever you would say, can
wait until the morning.�
The girl
frowned slightly, her eyes worried.� She
nodded however and bade him a good night, removing herself with swift grace.
When the
door had closed Tom closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between
thumb and finger.� He felt a headache
coming on.�

It was not entirely unexpected in view of the minor brain surgery he had
endured earlier this evening.�� He looked
at the bed for only a moment before stalking into the bathroom and turning the
shower on.

When he stepped beneath it, he felt a small measure of relief that had been
eluding him all day.�

There had been no shower in the small toilet leading off from the other room he
and Harry had shared.� After the ..� after he�d cleaned himself with distilled water, he�d had no
opportunity to wash properly.� The entire
day he had had the lingering feeling that his body still contained traces of Harry�s
emission.�

He turned the dial, increasing the temperature until it was half a shade away
from scalding, reaching for the no-nonsense bar of yellow soap and scrubbing
himself all over.�
He only
felt dizzy for a few seconds and had placed his hand on the wall to steady himself, when the world seemed to drop out from beneath him,
everything shifted to black and he folded like a concertina.
The
feeling of someone lying next to him jolted him awake with a start and he was
retreating before he�d even fully taken in that he was lying in the dark in a
bed, wearing a nightshirt.
�My Lord?!� the sleepy girlish voice
questioned uncertainly.
�Severus?�
Tom processed after a few confused moments.�
�Why are you here?!� In my bed?� What is happening?!�
Small
fingers grazed his face and he moved even further back, slipping one leg down
over the edge of the bed, ready to bolt.
�It is in
fact my bed, my Lord and you are in
it because you were inexplicably unwilling to sleep in the other room, with or
without Potter to accompany you.�

I am here, not least because it is my bed, but also because you collapsed
in the shower earlier and I did not wish to leave you unattended in such a
state.� Please calm yourself now.� You are in no danger... or..
at least.. no unusual or particular danger.�
Tom licked
his lip and tried to still the fight or flight reaction strumming through him.

Gingerly he slid back into bed, attempting to persuade himself that there was
nothing to be concerned about.� Severus
had never before tried to harm him, and the man had had ample opportunity in
view of the sheer mass of potions made specifically for his consumption over
the years.

He had no reason to be anxious that the wizard might incongruently take it into
his head to molest him either..� Severus no longer possessed the requisite
anatomy for such a task.� He was a small
teenage girl.

...At one time.. he had slept
next to Severus almost every night.� The
boy had become virtually a fixture within his chambers.
�What has
upset you so, my Lord?� the girl murmured in subdued solicitous concern.
Tom
ignored the question.�

�Did you betray me because I sent you from my bed, Severus?� he wondered aloud,
regretting the question the moment he had voiced it.
The dark
room remained silent for over a minute. Tom had decided that the question had
offended the potions master after all and was turning his head to attempt to
fall asleep once again when the soft female voice answered him.
�It was a
very long time ago.� Who can remember, my
Lord?!� Why did you send me away?�
He responded,
for once, without thinking.
�I was
concerned that you could betray me.� ...As,
it turns out.. my wariness was
justified.�

...After Regulus.. I could not
ignore how foolishly I had been behaving.�
I had to protect myself.�
The
silence lingered on again in the darkness.�

Eventually the young witch�s voice muttered, somewhat resentfully �I may not
have been so affected by Lilly�s death, had I not already been
..upset.�
Silence
filled the room loudly for a while as Tom considered the remark.� The allusion was as much a confession as
anything the man might have said.

He was startled by the sudden angry railing of the young female voice
�What did
you expect, you damned fool?!� You
plucked me out of my wretched, hellish little life like some manner of dark
fairy godmother and placed me at your side.. you jaded me with forbidden wonders..and
with power!..and with respect!.. I gave you everything
that I was, my Lord.. and
then, without a word, you pushed me aside and relegated me to the ranks as if I
had not shared every moment of your
days with you.. shared your private thoughts with you..� ...I loved
you!.. �And
you?! �You felt..nothing for me!..�
Tom grimaced,
turning his face away.�� It was all exactly
as he feared. And there was nothing to be done for it.� Not then.. and not now..

�You loved me..� he murmured barely audibly �And yet
you betrayed me to those who wished me dead.�
...That is why I have no use for love, Severus..�
He
turned, shifting and curling himself into position to sleep, curving his arm
underneath his pillow and closing his eyes.
He
thought he felt a small hand against his back just as he was dropping off to
sleep, but Severus didn�t speak again and he drifted off, into a restless
shadowy dream in which green eyes pinned him down, screaming, and cut out his
heart with a tiny silver scalpel only to force him to eat it.
He woke
feeling unsettled and found himself tangled in the clinging embrace of the
petite, childlike witch.� Severus had his..her.. head nuzzled all the way
against Tom�s neck and her legs were slung around his.

He gingerly attempted to extract himself and the small form woke immediately,
wide pseudo innocent eyes looking up at him silently, as if challenging Tom to chastise him for his
unwanted affection.
Tom
sighed and simply unwound the small arms from around his neck, sliding backward
from the bed and walking to the bathroom.�
He closed the door behind himself and leaned against it, shutting his
eyes for a moment.

For a tiny sickly second he wished that he had never run across Harry.� �He
wondered where his backpack was.. where
the portkey bracelet was..

He was trapped in between Potter and Severus.. with no way to leave.. and he was
not certain which of the two might be potentially more dangerous to him.�

Severus was a petty, jealous..resentful man.� He always had been.� He held Tom�s life in his hands now.. again.��

To have brought up old wounds last night was the most thoughtless, unwise thing
he could have done.�
He
showered quickly, only to realise with irritation that he had nothing to put on
except the transfigured nightshirt.�

Suppressing the irrational anxiety, he wrapped the towel around his waist,
tucking it in and stepping, as confidently as he could simulate, back into the
bedchamber.�
The
little witch Severus was sitting up in bed under the covers, with her legs bent,
a book on her lap and a tumbler of firewhiskey held
balanced on one knee.� She glanced up
briefly as he entered and then her eyes slid guiltily back up to wander over him
in a way that Tom found disquieting.�

He had felt the interest of others often.. it was not a new sensation.� However, he had never before felt exposed..�

It played on his mind once again that Severus was capable of using magic while
he remained, to all pragmatic end, defenceless.�
The small
girl smirked with wry bitterness.� �You
know.. If I had imagined even for a moment that the
most improbable of circumstances would occur and you would suddenly be here.. about to be brought into the campaign..

...That this day would find you standing in my bedchambers...looking as you- ...as
you do..

Doubtless I would have selected the body I wished to occupy for the event
with rather different priorities in mind...�
Tom
shifted even more uncomfortably.

�You flatter me, Severus.� You always
were very skilled at that.� Clothing, if
you would be so good.�
�I could simply change my appearance again..� Severina continued,
heedless.� �It would take..mere days..� I could
wear the boy that Potter intends to wear.. You could
take the other.. the mulatto
with the rather large...�

Hardly as lovely as your own form, obviously, but a tolerable alternative.. unless you wished a pureblood.� I have a substantial number of pureblood
males on file.� A suitable candidate
would be found.

...Potter could play Draco, as was always the plan.� He might fumble somewhat with dispatching Lucius, but he would succeed in the end.� He is quite good at doing what needs to be
done when no alternative remains.�

You could remain with me.. I would show you the entire operation.� There are few I can
think of who are greater strategists than yourself, my Lord...� You would be of far greater benefit behind
the scenes.� If you insist upon ending Lucius.. we
could engineer that also perhaps.� We
have always...worked well together.��

Tom swallowed, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

�...We have already discussed this, Severus.�
The girl
threw back her firewhiskey and tossed the book to the
side, getting out of bed and stalking closer.�
She was wearing a short black chemise with tiny white bows on the
straps.

It was ..disturbing.
�Yes.. we have discussed it.� You have decided.� I recall. �But I feel we should perhaps discuss it again.�

Never before have I had the ability to oblige you to listen when I wish to argue with you... at least not without reconciling
myself to spending the subsequent hour in agony, screaming and begging.�

In this instance - I wish to debate with you the relative merits of embarking
upon a dangerous quest with a rather foolish boy foretold to destroy you.. in comparison with remaining here.. safe..
able to research or pursue any pastime you might
wish.. with a devoted servant who will take on any appearance you desire.. who will do whatever you desire...

Surely the rational arguments are overwhelming.�
You could achieve more with
the resources I can make available to you, than you ever could as Draco Malfoy
with Potter dangling around after you.� Draco
was.. and is completely under Lucius�
thumb in ways you do not yet realise.�
Here.. you would
answer to no one..�
�Except
yourself, Severus, apparently� Tom responded with thinly veiled distaste.

�Your wish to keep me here has nothing whatsoever to do with the �resistance�
or Potter�s ability or inability to carry out the tasks required.�

..Give me some damn clothing now.� I.. I am getting cold.�
The small
witch smiled thinly.�

�Perhaps you might go and retrieve your clothing from Potter.. �I believe he has a satchel somewhere..�
�No.� Tom
answered quickly.

�Transfigure something.� It doesn�t
matter that it will not last.� I will be
undertaking your new skin procedure today.�
Severina�s snort, chilled him.
�Will you
now?!� I would say that that is at my discretion, wouldn�t you?!
�I believe you may have to wait until Potter
has completed his transformation
before I am able to begin yours.�
Tom unfolded
his arms in shock, gesturing wildly, fear and anger warring within him.� �But that makes no sense! You are endangering your own goals by delaying in this
manner.� Someone will have noticed that
the Malfoy boy is missing by now!� There
is no time to.. to.. play games!�
The
little potions master had stepped closer with a mercenary determination on her
innocent little face.� �Fine.
Let us not play games then. �I will phrase
it another way.. If you had to choose between.. continuing as you have been.. or regaining the ability to perform magic and remaining here
with me.. which would you select?!�� Severina slipped
his left hand behind him and drew his wand smoothly.. it had obviously been tucked into a sheath there or held
with a sticking spell upon his small back.�

He had expected a confrontation.�

The wand was not yet raised but the implication was obvious.
Tom
became very still although his mind was racing.�
�You
would..force..
me to remain with you.. then?�

He felt an icy lump of fear in his stomach.�
The night
before last..�
The night he slept in the other room.

He had been trying not to think about it.. but it was inescapably floating up in his mind.� �

Potter had taken the birch to him..��

He had been rather preoccupied as it was taking place..�� He hadn�t even noticed.� The boy had brought the rod down upon him
again and again, a vicious snarl of satisfaction on his face.

But he had used the wrong hand...

Potter.. Harry.. was right handed.� He had
seen the boy write.. hold
coffee cups.. open doors..pick
up objects..�� Never once did he use his
left hand for any task that required any degree of precision.
It was
not necessary to say it � to scream the words �You did it!� It was you! I know you did it to me!�� - the expression on
Tom�s horrified face was obviously eloquent enough.
Severina�s pretty little face darkened and a flash of guilt
escaped the man�s normally well controlled mask.
�I would force you..
only because you haven�t the sense to see what is best
for you.� The sinister little girl answered softly. �Had you not pushed me away.. the mistake with Potter would
never have occurred.. You would have won.� I would not be bound in this damned vow
to a brat who may one day kill you.. I would not be
made to assist him to do it.�
�You
never intended to give me a new body at all.. did you?!� Tom asked in a hollow, leaden tone, feeling what
tiny tin trinket was left of his heart sink.
At this,
the girl frowned and looked almost petulant.

�I did actually!� I disagreed with Potters decision to involve
you.. but I had every
intention of placing you in Draco�s body..

Then you had to flaunt the boy in
front of me.. You ordered me to prepare the bed for you both..� � The girl�s eyes
glared at Tom with an intensity that was unmistakeably Severus.

Let it never be said that I cannot follow orders. �I hoped you would beat seven shades of shit
out of the little whore with the toys I gave you..� ...I could not watch, after you gave the boy
cause to forbid me to do so � but I listened.. I
monitored you via a point plotting spell..� The vow did not count that as �watching�..
Tom
clenched his fists impotently.� He had
sneered that the Potions master could watch if he wished..
but he had not truly thought the man would dare..
And, what
did I observe?!�� The girl snarled
violently, her wand sparking black� ��I observed you show the boy mercy.. I heard
you tell him that he was beautiful.. �You allowed him to take control!� You.. you lost yourself
with him!� ..With POTTER!!� The least deserving
wretch in existence!�

I gave up everything for you!� He, by
contrast, has destroyed pieces of your soul,
my Lord!!..�
Severina controlled her face with difficulty, swallowing, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
�Even
then.. Seeing how much more Potter meant to you than I ever had..
I STILL intended to go through with
the procedure.

I.. simply wanted..�
I wanted..� The long eyelashed
eyes widened, beseeching Tom to understand. ��I wanted.. to punish you.. to hurt you as I
hurt.. I..didn�t intend to pursue things further...� I.. I thought.. It
was.. ..I was looking down at you..so
lovely.. crying..
I have never seen you weep..I doubted you even possessed tear ducts.� And.. and I thought.. It could be the last night in which you
exist as you are.. as the man
I loved.. however much younger you may be now than you
were.� I thought I might never again have
the chance to lie with you.. And..
I thought it would not matter so very much if I were to take what you would never give to me.� I could obliviate
you.. No one but myself would ever know..�
Tom felt
ill.�

This.. THIS.. was why love was dangerous.� Decades later and the mistakes of his youth were
still coming back to haunt him.
The
little girl Severus grimaced miserably and a fat tear rolled down her
cheek.� �But.. I
couldn�t do it.� I couldn�t remove the
memory.� She stepped closer, dropping her wand with a clatter and raising her
small hands as if to touch Tom.� He
retreated hurriedly, feeling the door not far behind him. �The girl�s hand�s dropped and her eyes
pleaded.
�You.. came apart in my arms.� I.. I didn�t intend
to take your innocence from you.. I could not have known that you of all men would be...

...And.. I had already begun..
and I wanted
you... It seemed fitting that I
should be the one to show you that pleasure..�

You..enjoyed it.. I know you did.� You moved against me..
You moaned...You screamed when you came..� And afterward.. you didn�t push me away.. you didn�t
struggle.. you kissed me back..
�I fought
you!� Tom cried furiously�
�I was chained!.. what other choice did
you leave me?!� And after..� after
you had ..finished..�
What exactly was I to do?!.. Potter is stronger than myself.� He made that clear.� And if I had somehow attacked and bested him.. killed him.. What would I do
about you.. and about this chance to escape monitoring?!� You see permission where there was only
surrender!�
Severus
seemed unwilling to acknowledge the protest.�
She continued on determinedly.�

�You turned to me for protection..� You looked to me for comfort when you were frightened!�
Tom
gritted his teeth.� �Protection
from yourself!� See
reason!!� You attacked me!�
The small
girl railed at him, exasperated and insistent.
�You are
the one who refuses to see reason, my Lord!�
Even yesterday while I prepared the extracts...
I thought to carry out the procedure with a different body..
I wished only to persuade you not to become involved in this dangerous plot �
to persuade you to be safe...� You would not hear of it!� ��

I found you broken on the floor of my shower!�
I thought for a moment that you were dead!!..�
�Tom
ruffled slightly, defensively.� He was
perfectly rational when it came to the decision to attempt to seize control of
the wizarding world.� Severus and his own
systems of rationality simply had different levels of priority attached to
certain things.�

�It was merely an accident.� One that you
should have anticipated, familiar as you are with the process of extracting the
substances you need for the transfer.� �Perhaps you allowed it to occur, purely to
have cause to drag my defenceless form into your bed again.�
Severina snorted, shaking her head ruefully.� �I did not think you foolish enough to
endanger your health by remaining in a tiled box when you were already light
headed.�� And, on the matter of having you
in my bed - You were the one who suddenly
chose to speak with me as you have not for .... for many years.. ��You
told me.. in essence that it
had not been my fault!� That I had done nothing
to deserve it.� You explained yourself!!..

To address the matter with you has been unthinkable since you shoved me out
into the corridor one night without a word.. and last night.. you brought it up,
out of the blue.. as if you had been thinking about me.. Perhaps even missing me!��

When I curled up against you as you slept.. you put your arms around me.. you
pulled me closer!

I cannot let you leave again!� I will
not!!� If I give you another body.. you will leave!� You are a brilliant,
foolish man and I refuse to allow you to die again!�
Tom�s
eyes darted in the direction of the door and then down at the wand.�

It would only take a twitch of his finger to repel Severus.� Just a flick..� He could kill him..

The ugly reality was that he would never
be free!...� He
would never again be able to use magic without fear!� As wonderous as Severus�
little procedure might be.. He would never get to
experience it.�

No.� Severus would enslave him, out of love.�
�I will
not stay� he growled desolately.� �Return
me to where you found me.� I will go on
as before.�
The little
witch who concealed his Potions Master and former lover froze, pain twisting
her pretty lips.� Another two tears
streaked down her cheeks as her thickly lashed eyes blinked in shock.
Then she
darted for the wand.

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