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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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Chapter 7
Taking a deep breath, Harry began his fairytale. “A long time ago-“
“How long ago?” Cerise asked with a frown. Harry smiled at her and ran his hand over her unruly hair. She refused to let him him cut it and he feared she never would let him the older she grew. He like to tease that she was his little Rapunzel, to which she'd reply she'd make a real princess if she had a pet dragon to protect her.
Before he had time to answer, Reggie interrupted. “A long time ago, dummy!”
Cerise gave him a dirty glare. “I meant in years, you plebeian!”
“I don't quite know darling. How about we say a thousand years ago ?” Harry suggested. His daughter liked to have factual details.
“Will there be dragons in the story?” Cerise asked hopefully.
It was Lily who groaned this time. “Cherry pop, let mom finish the story first. Okay?” Cerise pouted but obeyed her older sister nonetheless. The twins looked extremely pleased at their sister’s downtrodden look.
So, Harry continued. “There lived a magical boy in a village that didn't know magic existed.”
“Why didn't they know magic existed?” Cerise piped up again.
Rom groaned and kicked at his sister. “Shut up!”
“You shut up!” Cerise gave him a kick back and both started a war of “no, you shut up” and when Reggie joined in to support his twin Harry was forced to intervene. He pulled Cerise to his other side between him and Lily and glared at the twins.
“We do not kick siblings.” The twins instantly withered under his fierce gaze.
Rom whined. “But, mummy, Cerise kicked me too!” Reggie nodded to back up his brother, as if Harry hadn’t just seen the the three fighting.
“Yes, but you started it.”
Reggie huffed and stuck his tongue out at Cerise. “Because she was interrupting too much!”
Harry turned to Cerise. “Love, I'm going to explain everything okay? How about letting me tell the story without any more interruptions, hmm?” He softened the reprimand with a kiss to her forehead. Cerise nodded, but not before sticking out her tongue at the twins spitefully.
But Reggie and Rom cried out for a kiss from their mother too so Harry kissed them too each on their foreheads with a laugh.
“Okay, back to the story please!” Lily exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
Chuckling, Harry continued. “His parents had died- “
“How did they die?”
“CERISE!” Even Alfred, ever his most quiet child shouted along with Lily and the twins at the young girl, who instantly deflated under their combined glares of annoyance.
“They were on the run from a very evil man. That's how they ended up in the muggle village but they were wounded from battle and the parents died in each other arms.” Harry saw Cerise open her mouth again and before she could do so and bring down more ire on her tiny little head, he hurried to explain. “There was a wizard who wanted to control the entire world and the boy's parents were trying to protect the world from the wizard. His army had attacked the boys home and wounded the parents. So, the boy grew up orphaned with only the village elders looking after him.”
The children were enraptured with the story he was spinning. “They didn't like that the boy could do magic, so they treated him very unfairly. Other children his age were told by their mamas and papas that he was dangerous. Since they didn't know that magic was not evil, they saw all that the boy did with magic as something to be feared. They made him live in a small shed next to the village church. They gave him little food. But the boy was resourceful. At night, he would go out and climb to the highest tree to get the juiciest fruits and scoured the fields for the best veggies. Once, he accidentally magicked a crop of strawberries to taste like beets. He also stole of the candy and sweets the village women baked. He would sneak over the buildings and steal all the clothes and blankets he needed from the drying lines. And he even took toys from the children who ignored him to play with. He magicked them to move and talk to him, chasing away his loneliness. When a village child found one the the spelled toys, they fainted dead away when the small doll began talking to him.” The twins and Cerise found this funny and giggled. Hopefully the twins wouldn't take inspiration from the prank. Merlins balls, who was eh kidding, of course they were already devising a plan.
Harry smiled but there was no mirth behind his eyes. He was still shaken after that display in the ballroom. And he wasn’t even angry at Tom. He didn't care about what that woman had said about him. Other people, people he actually cared about had said worst about him. But what she'd said about Orion had been unforgivable. To say such a heinous thing and about an innocent life…Harry hadn’t called out to Tom because he’d wanted to stop it. No, he'd called out to Tom for help.
He'd been on the verge of cursing the woman himself. He’d been too close to reaching for his wand and cursing the woman. The hatred he'd seen in that woman's eyes had roused his quick anger. He hadn't cared about Rookwood or what was happening to him. And that was what scared Harry the most. That he could look on in apathy at a man getting tortured. That he'd wanted to inflict the same pain on that woman. So, he'd called out to Tom and he had understood.
Harry hadn’t been sure that he could have stopped himself from attacking the woman if Orion and Alfred hadn't been in his arms. He'd needed Tom to force him from the room.
After, he'd gathered his children to him, so relieved that neither the twins nor Cerise had seen that. It was bad enough that James, Lily, and Alfred saw that. And he didn't delude himself into thinking that Salazar and Hadrian weren't familiar to such things. After feeding Orion, he had transfigured a crib by his bedside and put the baby to bed. Harry had ushered them all into his gigantic bed, the children piling around close to him. Alfred had begged for a story and Harry obliged, knowing his kids needed to occupy their minds with something else.
But he didn't know any fairytales. The Durselys hadn't exactly been reading him bed time stories at night. So he made up a story, letting the words flow and weave an adventure for the kids. He recounted many stories of how the villagers had tried to punish the boy but through sheer wiles, the boy managed to outsmart even adults.
“….and then he was captured by a, um, a dragon.” Harry improvised. Everyone except Cerise groaned, but the six year olds happy squeal drowned them out. They knew with dragons in the story, there would be no end of questions.
“How did he get captured by a dragon, was it a nice dragon, where did the dragon come from?’ She asked excitedly.
“There was a slumbering dragon high up on the tallest mountain in the tallest castle. Everyone thought the castle was haunted so they all avoided it, even the boy. But since the villagers had gotten better at hiding food and clothes and toys from the boy, he crept up the hill one night and stole into what he thought was an abandoned castle. He told himself that The story The village elders told to the children were to scare them from playing in the old castle. He searched though the dark halls and in a room found enough gold to feed himself for a thousand years. So, he took some gold, vowing to be back. But as you know, dragons love their gold and when the boy took the gold, he broke the sleeping curse on the dragon. The dragon roused, angry and breathing fire. That night he flew down and set fire to an entire field of crops.” Both the twins and Cerise gasped, their eyes going wide with Harry. They’d been cheering the boy's adventures and were worried for the fate of the boy.
This time it was Reggie who interrupted. “Was the boy okay, did the bad dragon find him?”
“He's getting to it and we don't know if the dragon is bad yet. The boy took his gold, what else was the dragon supposed to do?” Cerise defended.
“The scared villagers blamed the boy and so they caught him up and offered him as sacrifice to the dragon. They tied him up to a post and left him alone in the cold night. For hours he feared for his life in the middle of the field the dragon had burned through the previous night. The dragon found him and was going to eat the boy but he decided to keep him instead.”
“Why, did the boy eat too much spinach and taste yucky?” Rom asked, identical looks of disgust and horror on him and his twins face.
Reggie wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Ew, why would the boy go stealing spinach when there are perfectly good candy and sweets to steal?”
Chuckling, Harry shook his head. “That's exactly why the dragon didn't eat the boy. He had gorged himself on too many sweet things that the moment the dragon tried to take a bite out of him, he got a toothache!”
“But mommy then we should eat more sweets because that way no dragon will want to eat us!” Rom crowed with a wide smile, making Harry wince at his parental misstep.
“Exactly, we can be your sweet and not eaten by mean, smelly dragons and still alive boys,” Reggie added to the argument.
Alfred, who up to then had been quiet chimed in. “Maybe the dragon saw something in the boy that was familiar. It might have reminded the dragon of himself. I mean he was all alone under a curse for who knows how long so the dragon didn't kill the boy because of that maybe?”
Harry reached behind Lily and Cerise and cupped Alfred's jaw in his hand. Out of all his children, aside from the younger ones, Alfred was most prone to be affected by his father’s actions tonight. The boy abhorred any show of violence. Harry wanted to keep him unsullied of such things.
“Yes, that's exactly why the dragon didn't eat him. Aside from the candy and sweets that is,” he added with a side eye to the twins who grinned unabashedly.
A contemplative frown overtook Lily's face. “So, what happened to the boy?”
“The boy was kept in a tower. It was the highest tower in the realm. There were no stairs the boy could climb. The dragon was the only one who could fly up to visit him,” Harry continued in an exaggerated manner, enjoying the ways the twins and Cerise ate it all up. “The dragon wanted to keep the boy all to himself. He was the only one who visited the boy. At first the boy was afraid of him, for the dragon was very mean and breathed fire and smelled of sulfur. But he couldn’t go back to the villagers either. They had tried to sacrifice him, he could only imagine what they would do to him next if he came back. So, he kept his magic hidden from the dragon and stayed in the tower. The dragon brought him the best foods. The juiciest chicken, the most succulent beef, the tartlets and sweetest tarts, and yes even the freshest vegetables that included broccoli and the boy ate all of it.” He emphasized the last words for the twins who grimaced.
“I think the dragon was trying to fatten him up to eat him,” Reggie mumbled.
“The boy got to know the dragon better. And even if the dragon was gruff and seemed mean, the boy began to enjoy the dragon’s company. Slowly, the dragon began to confide in the boy. He then discovered this was no ordinary dragon. He was in fact a wizard turned into a dragon!”
Cerise’s eyes widened in wonder. “So, was he an animagous? Do you think when I'm an animagous I could be a dragon?”
“It takes years and a lot of brains to be an animagous,” Reggie snorted, with the clear implication that Cerise had nether to even hope for such a thing.
Lily quickly slain her palm over Cerise’s and hugged the bristling girl to herself. “Cherry pop, I'm sure you can be an animagous if you work really hard.”
Nodding, Harry continued. “Your sister is right, love. But I'm sure if you put your mind to it you can be a dragon too. But no, the dragon in his story was not an animagous. This dragon had been placed under a curse. His heart had been taken out by an evil man and been divided into seven pieces and hidden. Because he had no heart the evil man could control the dragon. But the dragon didn't like that so he got a nice witch to place him under a sleeping curse so the evil man couldn’t control him anymore. But since the sleeping curse was broken, the evil man was coming for the dragon again to control him. So, the boy decided to go on an adventure to get back all the pieces of the heart. He felt so guilty and knew it was all his fault for waking the dragon up in the first place. So, the boy...
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Excerpt from The Making of a Tragedy by Rita Skeeter
No one could imagine that the at the end of the TriWizard Tournament would see so much tragedy. Sure, champions died but the winner was met with much fame and fortune. Wizards celebrated the winner for years to come.
When Harry Potter was chosen as the second champion for Hogwarts, I will admit that I grew worried. I knew something afoul was involved, I just did not have the evidence I have now or I assure you, dear reader I would have reported this grievous wrongdoing right then and there. Much drama followed the boy who lived, and this reporter was the one to report on the love triangle between Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and the Drumstrang Champion Viktor Krum.
The Gryfindor champion excelled at all his tasks, as I knew he would. But during the last task, Harry and his fellow Hogwarts Champion Cedric Diggory both reached the cup at the same time. Only, the boys did not know that it was a cleverly disguised portkey put there by Alastair Moody, the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts. But, it was not actually Madeye Moody! It was death eater elite, our very own General of Defense Barty Crouch, Jr. who used polujuice potion to impersonate Moody and get close to Harry.
The portkey took Harry and Cedric to an undisclosed location. From the memories given to me by the late Peter Pettigrew, who was one of Death Eaters, this author can tell you elite death eater Lucius Malfoy, Secretary of State prepared a terrible ritual that brought back the dark lord. He killed Cedric and used his dead body on a ritual to create a corporeal body for Lord Voldemort.
History was made that day.
Captured by the dark side, the Order scrambled to recoup their loss. Harry’s abduction, and right under Dumbledores nose was a catastrophic hit the Order never recovered from.
The first few months under Lord Voldemort was terrible. Horrifying. Unspeakable. Dear readers, it truly hurts me to write this. I don't know how Harry survived them. House elves were treated with more care. He saw and experienced what no boy, no man, no wizard should ever see or have done to him. He tried to starve himself. But it seemed Lord Voldemort had anticipated that and kept him under constant surveillance. When he would not eat, death eaters held open Harry's jaw and poured food down his throat. Harry couldn't even take a piss or take a shit, excuse my language, without death eater eyes one him. There was once instance where he tried running into a wall, multiple times before Draco Malfoy, one of regular guards then, stopped him. From then on Harry had never even been able to give himself a scratch. But that didn't mean Lord Voldemort had been under the same restraints.
After everyone of Lord Voldemort's visits, he'd pass out, his body just one big mass of bruised and blood. From the pensive memories given to me by an anonymous source, I could not even recognize the man I know today. But when he woke up, his skin was mended and his aches vanished. Severus Snape served as his personal healer. But it was only temporary as Harry soon learned. Lord Voldemort didn't leave the boy's skin unmarred for long. It continued in that vein for some months. The only companion he had was Lord Voldemort during their visits.
But then it changed when one night Harry reporting feeling an excruciating pain. Lord Voldemort was called and my anonymous source told me he became completely crazed. Severus Snape along with the top Healers from St. Mungos were compelled to treat Harry. Medical records show that his appendix had almost burst and it had to be removed. Harry Potter almost died that day.
At this moment, you must be asking yourself why did Lord Voldemort care? I myself wondered why did Lord Voldemort keep Harry for as long as he did? Sure, I understand wanting revenge but what revenge is greater than death? Now I may sound callous but why not torture Harry Potter then dispose of him? After all, during that time the Order believed he was prophesized to kill the dark lord, not knowing about Neville Longbottom at the time.
Now pay attention dear reader because this is where it starts to get interesting. For I am going to do what no one else has ever done. I am going to be revealing the secret to eternal youth! But be warned, it comes with a price.
Harry Potter’s life has everything to do with Lord Voldemort's death.
Horcrux.
Now many, if not all of you know what that is. Let me explain it to you. From my extensive research from Secrets of the Dark Arts, scrolls from the Library of Alexandria, and my extensive travels all over Europe I found out all about horcruxes.
To make a horcrux, one must sever their soul and put that piece of the soul inside a powerful object. In order to rip a soul apart, a person had to commit a heinous act. And what is more heinous than murder? Lord Voldemort killed many wizards to rip apart his soul.
But, I, your ever-inquisitive author asked myself about other wizards that have also killed but they did not make horcruxes. So only murder cannot be the thing that makes a horcrux. When I searched through Albus Dumbledores office, I found the book Secrets of the Dark Arts which only described the spell. It did not however tell a person how to make one horcrux.
I gained access to the historical vaults in Egypt and spent hours looking through scrolls which finally led me to figure out how Lord Voldemort had found immortality…and in doing so, immorality.
For the first time in publishing history, I bring to you the biggest kept secret of our world.
I consulted with a professor of ancient runes, K. M. Pemberly to help me with the ancient scrolls. To make a horcrux a person needs an object of “immense power and complete neutrality” to contain the soul. And for them to live, another must die. So therein comes the murder part. However, this spell tests the person to see if they are strong enough, worthy enough to become immortal. Yes, you read that right. A spell tests a person, as if it is a sentient being. But the professor assured me that it was possible. He explained that magic is a living thing. The same way a wand chooses its master, magic can pick and choose upon whom to bestow its gifts on.
The way the spell tests the person is horrendous. Because in the process of making a soul, the person doing it must immediately destroy the soul of their victim after killing their body. We all know that once we die, our souls move on to the after life. Dementors, when giving the kiss inhale and feed on souls. Those unfortunate beings become mere shells. There is no afterlife for them to find peace. And that is, in essence, what a person who wants to make a horcrux is doing. They destroy the soul and in the extreme taboo of it, rips apart their own soul and transfers it to an appropriate object.
Now, what does this have to do with Harry Potter?
Well, readers, I warn you to brace yourselves.
Harry Potter is a horcrux. To be more specific, he is Lord Voldemort’s horcrux.
From Albus Dumbledores personal journal I found his suspicions about Harry Potter. He can speak parseltongue. He has a strange connection to he dark lord. He can do things no other students his year can. And there were many more concerning behaviors that more than proved that Lord Voldemort’s soul was inside of Harry Potter.
So of course, this false savior could not be the boy prophesized to kill lord Voldemort.
When Harry Potter almost died from his appendix, Lord Voldemort realized something. While he may be immortal, Harry Potter was not. Horcruxes never were to be made with a living object. Harry would eventually die and kill the horcrux when he died. The problem was to then make Harry Potter immortal, or to transfer the horcrux to another object.
Taken from the pensive memories of one of the healers used by Lord Voldemort, I saw how a group of the most distinct and talented healers tried to extract the horcrux. They worked along with the most talented ward breakers and dark arts masters. But to no avail.
Then one dark arts master theorized that since a horcrux was parasitic, they could weaken Harry’s body almost to death and the horcrux would then be forced to latch onto the nearest magical object. But a person or thing just standing beside Harry Potter would not do. The horcrux had been in Harry so long, it had imprinted on his specific DNA.
A healer, given the new information, theorized that a hypothetical baby that shared Harry Potter’s DNA would be a perfectly acceptable vessel for the horcrux. After further research, they found evidence to validate their theory.
Lord Voldemort decided to pursue it. The plan was to make Harry Potter pregnant. The optimal time to move the horcrux would be when Harry gave birth. It was not the perfect plan but it would give him time to find a better option. This author thinks that he did not want Harry Potter to know that with his death, he could be helping the order. It would just encourage the boy to commit suicide. And so, Harry Potter became pregnant at only fifteen.
I am told by an anonymous source that Lord Voldemort told Harry of his plans. Their meeting was held in secret. I have tried to find out what was said or what the agreement was but no one other than Harry and Lord Voldemort know what they agreed to.
So, Severus Snape made the potion that allows for male wizards to carry. As you all know, it is an expensive potion composed of obscure ingredients and rare magical creatures. Very few can afford it, and even fewer can make it. Snape happened to be the one out do six in the entire world that could make it. The potion is also very dangerous, as it permanently changes a males insides. But Harry is a powerful wizard and he soon fell pregnant. Lord Voldemort stopped his nightly visits after it was confirmed. He ordered Harry to be moved into his own rooms, albeit still under heavy guard.
At the time, Draco Malfoy was a trainee and given guard duty of Harry Potter after the wall incident. From the Malfoy gardener, I learned they fought almost daily but Harry never asked for another guard. Once, Harry spelled ferret ears on top of Draco’s head. Draco then retaliated and spelled boils all over his face. Unfortunately, Lord Voldemort decided to check up on Harry that particular day and subsequently crucio’d Draco. Other such similar instances occurred. But that didn't stop the budding friendship between them. Which, dear readers slowly turned into something more.
It turned into a torrid love triangle between Lord Voldemort, Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy…
TBC
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“…and so, the boy found the first piece of the dragon’s heart…” Harry looked over his children's sleeping faces. Rom and Reggie faced each other, Rom already drooling onto their shared pillow and Reggie’s leg twitching out in small kicks against Rom. Cerise slept like an angel, her hands tucked under her head and her feet curled under his thighs. Lily slept haphazardly with her arms thrown over her face that didn't stopper her small snores. Although if he ever said that to her face, she'd deny it. Alfred, pushed to the very edge by Lily slept on his stomach, one arm fallen over the edge of the bed.
Harry remembered the time when Alfred was just a toddler and sleeping in his own room. He and Lily has been sharing rooms but the girl wanted more privacy so the two close siblings had transferred to adjoining rooms. But Alfred hadn't been able to sleep the first night and crawled into Harry's room. Thankfully that had been a night where Tom had been away on ministry business or Harry would have died of mortification to have his son see him en dishabille. Harry had slowly weened Alfred into sleeping alone but only with the condition that Harry stayed until he fell asleep.
One night, he'd tucked Alfred in but the boy had begun to whine. One of the edges of his blankets had been trailing onto the floor. Alfred explained that if any limb was over the edge of the bed, then the monster under the bed could get you. Same rule applies to blankets. If all edges of the blankets weren't tucked around his body, the monster could pull off the blanket and get him. So, Harry had carefully tucked in all edges making an Alfred sized burrito before kissing the boy’s silly nose and leaving the room.
How small his son had been then. So innocent. Still was.
Gingerly, he lifted himself over the sleeping twins in a feat of truly acrobatic prowess and jumped off the bed, nearly crashing into the side table. Sighing in relief when he caught himself just in the nick of time, he grabbed up his night robes and tied it over his pajamas.
When he stepped out of his rooms, he nodded at the two death eaters stationed outside his rooms. Slytherin Palace wasn't as warded as Riddle Manor. Now that place was virtually impossible to attack, the manor keeping him in as much as it kept everyone out. Since Tom couldn’t enact the same number of wards on Slytherin Palace, he'd upped the amount of death eaters guarding him. At all times, he had four guards, two visible and two under charms. The children had two each, although it had taken a while to find willing victims to guard the twins. Harry would have to remind Tom to pay those guards extra.
They trailed him at a safe distance even though more death eaters were stationed in every hall way. He'd grown used it to. Every time he went outside of the manor, Tom had the same entourage following him. They stood as insignificant as the light scones on the walls, so it was almost easy to forget they were even there.
Harry made his way down the hall to the master suite and let himself in, it was blood warded that only allowed him and Tom and to enter. He went straight to the large, ornate fireplace and knelt. He threw in some powder and made a firecall to Tom’s office.
It took a few minutes before his call was picked up and Theodore Nott’s head appeared in the fireplace. Owlish eyes blinked at him sheepishly. The slight man looked absolutely haggard; his cheekbones standing out in stark relief and and dark circles marring his deep sapphire eyes.
“Theo, don't you ever go home?”
The other man frowned. “I am the undersecretary of the minister of magic, I need to be on call at all times Harry!”
“It's three in the morning. I know you’ve been taking over the bulk of Tom's workload and since Salazar and Hadrian are both here for the week, you've had no break. How long has it been since you last slept, hmm?”
Theo opened his mouth but quickly shut it when he realized the answer was an alarmingly number of hours.
“I thought so,” Harry crowed smugly. “You're going on a vacation right after this week, I demand it.”
The under secretary looked positively scandalized at the suggestion. “What?! There is no way I can take off an entire week! There's the pesky trolls I have to deal with not to mention the inter continental trade agreement and the permits that I have to approve-“
“You are taking a two-week break and I'm going to make sure Tom takes away your clearance into the ministry and bars you from the building. And that's an order.” Harry gave him the same glare he used to cow the twins. And if it worked on the little devils, it worked on everybody.
The other man gave in but not without a lot of grumbling. “Fine…. liar, said one week first…. lord is going to kill me…bloody Gryffindors...”
Harry rolled his eyes at the ranting. “Speaking of him, can you please go call him? I need to see him.”
For once, the undersecretary looked nervous. “Uh, Harry, he's in a delicate situation right now, I'm not sure you should see him right now.”
Harry nodded and thanked Theo. “Well can you tell him I'll be waiting in his rooms when he's finished? I need to see him.”
“Of course, I'll relay the message as soon as he is finished, although I don't know how long that will be.”
“Are Salazar and Hadrian- “Harry cut himself off. Of course they were there. He hadn't wanted them involved with Tom's business. It wasn't for the lack of trying though. But from a young age, Salazar had always looked up to Tom and and became his shadow as a teen. He wanted to succeed his father as minister. Harry had tried to get his boy to pursue other interest but he'd always been met with ruthless determination. Like father like son. Too afraid to further isolate his already aloof son, he'd let Tom mentor and bring Salazar into the ministry.
He'd thought with Hadrian it would be different. He'd been such a precocious child and because of his abilities, Harry had tried to shield him as much as possible. He didn't think Hadrian would want to go into the ministry until Tom bribed his second oldest with countless opportunities to travel to different countries as a dignitary. Of course, Hadrian had accepted and he'd been taken under his father’s wings.
Harry had talked to Hadrian, to make sure it was what he wanted. He wanted the boy to understand what being in Tom's ministry would entail. Hadrian had been blunt and told Harry he not only understood but accepted what he would be called to do. He'd said he was doing it for himself but also to protect Harry. After the attack by the Russians, the entire family had been shaken and the main part of Hadrian’s job was to to garner allies against Russia, or anyone against Tom’s reign really.
“Yes, Salazar and Hadrian are here.” Theo answered quietly.
“Right I should have figured. Well, I'll let you go so you can work yourself into an early grave,” Harry teased with a small smile until he remembered all that Theo was doing for Orion. “And, Theo, thank you. Thank you so much, for what you did and what your doing, I-I just can't tell you how much. I-just, thank you.”
The other man, taken aback asps the profuse gratitude, blushed bright red. “Oh, of course. Harry, you do need to thank me, I'm glad to do it. Really.”
Harry thanked the man again before saying goodnight. When the head popped out of sight, Harry went over to a comfy armchair and settled in for a long night’s wait. He didn't know how long he spent looking at the empty fireplace when it burst into green flames and Tom emerged.
He'd long since lost his robes and only wore a black shirt and trousers. Harry sniffed delicately, but he didn't smell any different from the familiar leather and sandalwood.
“You're shivering.” Tom turned and spelled a roaring fire into the fireplace. Harry unfurled from the chair and realized not only was he cold but his limbs had practically atrophied. He winced as he heard a joint crack as he stretched out.
“Did you come to yell at me?”
A wry grin twisted Harry's lips. “Did you do something that warrants a yelling?”
“Yes.”
Harry smiled softly. “Well, I'm too tired to yell at you, you got lucky.”
They fell into an awkward silence. He knew Tom refused to address the Umbridge woman so Harry would have to ask. “What did you do to…”
Tom took a few steps towards him until the tips of his boots touched Harry's bare toes. His hands reached for the hands at Harry's sides and his cupped hands slid up from each arm to rest heavily over Harry's shoulder. “I'm sorry you had to hear that. Orion is perfect.”
“Do you really think that? You're not ashamed Orion is a squib?” Harry hunched his shoulder, as if preparing himself for Tom to launch into a scathing attack on Orion.
“Orion is my son.” He stated with all the arrogance of a king. And as supreme ruler, he set the bar on perfection; indeed, he was the bar. So of course Orion could be nothing less than perfection. And Harry needed this blind and absolute assurance. It was the only answer Harry needed.
He let his body sway forward and rested his head under Tom's chin. And if Harry took a little pleasure from the surprise on Tom's face and the way he startled like a skittish horse, then it was a secret just between him and the chest he hid his small smirk in. He rubbed his cold cheeks over the soft fabric of Tom's shirt. The skin underneath him was warm and welcoming.
“Is she dead?” Harry almost didn't want to know but he had to. As much as he hated to admit it, her death would make him feel more at ease about Orion's safety.
“No. I left Salazar and Hadrian to interrogate her.”
Harry hummed. “I've never even heard of W.A.N.D.S. But if they really value what that woman thought then I don't want to hear more of them. You don't think a lot of people really believe the way they do, do you?”
Tom stayed silent, rather than telling him an answer he’d rather not hear. Harry pressed himself closer. Perhaps it was exhaustion, the lack of sleep, the verbal attack on Orion, or whatever. But tonight, he didn't want to be alone.
“You know, you're in the perfect position to hug me. And I'm cold.” When Tom's arms stayed slack at his side, Harry tilted his face to look at Tom. The taller man's face was cast in angular shadows, but his glamoured blue eyes stood out in sharp relief. He looked so stern, as if a smile had never dared to defile this austere visage. But that wasn't true. Harry had seen it himself. Tom had smiled earlier tonight and he'd been the reason for the rare occurrence.
With a sad chuckle, Harry braced his arms over his lover’s chest. “I know you’re this dark lord that eats unicorns for breakfast and makes out with dementors for lunch but surely your reputation will survive give me a hug. Or don't you even know how to hmm?”

Tom sneered but nonetheless notched his arms into the dip at the base of Harry's spine. “I do not ‘make out’ with anyone.”
“Of course not, its just the unicorn thing.”
He stood up on his tip toes and using his hands on Tom's chest as leverage, he pressed his dry lips to Tom's in a chaste kiss. There was nothing sexual about it, just Harry asking for comfort. And Tom gave it to him. He pressed back, curving Harry's back over his arm but took it no further. Harry pulled back with a content sigh.
“Why are you here Harry?” It wasn't often that Harry actively sought Tom out, and especially not at night in the dark lord’s own bedroom.
“I-I wanted t-to to hurt….to see her hurt. I just-“ His face crumpled. Harry struggled to explain but he feared that if he said it aloud that it would make it real. He would have to confront it. The voracity to which he'd wanted to hurt that vile woman was so much he hadn’t cared about Rookwood. He had lost himself once, so long ago. Someone had died because of him. It didn't matter if that person had deserved it or not, Harry's hands were still stained with the man's blood. Many years passed before Harry had pulled himself from that dark abyss. He didn't know if he could do that again.
“I know. It's okay.” Tom said with such authority that Harry almost let himself believe it.
He made a distressed sound deep in his throat. “But it's not Tom, it's not! I'm supposed to- “
“Protect our children, which you did.” Tom cupped Harry's face in his hands and looked into teary eyes. “Harry, it's okay.” He sealed his promise with another kiss, at first tentative but wit Harry passive in his hands Tom indulged himself. It was dry and salty and Harry's lips were too cold but it was perfect. This man would never condemn Harry for his darkness, it was why the only place he could be right now was with Tom, who was darkness incarnate. No matter how much he might find himself falling, he'd never reach the depths to which Tom knew. There was an odd comfort in that; that Tom could see the worst parts of him and not even blink. Harry pulled back with a soft noise.
“I don't want to think of what you did to her. But I am angry that you allowed the children to see what Nagini did in the ballroom. I'm going to yell you tomorrow about that,” Tom snorted above him “but right now I want to go to bed.” He pulled away and intertwined his hands with Tom's larger one. Heat seeped into his ice-cold fingers. He tried pulling Tom towards the large canopy bed, but Tom resisted. As he looked back, the older wizard looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
“To sleep.” Harry explained softly, wondering if Tom would say no. If he would push for more or push him away altogether.
Tom eventually nodded. “To sleep.”
He followed Harry, not even brother to change clothes. He helped Harry climb onto the bed before he slotted his hand behind Harry's. The younger man curled his legs up a bit and Tom became his big spoon. He threw his heavy arm over Harry's shoulder but the younger wizard didn't mind. The hand he had resting beside the pillow tuned up and Tom moved his hand over until their palms touched. They both entangled their fingers together and Harry heaved one great sigh before closing his eyes.
Before nodding off to sleep, Harry warned without much heat, “Don’t get used to this. I'm letting you take advantage of my emotional state.”
Tom merely nuzzled into the back of Harry's neck, listening to the boy’s static breath even out in sleep.
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