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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Elemental Mage
- 3-Changed
- 4-Offer
- 5-Blocked
- 6-Whole
- 7-Debate
- 8-Secret Room
- 7
- 8
"This is normal speech."

~This is Parseltongue.~

Chapter 7

Secret room

A slight smile played upon her full lips as she watched the man before her through half-lidded eyes. He had contacted her after more than a century, claiming she was the only one who could help him. Her interest piqued, she had agreed to meet him on the neutral territory of a small and muggle café in downtown London. She had been there well before the appointed time, hidden from all eyes – muggles and wizards alike. For all intents and purposes, she was not even there.

Her cute ex-student arrived not one minute before or past the time he had set. With long and graceful strides he approached the only free table, his keen eyes searching his surroundings with sharp intelligence hidden behind them. It would not be long before he noticed her, as he surely would, and so she lifted the illusion around her and stepped in his line of sight with a slightly mocking expression on her face.

Her little apprentice has not changed much, despite all the years they have not seen each other. But as she watched him more closely, she noticed a small difference. It took her some time to place the origin of the feeling; he looked exactly the same as before, not counting the change in fashion. She could not quite put her finger on it right up until the moment their eyes finally met square on. 'There' she thought to herself. 'That's what changed'.

A smug look crossed her delicate but sharp features. Her boy's gaze gained a depth that had not been there before. She had a hunch that had a lot to do with the reason she was now sitting in front of him. She was looking forward to see how events would turn out. She had not had much excitement ever since her new apprentice cut ties with her; now she could finally have some much needed and missed fun.

By the time Harry left the dungeon it was already morning. He slowly made his way up the stairs from the underground rooms, a wide smile plastered on his face. If anyone was to see him then, a primal fear would have undoubtedly taken hold of them. He had shed his cloak a long while ago; he only wore a pair of soft leather pants and a once-white shirt that hung from his frame unbuttoned to his navel. He emerged from the darkness like a god of death, weak moans of distress following in his wake. Crimson splatters of blood covered him from every angle, as if he had stood in a spray. His face also had smeared red on it, making his eerie green eyes stand out so much more. Without an illusion covering it, his gaze would have unnerved even the steeliest of men with its ethereal and dangerous beauty. His pupils had by now turned the color of blood.

Harry left Wormtail relatively whole for later amusement in case he would get bored during his stay in the Snake Mansion. He headed for his room, recognizing his need for a shower before barging into Tom's quarters. Although he doubted the man would have had any problem with his appearance; most likely it would have been his high point of the day to see the saint savior of the light covered in blood from a night of torture. He padded through the hallway, the occasional drops of blood following his trail. He made his way up the second set of stairs leading to his room and noticed the repaired wards. He grinned as he saw how much stronger and more dangerous they were then the previous ones; it would take him half an hour to tear them down at the least. So Tom wanted to play. He chuckled as he thought of the great Dark Lord amusing himself with childish challenges.

As he opened the door he picked up a presence inside. Harry cautiously peeked in from behind the threshold, only to find himself blinking into the huge eyes of Canny, Tom's house elf. He let out the breath he had not known he had been holding and pushed past the small creature grumbling about how he would be putting his own wards up. He did not like the idea of Tom being able to saunter into his room any time he pleased without notice. Especially after what happened after the meeting last night… He could not be trusted to keep his word, it seemed.

Harry stomped into the bathroom banging the door shut with a loud thump, annoyed with Tom, but more than that; annoyed with himself. Why had Tom's touch felt so good? When he was threatened by him the small shockwaves of pleasure did not come, they only started up when the intent of the touch changed to something else. Harry was by then almost sure it had something to do with the fire element inside him, but why did it not react to every touch? It made no sense, especially considering Tom did not seem to be able to feel it. That is what he claimed, in any case. But it was driving Harry mad to know he could hardly resist the pull of those seductive caresses; his very core responded to them and made him react without any conscious decision on his part. And he did not even fancy men!

True, there was not much of a sex life there was to talk about regarding his esteemed self, but he never once thought about being with a man. During the years of training with Grigory he did not have much time to go around chasing potential girlfriends, but he did have two on and off relationships with muggle girls. Granted, he did not really enjoy them, he was too absorbed in the learning of his element to truly care about anything else, but he never noticed that boys would interest him in the slightest. He liked curves and breasts and pretty faces. A flash of his parting with Grigory came to his mind and he shuddered with the memory. It had felt good… but Harry pushed that thought as far from his conscious mind as possible as soon as it registered.

Anyhow, speaking about elements… It was a huge blow for the wind to suddenly leave him. Well it did not leave to be exact, but his situation was as good as that. Relearning the control… How was he supposed to do that? The method was already ingrained in his flesh and blood, in his very essence, so how was he supposed to just throw all that he had learned aside and replace it with something entirely different? Damn Dumbledore! Would he never be free from the effect of his manipulations? That man… He would pay for what he had done dearly. Sadistic glee lit up his face as he stood in the rays of water, the tile under him swirling with crimson. How much more fun it will be to have the old man under his care! Wormtail was just a pathetic excuse of a life form considered human based on anatomy alone. Dumbledore though… it would be a thrill to finally break him. Harry could hardly wait for the time when the betraying bastard would be forced to admit his deeds. He had plans for him, great plans.

Not more than an hour later Harry was on his way toward Tom's study clean and refreshed. Although he had not slept a wink, a well deserved torture session left him cheerful and bouncy. The new wards at his door were torn down with ease, with Harry humming a merry tune all the while. As he neared the door, he heard the sounds of conversation filtering through. Had he been so absorbed in his blissful state he had not noticed an apparition? That could not be right, no. The guest inside had arrived by traditional means or he would have noticed the distortion in the atmosphere immediately. Harry decided to humor Tom and knocked on the door politely.

"Come in."

Harry stepped inside with mock reverence, barely able to conceal the grin threatening to overtake his face as he bowed to the man in a medieval fashion. The only thing missing was the funny-looking hat with colorful feathers stuck on it. Tom, all scaly again, raised a nonexistent brow. Standing before the table stood the sneering figure of none other than Draco Malfoy. His aristocratic features were scrunched up in disdain at his show of disrespect.

"Mr. …Ted? A pleasure." Harry smiled at him. Draco's expression mirrored anything but.

"Do call me V'ulpe, would you? Tom here is such a prankster, isn't he?" While he was saying it, he already had his shield up. Harry knew it was not exactly wise to show disrespect if they were not in private, but he decided it was well deserved after the Ted incident. Sure enough, the curse Tom shot at him was barely a hairline away from Avada Kedavra. Draco's mouth was hanging open rather comically.

"Leave." Tom commanded icily. At first Harry thought he was referring to him, but then he saw he was looking at the blond, not him. Draco glanced at Harry with stunned disbelief; it seemed that even after the incident at the Death Eater meeting he had trouble wrapping his mind around the concept that someone would dare oppose, even insult their Lord. He quickly collected himself though and glanced at Tom once before sweeping out of the room with a regal air about him – in other words; with his nose well above standard height. Harry grinned at the slamming door. He was going to enjoy his stay at the mansion.

"Potter." Uh oh. Harry turned to the desk slowly. Maybe, just maybe, it was not the brightest of ways for payback to undermine the Dark Lords authority.

"To- er, Voldemort?"

"It would be smart of you not to doubt my ability to kill you any second I wish. You may have acquired some power, but I have many decades of experience and routine above you. Especially now that you've lost control. Do not underestimate me! That stupid little artifact of yours can only take you so far." Harry glanced at his hand. The man did have a point, but he was not about to admit that. He already knew the fundamentals of training one's element; he could start over and bring himself into shape. It would be difficult without help and he now had two elements to tame at once, but he would manage somehow. He was sure of it. However, he did go a little too far with his cockiness just now…

Harry sighed and threw himself into the chair in front of the desk.

"Sorry. I was out of line there." he mumbled. Tom cocked his head expectantly. Harry's chest puffed up. "I said it was my bad already! Besides, you started it by calling me Ted of all things! Now I'll have to go around throwing Crucios at anyone who's stupid enough to call me that! You any idea how much work that'll be?"

"I told you to stay in your room. It was you who barged in on us without an invitation. Not to mention Bella; my followers would have been confused enough about you by my side without you showing off. Now I have to do damage control because of your stunt." Harry sniffed indignantly.

"I honestly hope you did not expect me to go all Grimm Reaper on you with the billowing black cloak and Scream mask from hell, did you?" Harry shuddered just thinking about the image; that would have been totally embarrassing. Tom was now watching him with a slightly confused expression before he had the chance to make his face blank. Harry elaborated.

"You know; Scream? The horror flick with all the cutting and stabbing and the mask with the droopy eyes and booby mouth?"

"Horror flick?" He repeated blankly. The word sounded so foreign on his mouth, Harry almost giggled, but he kept himself in check.

"Never mind. Anyhow, I'm sorry ok? I promise to behave in front of your henchmen from now on. Although you should not expect me to kiss your ass like some slave." Tom leered at his words.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Harry's face heated up at the realization what he just said. The double meaning was not lost on Tom of course.

"So when do we start the lessons?" Harry asked as a desperate attempt to change the subject.

"Right now."

Harry perked up. After he learned the proper technique, he would finally be able to shut his thoughts away from the Lord's prying. It would be a huge weight off his chest to know Tom could not fish information from his mind. He also had some planning to do about the future which he did not want the man to find out about, seeing as it involved his death and all. Harry quickly pushed that to the back of his mind and barricaded it away with the strongest shields he could muster. It was draining on his magic to hold up a constant barrier around such dangerous intentions, but there was no other way to keep Tom from finding them out. Even this method was not hundred percent full-proof with their weird type of connection.

"Alright! So what should I do?"

"First of all, you have to discover the embodiment of the connection in your locus mens. Did you ever see something unusual that could fit?"

"Well why don't you just tell me what it looks like?" Harry grumbled.

"Fool. The locus mens is different for every single individual, even for you and me. The bond will also appear different. I admit it was easier for me to find, as the connection only manifested after years and years of mind magic I've done. Because of this, I found the alteration in my locus mens immediately, but you had that bond there from the very start, so it would not seem out of place to you. Even so, for our training to begin, you first must find that distortion in your mind. The broken wall may make it even more difficult, but it's possible that it will ease the task considerably as well, since you have never visited that part of the space yet."

Harry nodded. Tom was explaining things in a way that made them relatively easy to understand. It was of course inevitable that he would have difficulties with grasping the concept, but that was only because mind magic usually made no or not much sense until it was put into practice. The working of one's mind was just too different for every person to compose a universal rule to handle it.

"Come." Tom stood up and walked out the door, glancing at Harry impatiently when he did not follow immediately. The abrupt command was unexpected, so it took Harry a moment to stand up and go after the man. They made their way to the opposite side of the corridor, and Tom walked all the way to the end. Harry eyed the plain wall before them with curiosity. There was nothing that stood out visibly, but Harry knew better than to think Tom would bring him there without a reason.

~Door.~ The Lord hissed in Parseltongue. Harry heard some clicking sounds and a second later a small snake emerged from the wall, the head surfacing as if from water, not concrete. The little animal seemed like it was made of sliver, the light catching on the miniature scales on its head. It did not come through fully; the rest of the slender body stayed hidden behind the surface. It opened its mouth wide, the shape suspiciously reminding Harry of a keyhole.

Tom reached inside his cloak's neckline, pulling out a delicate chain that held a small key as a pendant. He took the necklace off and pushed the key into the open mouth of the snake, turning it once. The wall simply vanished without a trace, revealing an opening leading to a huge round room. The walls were painted a mixture of orange and red with tapestries thrown in here and there. There were colorful hangings draped all over the place and the beautiful intricately designed rugs covering the floor were littered with decorative pillows of all shapes and sizes.

"Handy hiding place. How did you manage to conjure such a huge space from nil? This wall was supposed to be the end of the mansion, right?"

"It was not easy; I had to bend reality a little and nature doesn't really take kindly to that. But I succeeded eventually." Harry was awed. No shame in that. It was virtually impossible to conjure matter from nothing at all – magic always needed something to work with first. Even conjuring something from seemingly nothing had to be empowered by energy taken from nature. You could not just pop out new things without affecting it. But Tom somehow did it. What a monster.

"I use it for relaxing and meditating. The space does not get affected by anything from outside, including time. And even if, say, the mansion was blown up, nothing would change here."

"How the hell did you do it? This should be impossible!" Tom smiled widely.

"That is for me to know and for you… to not know. I'm not willing to share such secrets with anyone, let alone Harry Potter. I will however, give you a key. You will come here to search your locus mens every day from now on, until you find the connection. After finishing the exercises you will come to me so I can monitor your progress. We can speed up the process this way; I refuse to spend years on something like this."

Harry paled. Years? Was he serious? And even if Tom was not spending that much time on it, Harry still had to meditate in that room time enough to equal that. It would seem like years, even if was only a few weeks or months in reality. Well, the man did say it would be hard, so it was not like he could complain. Did not mean he had to be happy about it though.

Sorry for the wait, but it is likely this will be the regular pace for updates from now on, maybe even slower. I plan to thicken the plot from the next chapter, throw some of my prepared bombshells at you all. *snickers*

I also want to improve the relationship between Harry and Tom. I know it is a slow coming, but really, they could not just jump each other after more than a decade long animosity without gaining new perspectives, right? That would have been rather odd, not to mention I can't imagine Harry as a slut at all. *shrugs* Maybe that's only me.

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