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Savior Unwound	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 22012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Pairing: Harry Potter and Tom Riddle Jr.

Rating: M

Dark! Harry

Warnings: Slash, sexual content, language, violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, plots or otherwise associated with it.

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

The day after the fall of the ministry, the public got to really meet their new leader. It was not at all what they had been expecting. What happened to the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named that was pale and faceless and cruel? What happened to all the things Albus Dumbledore had told them about the man cloaked in fear so thick people didn't dare to speak his name? And who, in Merlin's name, was the young man at his side?

An incredible amount of people were gathered outside the ministry, which had already been repaired from the fight. They were crowded around the impressive figure they now knew as Minister Riddle. At his side stood a dark haired boy with bright green eyes. He stood casually at Riddle's side, almost as if they were…equals. The press was going insane, Rita Skeeter was having a field day, plotting up different theories about the relationship between the minister and the mysterious boy.

Father and son, perhaps? Brothers? Or, ooh, lovers? She didn't have to guess for long though, because Tom Riddle simply raised a hand and the crowd fell into hushed silence, visibly leaning forward to catch every word.

"People of Wizarding Britain, let me take this chance to formally introduce myself to you, and dispel some of the slanderous misconceptions you have been led to believe by my adversaries. Some of you may know me by the title of Lord Voldemort. I do not associate myself with any such title as of such. My name is Tom Riddle and it is my most sincere desire to take the shambles of our pitiful society and raise them up to the glory that our people deserve. A society that does not live in fear, that does not hide, that does not submit themselves to those who wish to oppress us. We possess a great gift, and we should not be ashamed of this gift that sets above others. It has previously been said that my world would not include those of muggle born status, and this rumor is false. Each witch and wizard that is willing to contribute to my vision will be valued. However I will advise those of you who wish to destroy me against attempting to do so. I will be a fair Minister, but I am not a merciful man. If my adversaries wish to stand against me, they will regret it."

The people were entranced, enchanted even, with this man's message. He spoke well, anyone would agree. Though they got the impression that regardless of his charm, he was not a man to be reckoned with. It was the collective agreement among the people that whoever dared stand against him would, indeed, regret it.

"On a brighter note, I would also like to introduce you to my partner." Tom held out a hand to Harry and he stepped easily under the out stretched arm. They looked good together, and the crowd wondered why they would ever stand apart when it looked so natural for them to be together.

"I would like to introduce Harry Potter. My advisor, Senior Undersecretary, betrothed, and in any case of my disposition, Minister of Magic."

The crowd erupted into chatter and Rita began snapping photos wildly, her quill scratching furiously. All at once press began to ask questions, closing in around the couple, elbowing each other out of the way to get the first scoop. Surprisingly the Minister and his fiancé answered willingly, smiling charmingly.

When they had spoken enough they broke away, and just for show, Tom pulled Harry against him, placing a tender kiss to his lips, making sure plenty of pictures were taken.

Dumbledore slammed the Daily Prophet down on the desk, his face absolutely scarlet with rage. How utterly despicable, getting married and snogging in front of the camera for media popularity. He could barely believe it was working. Couldn't those stupid people tell he was rotten to the core? How could they believe Tom bloody Riddle over him?

He sat back in his chair, seething. It didn't matter then, what the public thought. It was his responsibility to protect them from themselves. It was for the best, really. It was for the greater good. He would have to stop him by force.

"No, Albus, you're not seeing the big idea here." Gellert Grindelwald said in exasperation. The teenage boys were lounging in the field on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow, engaged in an argument about whether wizards were superior to muggles.

"I do, Gellert. You're saying we're better than them just because we're born with something we have no control over." Albus said, looking uncomfortable with the idea. Gellert sighed, rolling on his side to face Albus.

They were intimately close now, and any time Gellert was close to him it made it harder for Albus to think properly. How could he be expected to hold up an intelligent conversation with the sharp, handsome features of his friend so close?

"Listen to yourself, Albus. It doesn't matter if we had control over whether we were made wizards or not. It's like the wand that chooses the wizard, so does the magic. Why would we have such a gift if we were not meant to? And what is the purpose of such of gift if we don't use it to make the world a better place? A world where muggles have no right to tell us to hide. Think of it, Albus, the two of us and a bright new world where we're free."

Albus was gone, he was lost. Gellert had woven his words around him like silk and Albus was glad of it. Because his voice was so deep and smooth, running over him like warm chocolate. And his eyes were so bright, so full of life. And Merlin, he was handsome.

Albus reached out hesitantly, brushing the backs of his fingers over the sharp angle of Gellert's cheekbone. Gellert smiled wickedly, taking his hand and kissing the soft palm, never once looking away from Albus' adoring gaze.

"Shall I show you how gifted I am, Albus, love?" He asked, his voice low and full of lustful promises. Albus only whimpered, submitting gladly to Gellert as he rolled on top of him.

"I'm telling you, Black, you do not want to do this." Severus said roughly, holding on to Sirius' arm tightly. Sirius scoffed, pulling back his arm forcefully.

"Says the man who was doing the exact same thing for over ten years. That's rather hypocritical of you, isn't it?" Sirius accused, crossing his arms. Severus sneered, tugging Sirius close to him and kissing him firmly.

"Just be careful, then. Idiot." He said. Sirius grinned, looking every bit the goofy Gryffindor he was, despite the fact he had just come panting to Severus' door, on fire with desire for him and the Dark.

"Is that concern I hear, Severus? Merlin me-"

"Shut up, I just don't want you to screw things up for the Dark Lord." Severus insisted. Sirius hummed, his tone clearly showing he wasn't buying it at all.

"Right. Of course. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that you have feelings for me." Sirius stated, a large grin planted on his face. Severus frowned emphatically, pushing him away.

"Of course not." He snapped. Sirius grinned wider, leaning in to kiss Severus on the lips quickly.

"Love you." He chirped, laughing in glee at the look of shock of Severus' face as he apparated to the Order meeting being held.

"Sirius, where were you? This is your house, you know." Tonks greeted as Sirius sat down at the kitchen table where the members of the Order were waiting for him.

"That's right, so I'm allowed to leave it when I want too, right?" He asked, tugging on Tonks' bubblegum pink hair. She stuck her tongue out at him and they laughed good naturedly. It was a shame they were on different sides now. He always did like Tonks, and Lupin, really. But he felt more comfortable in his skin now than he ever had before. It was unnatural to fight what your magic wanted. And his magic very much wanted the Dark and it very much wanted Severus. He had made the right choice.

He just had to make sure no one knew. Luckily for him, no one suspected him of anything, ever. Unlike Severus, whom people had no problem distrusting, Sirius was so trustworthy they would never even consider it. He doubted he'd even have to worry about Dumbledore reading his thoughts. He did know occlumency, but even such, Dumbledore had never tried to read his mind before, so there'd be no reason for him to start. He was the perfect spy.

Dumbledore arrived and finally, the meeting began. Everyone was upset by the sudden turn of events. No one had expected Voldemort to make such a sudden, public move. And with his charming front, his handsome appearance and his engagement to Harry Potter, things were complicated now. The people liked him, they were buying his message. And honestly, so was Sirius, but that was another matter.

"It leaves me no other choice. We will have to simply attack." Dumbledore said, which was met with agreement. Sirius frowned, wondering if that wouldn't accomplish exactly the opposite of what they wanted.

"It doesn't matter what the public thinks now, they have been brain washed already by Voldemort. We have to take responsibility for those too weak to take responsibility for themselves. "

The rest of the meeting was spent planning their attack, which Sirius paid careful attention to. When the Order members had left, Sirius had every bit of information he needed to warn his new Minister.

Harry eyed the man before him suspiciously. And it was suspicious, you had to admit, Sirius Black suddenly showing up before Tom and claiming he had information from the Order for him. What had changed his allegiance so quickly? Was he attempting to double play them? His gaze shifted to Severus, who stood in the back, watching. Sirius had come with Severus, so he must be involved in his switch somehow.

"I assure you, My Lord, the information I have is genuine. You may enter my mind if you wish. I have nothing to hide." Sirius said, bowing his head to Tom. Said man reclined in the Minister's chair, his hand moving lazily over Harry's back who was perched lightly on the arm of the chair.

"I do believe you, Mr. Black. If only because I trust Severus. Indulge me though, why have you changed your allegiance?"

"I could no longer resist what my magic wanted. I have always been inclined to the Dark, and I decided to stop fighting it." Tom hummed in thought, gazing at him intensely, his eyes moving from Sirius and then back to Severus and then to Harry. He had a strange little smile on his face that worried Sirius slightly because the Dark Lord looked amused.

-Harry, love, I think our Severus has a lover.- He hissed, sending shivers down Sirius' spine, who was not accustomed to hearing parseltongue. He watched in confusion as Harry grinned at him, looking intensely amused.

-He certainly has strange tastes, but now that you mention it, I think you're right. So much sexual tension.- Harry answered. Sirius shifted uncomfortably, completely unaware that they were talking about him. He had a good guess that they were though, seeing as they made sure he couldn't tell what they were saying.

Tom turned back to Sirius and gestured for him to share his information. He looked unfazed by the fact that they were planning an attack despite being accepted by the people. He nodded, his hand returning to its lingering caress on Harry's back.

"This is helpful, and your loyalty and contributions will be noted, Black." He told him, dismissing both him and Severus.

Harry couldn't help but start laughing once they were both gone. Tom raised an eyebrow at him in question, his hand tightening on his hip slightly.

"It's just…Severus…I can't…" Harry managed, leaning against Tom as he laughed. Tom had to agree, pulling his joyful lover into his lap.

"Hm, yes. Severus doesn't strike me as a very affectionate man." He commented, his fingers running over Harry's thighs and stomach. He couldn't seem to control his hands around Harry, no matter how hard he tried. The need to touch him was irresistible. Harry sobered, trembling softly at his mate's touch.

"Then again, neither did you." He amended, leaning eagerly into the hand that cupped the side of his face. Tom smirked, pulling his mate forward.

-Oh, I can be very affectionate, Harry.- He breathed against his lips. Harry shuddered in delight, catching his lips in a deep kiss.

As they made love for the fourth time on the Minister's desk, Harry found his mate to be very affectionate, indeed.
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