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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 300638 -:- Recommendations : 65 -:- Currently Reading : 195
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Chapter List
- 8
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This chapter is written by: Aya Macchiato

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Chapter 8

Harry began to wake to the feel of warm wet lips trailing over his neck, working their way down to his collarbones. He hummed pleasantly as he felt Tom's fingers begin to brush teasingly over his nipple, playing with it until it began to pebble. He sucked in a rush of air between his teeth as he felt Tom bite down on his collarbone harshly before sealing his lips over the spot and sucking on it roughly.

Marking me, Harry thought with a smirk. Tom loved leaving marks.

"Finally waking up, are we?" Tom's voice came out with mock impatience and annoyance. But Harry could feel amusement through the link.

Harry made a humming noise in response but didn't actually get any words out before a startled gasp escaped his mouth as Tom moved down and bit down on the nipple he had been teasing only moments earlier. He had bit down rather hard and, as Harry opened his eyes, looking down at Tom through his blurry vision, he could see a tinge of red upon the elder wizard's smirking lips.

Harry groaned, arching off the bed slightly at the sight of it, combined with Tom's heavily lidded eyes and piercing lustful gaze.

“I want you, Harry. Right now.” Tom hissed out in a demanding tone that sent a powerful wave of heat flooding through Harry and making him groan loudly. He was already so hard. Harry quickly nodded his head, feeling his breath becoming shallow with the excitement of what was to come and feeling the sleep completely leaving his foggy head.

He felt a rush of cold hit his body as the sheet was roughly pulled back, exposing his naked body. They rarely bothered with sleep clothes since they usually fell asleep after having sex each night. Not a lot of time or desire to slip on clothes afterwards. Before Harry even had a chance to register anything, Tom's mouth was trailing down his stomach, licking and nipping at every inch of him. His tongue darted into Harry's belly button, earning him another moan from the now writhing raven-haired wizard.

Harry felt his whole body convulsed with pleasure as he felt Tom's warm mouth envelope him entirely. Tom shuddered as he felt the echo of the pleasure through their link. He continued to suck and tease at Harry's cock as he wandlessly summoned the jar of lubricant that had a permanent home on their bedside table. Without pausing in his ministrations, he dipped his middle and index finger into the open jar, getting them thoroughly covered. Still, partially focused on his attention to Harry's cock, his fingers began to tease Harry's entrance while his thumb began to massage Harry's perineum.

Harry was practically out of his mind with pleasure and feeling by the time Tom decided he was ready, pulled back then positioned himself at Harry's entrance. A quick harsh thrust forward and Harry's world was filled with stars. There was pain in that first moment but it was so good too. He liked it. He wanted it. He wanted to be taken. To allow Tom to control the moment. The man was just so good at it, so why not let him? Plus the pain and the rawness made everything more real, making the other pleasure so much more intense by contrast.

It was only moments before Tom had set a brutal, forceful pace. With every forward thrust, his cock crashed against Harry's prostate, sending shock waves of intense sensation and glorious bliss rocketing through his whole body.

Harry rocked his hips in time with Tom's harsh thrusts, meeting him and intensifying everything. He was screaming out for 'More!', 'Harder!', 'Yes, right there!', and 'Oh fuck Tom, don't stop! Don't ever stop!'. All the while, Tom continued to hiss out in parseltongue, making everything so much more intense with the rush of the parselmagic in the air.

They came together with Harry folded almost completely in half, Tom's hand wrapped around, pumping his cock, and his own cock buried deep inside him.

They melted into each others embrace, panting heavily and catching their breath as they basked in the post coital bliss that always settled around them after sex.

Harry hummed happily as a wide dopey smile spread across his face. Tom snickered at him and Harry stuck his tongue out playfully.

"I want to go out today," Tom said finally and Harry turned his head and gave him a blank look for a moment.

"Out?"

"Yes, I'm beginning to feel cooped up. I imagine you feel much the same. We have absolutely nothing that we have to do today so I thought we could use a 'day off'."

Harry shrugged but nodded his head. "Alright. But where should we go? And as who? If 'Harry Potter' is spotted in Diagon Alley, it'll probably cause a bit of a stir and Dumbledore will probably find out."

"I was actually thinking that the two of us could go somewhere closer than Diagon Alley. As for 'as who', I will go as myself, but with my slightly modified appearance, so you should use your glamor ring."

"Alright. But where, exactly, are we going that's 'closer'?"

"I was thinking that we could walk down to the village."

Harry blinked. "You mean down to Little Hangleton?"

"Yes."

"Hm," Harry made a slightly surprised noise of acknowledgment. "Alright. I'd actually like to see it now that I think about it. I've been here all this time and I've never once seen it."

"I thought as much," Tom said with a grin.

The two went through a shortened version of their morning workout, took a joint shower, had breakfast in the dining room, and then dressed in muggle village compatible clothing. Tom's clothes were still technically wizard made but, as with their visit into muggle London, they looked muggle enough to pass. Black pressed slacks with a black silk button down shirt that Harry insisted Tom leave untucked. Tom had thought it sloppy but Harry had said that untucked was more in style with muggles these days. He also may have made mention that he thought Tom looked rather attractive dressed that way and, perhaps, that was the only real reason Tom had relented on the subject.

In black pants and a long-sleeved black shirt, Tom didn't exactly look appropriately dressed for the late July season but neither of them exactly cared about that detail. Harry was wearing jeans again. They were light blue and had a washed-out look to them. His t-shirt was emerald green, snug, and fitted to cling to his torso in a way that almost made Harry feel a bit exposed. It was Tom who had picked it out. He informed Harry that if he had to wear his shirt-tails untucked, then Harry had to wear whatever shirt he picked out. Harry had actually laughed at that statement and easily slipped the shirt over his head.

They both slipped their anti-tracking pendants around their necks before leaving the manor. They walked right out the front door, down the path to the hedge that marked the edge of the grounds and onto the road that led into town.

The two walked in relative silence, just basking in the warm sun and Harry, looking around and taking in the scenery.

"So this is the town your parents came from, right?" Harry asked.

Tom slowed, making an affirmative sort of noise from the back of his throat and nodded his head slowly as he looked back down the road behind them with a distant look to his eyes. Finally, he seemed to pull himself back to the moment and they resumed walking. "Yes. As you know, the manor belonged to my muggle grandparents and my muggle father came back to live with them after he abandoned my pregnant mother. My mother, her brother and father lived in a rather pathetic hovel further back down the road."

"And they were the... Gaunts, right?" Harry asked, not entirely sure if he remembered the name correctly.

"That's correct."

"The last descendants of Salazar Slytherin..." Harry mused quietly.

Tom snorted lightly. "They were a rather pathetic lot. Marvolo Gaunt was a penniless wizard who was too dependent on his legendary heritage and not skilled or ambitious enough to make anything of himself. His wife was also his cousin. She was the daughter Marvolo's aunt Magnolia. His wife, Melantha, died giving birth to my mother, Merope. Neither my mother nor her brother Morphin were worth anything. They were both weak-minded fools."

Harry nodded his head slowly, trying to sort it out in his head. "That's... hard for me to keep track of in my head. Do you have a tapestry or anything of it anywhere?"

"I tracked down a family tree of the Gaunts at one point in my youth but I no longer have any idea what happened to it," Tom said with a mild sigh. "It was a very long time ago."

"I had my aunt send me as much information about my mum's side of the family as well, about a month before school got out," Harry said, conversationally. "I think it's really fascinating to think that she had to have descended from a squib at some point."

"It would be interesting to find out what families you could have heralded from on your mother's side," Tom said thoughtfully.

Harry screwed up his face in thought for a moment. "You said that Marvolo's aunt was named Magnolia?"

"That's right."

"Do you know what her last name was, after she married, I mean."

"I believe it was Mur–"

"Murphy?" Harry guessed, interrupting Tom.

Tom stopped and gave Harry a surprised and confused look, but Harry just looked shocked. "Harry?"

"Lily and Petunia Evans were daughters of Mark Evans and Azalea Evans, nee Stevens," Harry began in a slightly monotone voice, as if he were reciting something from memory. "Azalea Stevens was the daughter of Iris and Rupert Stevens. Iris' maiden name was O'Connell. She was the daughter of Marigold and Patrick O'Connell. Marigold's maiden name was Murphy but Aunt Petunia couldn't find much information about her family. Only that her mother's name was Magnolia Murphy."

"There was no Marigold Murphy listed on the family tree I looked at," Tom said thoughtfully. "According to the genealogy research I did, Magnolia's only daughter was Melantha, Marvolo's wife and cousin. But if she did have a sister named Marigold who was born a squib. It's likely that she would have been stricken from the family tree."

"Right."

Tom's eyes were focused but distant and it looked as if his mind was working out a complex problem. "Magnolia Murphy was my great-aunt and I believe she was born somewhere around 1875. The Magnolia Murphy from your mother's family tree would have been your..." he paused for a moment, "Great-great-great grandmother. If we estimate that each woman had their child somewhere around the age of 20, it would put your Magnolia's birth around the same time. It could be possible."

Harry looked at Tom with an absolutely stunned expression. "You mean we might actually be related?"

"Not exactly closely related, but related, yes. Not terribly uncommon among pureblood families though. I know the Potter family has intermarried with the Blacks, Longbottoms, Prewits, Bulstrodes, and the Burkes."

"Wow..." Harry blinked, trying to take in the idea.

"You having a genealogical connection to Slytherin's line would certainly explain your ability to perform parselmagic. I could almost believe that you would be able to gain the understanding of parseltongue because of the piece of my soul within you but the fact that you can perform the parselmagic and serpentine transformations has always made me suspect there was more too it."

"Do you think my mum could have been a parseltongue too?" Harry asked.

"Possible but doubtful. She had too many generations of muggle blood in her. I imagine the infusion of strong magical blood that you got from your father's side was enough to give you access to the dormant magic from your mother's lineage." Tom paused for a moment before speaking again. "This theory adds a new perspective to one aspect of the prophecy."

"How so?"

"Well, it supplies us with another way in which you are an 'equal' to me. You are the only other wizard alive, as far as we know, who shares the blood of Salazar Slytherin."

"Hm," Harry made a mildly surprised sound. He paused and looked thoughtful for a second before turning and looking down the road in the direction that Tom had indicated the Gaunt hovel was. "So my great-great-great grandmother's sister was your grandmother. Right?"

"Correct."

"And she lived in a house down that road."

"Yes, I suppose so. Do you want to visit it?"

Harry looked like he was contemplating it for a moment before he turned back towards Tom and shrugged while giving him a soft smile. "Maybe later. Let's get into town."

"Alright, love."

The pair reached the village of Little Hangleton only a few minutes later, once they had resumed actually walking. It was a quaint little muggle village with really only one main street; the road they came down on. The main street, which was called Kelston Road, had a small strip of little shops, a cafe, a couple restaurants, and a few private businesses. They went into a little pawn shop and browsed aimlessly while quietly conversing about things that were public-friendly.

Tom actually bought a few small seemingly random objects at the pawn shop. When Harry asked why, Tom said that they would be used to create Portkeys or other innocuous items to hold a charm or a curse.

They left the shop and continued on down the road for a short distance before entering a small convenience store. Harry began to lazily browse around while Tom stood to the side of the check-out counter, looking at some of the items on the shelves. Harry came over followed Tom's gaze.

"Muggle cigarettes?" Harry asked somewhat incredulously.

Tom turned his head and raised a single challenging eyebrow at Harry.

"Do you smoke?" Harry asked.

"I did. A rather long time ago."

"Seriously?" Harry asked with a clearly amused smile spreading across his face.

"I was a teenager in the forties, love. It was hard to find someone who didn't smoke, during that time."

"Well, yeah, among the muggles. I guess I'm just surprised that wizards would take it up too."

"The act of wrapping herbs in paper, lighting it on fire, and then breathing in the fumes is far from being a muggle only thing." Tom said, rolling his eyes. "The centaurs have been doing it for thousands upon thousands of years."

"I suppose that makes sense. So are you saying that you smoked back when you went to Hogwarts? Did a lot of other students smoke at school?"

"Enough did."

"I guess the staff must of cracked down on it since because I've never seen anyone at Hogwarts smoking."

"You're probably just not looking in the right places," Tom said with a smirk. "So are you prepared to move on to the next store?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we could get some groceries."

Tom looked bewildered. "Groceries? The house elves take care of that, why would we need to get groceries?"

"Well, I was thinking that I could pick up some specific things and maybe cook dinner tonight."

Tom blinked, giving Harry a blank look. "You want to cook." he said in a flat tone.

"What?" Harry asked, defensively.

"Cooking is servants work, love. You are no servant."

"Hey, I happen to enjoy cooking every once in a while. Besides, I thought you said you liked my cooking last time?"

Tom huffed. "I did like it but this is our first completely free day in a while and I don't want you wasting it away alone behind a stove."

"Well you could always join me in the kitchen. It could make things go quicker and smoother, and we could cook together."

Tom's lip curled in mild disgust, as if the mere suggestion were offensive, causing Harry to grin.

"You are not getting me to cook," Tom said curtly with a mild sneer.

Harry's eyes flickered suddenly with a mischievousness that made Tom visibly wary.

"Why, Tom... such a strong reaction. It makes me wonder if this is really because you believe cooking beneath you, or if perhaps you might actually not know how to cook." Harry said in a teasing voice.

Tom narrowed his eyes further. "I am fully capable of cooking should the need arise."

"Oh, I'm sure you could manage something..."

"What exactly are you insinuating? And why in Merlin's name are you so amused?"

"I just find it funny that I've finally found something you haven't mastered."

"I have hardly mastered everything." Tom scoffed.

"Only most everything."

"I mastered that which I deemed important."

"Which is most everything." Harry deadpanned.

Tom gave him a long piercing glare before the corner of his mouth turned up against his will. Harry's stoic facade broke and his face was split by a wide grin. Amusement was coursing through the connection and it was simply too much for either to hide.

"You're teasing me, aren't you?" Tom asked, narrowing his eyes at Harry and taking on a slightly intimidating glare but grinning slightly despite himself.

Harry's grin widened. "Maybe. But, come on, admit it... The fact that I tease you is one of the reason's you love me so much."

The corner of Tom's lips twitched for a moment before a full out grin broke the faux anger and Harry was greeted with the rare sight of those authentically happy eyes. He leaned in, raising his hand and threading his fingers through Harry's long black hair that, to everyone else looked blond, thanks to the glamor ring. He pulled Harry's face closer to his, so that their lips were only inches from each other.

"That reason and so many more," he whispered before pulling Harry the remainder of the distance and crashed their lips together.

Harry felt a magical well deep inside him, bursting with some glorious warmth at Tom's insinuated almost admission and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. The fact that they were in public never bothered either of them and their embrace deepened for a moment when both suddenly froze completely.

They had both sensed it at the same moment. It was a powerful magical presence and it was in the room with them. The fact that it had just appeared out of nowhere, but without any sort of accompanying burst from something like apparition, would suggest that it had likely been there all along, only it had been suppressed or hidden. They pulled apart and looked into each others eyes for the briefest of moments before they both whipped around, wands drawn, aiming at the spot of the magical presence.

Harry's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at what he saw there. Or rather, at who he saw.

"Albus Dumbledore," Tom sneered in a slow, cold, voice. "What an... unpleasant surprise."

As Harry observed the old silver-bearded wizard, who was standing not far from an elderly woman who worked in the store, and wearing a rather odd-looking muggle pinstriped suit. Harry saw the briefest look of absolute shock in the man's eyes before the look was masked away with that calm, genial smile that did nothing but infuriate him lately.

"My, my. This is quite a surprise," Dumbledore said lightly.

"What could possibly bring you to Little Hangleton?" Tom drawled while fiercely glaring at Dumbledore.

"As it just so happens, Tom, my dear boy, I was here looking for you," Dumbledore replied with that calm, conversational tone he always tended to use no matter what situation he was in. Harry found himself sneering at the man in disgust.

"Looking for me?" Tom replied in a cold, but airy, voice.

"Yes. However, I must admit that I most certainly didn't expect to just stumble across you in town... and looking like your old self again, even. Most unexpected."

"I would imagine so." Tom said curtly.

"You see, I heard that your father's old home had gone and vanished. Imagine my surprise?"

"Vanished? Imagine that." Tom drawled sarcastically.

"Yes, the locals seem to be under the impression that it came under new ownership and the owner demolished the building. As it were, no one can seem to quite remember how to find the land on which it once stood. I must admit that I was quite curious about this development."

Tom remained quiet, glaring coldly at Dumbledore for a moment. "Yes. Well, you've found me. Speak your peace and be gone." Tom said in a sharp clipped tone. Harry turned his head slightly and looked at Tom with mild confusion before refocusing on Dumbledore.

"Speak my peace?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Surely you aren't expecting to engage in some sort of duel, here in the center of a muggle village in broad daylight?" Tom rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, I would not have expected such mitigating circumstances to stop you before."

"You never did understand me." Tom sighed in exasperation.

"I suppose not. Although given your advantageous position, I would not expect you to just let me leave. You do, after all, have me out numbered," Dumbledore paused and motioned towards Harry, "and you have the advantage of several innocent bystanders to take hostage."

Tom simply stared at him with a blank expression and narrowed, annoyed eyes.

"Ah, forgive me for my rudeness," Dumbledore continued, with sparkling eyes now trained firmly on Harry, "but I seem to have neglected introductions. Tom, perhaps you could do the honors? I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with your friend."

Tom's eyes narrowed even further and if looks could kill, Harry was sure that Tom would be shooting killing curses from his eyes straight at Dumbledore. He sneered disdainfully before huffing in annoyance. "Evan, may I introduce you to Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School and my one-time, long ago, transfiguration professor. Albus Dumbledore, may I introduce you to Evan Harris, my partner."

Harry blinked in momentary surprise at the label. Was Tom admitting their relationship status to bloody Dumbledore? Of course, they had just been caught snogging in public...

Surprise flashed through Dumbledore's face as his eyes traveled between 'Evan' and Tom. "Partner?" Dumbledore echoed with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"Yes," Tom replied in a clipped tone.

"My, Tom, I must admit you've caught me by surprise yet again. I never thought you much one for sharing power," Dumbledore said while maintaining his grandfatherly smile and infuriatingly twinkly eyes.

"Mostly, I just share his bed," Harry said with more confidence than he really felt, being faced with his headmaster. He gave the man a cocky smirk and stepped forward, offering his hand. He was worried for a moment that he may have overstepped a bit, but he felt nothing but smug amusement from Tom, so he knew he hadn't said anything to piss him off.

Again the surprise flashed through Dumbledore's eyes and Harry felt a moment of victory. It was usually so hard to get the man to show anything beside his grandfatherly facade. Dumbledore's hand came out and the pair shook hands. It lasted for only an instant before Harry took a step back, returning to Tom's side and not-so-subtly wiping his hand on his jeans as if his hand were now contaminated by some filth.

Tom saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes and smirked. Harry could feel Tom's amusement increase even more through the link and smirked back.

"Now don't be modest, love," Tom began. "You know you are far more to me than a mere bedmate. Personally, I feel partner to be a rather fitting title," Tom said while examining his fingernails as if he were bored.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and lingered between the two with a confused, yet calculating, gaze for a moment before it cleared up and was replaced, once again, with his serene calm facade. "A day full of surprises, indeed." Dumbledore mused quietly while smiling softly.

"So, Dumbledore," Tom began, his voice returning to the harsh, clipped, tone of before and his eyes refocusing on the man, "It would appear that you were already aware, on some level, that I had returned. Or, at least, you suspected. I'm curious as to how long exactly you have known?"

"Oh, you know me, Tom. I have a way of finding out about these things," Dumbledore said smiling blandly.

"Yes. I'm sure. Well, now you've found me and seen me with your own eyes. Was there something more or is this satisfactory to you? I do have things to do. If we are done here, I'd prefer it if you left."

"Oh, come now, surely you can't expect me to simply leave. I must admit, Tom, I'm immensely curious as to how this has come to pass? After all, you have been believed dead for more than a decade. I, of course, knew that wasn't truly the case, but still... you were as close to dead as a person can get and still be alive. And, yet, here you stand, perfectly alive and surprisingly human. Not to mention, quite youthful."

"I have my secrets, Dumbledore. Just as you have yours."

"Ah, yes. We all have secrets. Things we hide... even from those closest to us," Dumbledore said in a light but suggestive tone as his eyes traveled to Harry.

Harry smirked wider, knowing the man was trying to get to him. Testing to see what buttons he could push that might hit a tender spot. Secrets was probably a pretty good guess, since Tom was, by nature, an extremely secretive person. However, he didn't really hide anything from Harry. They had surprisingly few secrets between them.

"That isn't going to work, Dumbledore," Tom said in a bored drawl. "But speaking of secrets, I think that you have been keeping a rather huge one from quite a few of those closest to you." Tom said, his smile turning wicked.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"That little fake prophecy of yours. Weren't you using that to lure in the cooperation of some of your closest followers? A prophecy about a supposed savior? A child born, destined to defeat me? I wonder... what they would say if they knew that you had just made it up?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed intensely for the briefest of seconds before he had brought up a confused-old-grandfather look. "Why, Tom, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm sure you don't," Tom drawled, sarcastically. "Just don't expect me to play your little game, Dumbledore. I have far too many important things to accomplish to waste my valuable time chasing after a fake prophecy for your own amusement."

Dumbledore stood silently, giving Tom a tightly held calculating look before he spoke again. "I must say that I'm curious as to what would lead you to the conclusion that the prophecy might be fake."

"You have no idea where I have been, Dumbledore. What I have done. What I have seen. You said so yourself, I was as close to dead as one can get and still be alive. And it has been a very long time. You think I spent all that time, floating around as a spirit in the forests of Albania?" Tom paused and then smirked. "As we already established, people have secrets. And I most definitely have mine. But I know the little show you put on that night with Sybil Trelawney was staged. The woman was under the Imperius. Her so called 'prophecy' was nothing more than a concoction of your own imagination.”

"Why, you decided to sic me on the Potter brat, I will admit, I do not know. Although I imagine as such blind, loyal little followers of the Light, the Potters were all the more eager to do whatever it was you asked of them. Even if it meant sacrificing their own lives, although I doubt they realized that was what you intended. As for my temporary destruction, I suspect you played a far larger role in that then the one year-old child that has received all the acclaim. Did you teach that lovely little blood ritual to Lily Potter? Naughty, naughty, Dumbledore. Tricking your followers into using the very same Dark Magic that you speak so righteously against? Tut, tut."

Dumbledore's face remained impassive but there was a storm raging behind his eyes. Confusion and uncertainty among annoyance and frustration. Harry's smirk widened. Tom chuckled darkly.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about, Tom," Dumbledore finally said, looking sad and apologetic.

Tom scoffed. Harry could feel the impatience growing through the link so he knew that Tom was quickly becoming bored and annoyed with this entire encounter.

"Fine, suit yourself. Now are we done here, because, like I said, I have things to do and this little encounter of ours is becoming tiring. If you really insist, I'm more than willing to oblige your desire for a fight. I would like nothing more than to end you where you stand right now. So, unless you are going to draw your wand and commit to a serious battle, leave here now. Your business here is done."

Dumbledore stood in silence, sharing a long glare with Tom before he slowly nodded his head. "Yes, I suppose my business here is concluded... for now." He paused, glanced between Tom and Harry again before looking around the store they were standing in. No one was looking at them. Harry realized that, at some point, someone had cast a rather powerful notice-me-not around them. Whenever the two muggles in the store did glance their way, their eyes glazed over a bit and they turned then looked somewhere else. "However, I must insist," Dumbledore continued, "that you leave as well."

Tom's brows rose and the anger was obvious in his cold expression. "And who are you to insist that I do anything?"

"I could easily ask the same question of you, Tom. I cannot leave these people unprotected. I do not know what business you have here, but it can surely not be good for the poor muggle inhabitants of this town."

Tom scoffed loudly before sneering back at Dumbledore. "You are utterly ridiculous, Dumbledore. I live here. You think I want to spend every waking hour cooped up in my own home? I did not become a Dark Lord to end up a captive in my own home. I'm not about to start slaughtering the muggles down the street from my residence. If I really wanted to kill them, I wouldn't have hesitated to attack you the moment I saw you here."

"Despite what you claim, I will not leave this town until I see that you have left as well."

"You are pushing your luck, old man," Tom growled and Harry could feel the fury building over the link, the powerful cracking of Tom's magic igniting the air. "I will not be commanded to leave."

"I won't go until I can guarantee their safety," Dumbledore insisted with a firmer voice and a raised head.

Tom's eyes narrowed and his lips curled up. "You are a liar. You are intentionally trying to bait me. You know damn well that by doing this you are endangering them more. Do you honestly believe that I wouldn't be able to kill you without attracting the Ministry's attention? Doing this will not get your precious Ministry to acknowledge my return, Dumbledore," he sneered angrily. "You will leave or you will fight. You have ten seconds to make your choice."

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed and annoyance slipped through on his expression for the briefest moment.

“Ready your wand.”

Harry blinked once before managing to master his expression. It was... odd. A whisper of a voice in his mind. It was strangely reminiscent of when Tom's horcrux spoke to him in his mind, something that hadn't happened since it lost the pieces of Tom's personality through he and Tom's link.

As discretely as he could manage, Harry twisted his wrist, releasing his cypress wand from his disillusioned wrist holder where he had temporarily stored it when he shook Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore's eyes flicked down to it for an instant before going back up to meet with Tom's glaring eyes, once again.

“Fire a killing curse on my cue.” The voice whispered again.

Reaching out with his mind and his magic, Harry grasped hold of the feeling of the voice in his mind and tried to respond.

“I'm ready.” He said, unsure if it had actually gotten through.

“Good.” Tom's voice whispered back into his mind, proving that it had in fact worked.

"Well, Tom, if you're really do insist.." Dumbledore began to say but, before he even finished, Harry heard now! In his mind almost at the same time as Tom drawled "Ten! Too late, Dumbledore."

Harry and Tom both raised their wands at the same moment as simultaneous blasts of green light emerged from their wands and went flying towards Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore had his wand up and summoned a large chrome metal serving platter from the counter, causing the display of candies sitting atop it to go flying around the room as the platter managed to intersect one of the curses, while Dumbledore rolled, dodging the other. The serving platter burst into pieces that melted upon contact with the ground. One of the muggles in the store screamed and Tom's wand was suddenly trained on her causing Dumbledore to pause, looking warily from Tom to the woman.

"Leave, now." Tom commanded in a low, cold voice.

Dumbledore's jaw clenched and Harry could see a battle going on behind the man's eyes before he nodded his head curtly. "Do not think this is over."

Tom snorted. "That goes without saying, you stupid old man. Now get the hell out of my sight."

Dumbledore obviously did not want to leave but he did. He turned on the spot and vanished with a quiet crack. Harry released a low breath that he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and turned to look around the space. Aside from the metal serving platter, nothing had really been damaged. The woman who had screamed was now cowering on the floor with her hands over her head, whimpering. Tom waved his wand and the melted bits of platter were banished and the scattered candies all flew back up to the counter. He pointed his wand at the woman and Harry could feel the Dark Lord's magic, but whatever was cast was done silently so Harry wasn't positive of exactly which spells had been used.

The woman looked up with wide confused eyes that suddenly went glazed then blank. A moment later she blinked, stood up slowly and walked right out of the store. Tom then turned his wand on the stunned and confused cashier, who flinched at the sight of the strange stick pointed at her. Tom flicked it and effortlessly performed a memory charm of some sort then walked up to the register. "I'll take a carton of Dunhill, please," Tom said in a bored tone. The cashier blinked a couple times before turning around, grabbing the carton of cigarettes from behind her and handing them over. She didn't even ask for payment but Tom didn't seem particularly intent on sticking around to pay. He turned and began to walk right out of the shop with Harry following behind.

They walked back down the road in silence for a few minutes before Tom huffed out a frustrated sigh, flicked his wand and shrouded them in a privacy ward. "Well, that was annoying."

Harry coughed out a laugh. "That it was. I never, in a million years, would have expected to run into Dumbledore in Little Hangleton. That was quite a bluff you pulled there, by the way. The part where you insinuated you found out about the fake prophecy while you were without a body."

"I thought so," Tom said with an accomplished smirk. "He certainly can't prove it would be impossible. No one knows what I experienced during that time except for me."

"I was rather surprised you let it slip that you know the prophecy is fake." Harry mused quietly as they continued to walk.

Tom smirked. "I wanted to rub in his face that more than a decade's worth of work had failed. I couldn't exactly reveal your switch in loyalties but I could at least destroy his precious little illusion about me blindly following along with his fake prophecy."

"But you didn't reveal that you knew anything about the real prophecy."

"Of course not. If I knew of the real prophecy I would likely try to court your favor, try to woo you to the Dark, as it were," he paused and smirked maliciously at Harry, causing him to chuckle. "And the last thing we want is for Dumbledore to start questioning the loyalties of his precious Boy-Who-Lived."

They walked in silence for a few more seconds before Tom sighed and spoke again. "We'll probably need to obtain a new headquarters."

Harry blanched. "Abandon the manor!"

"I'm confident that Dumbledore will not easily get through my wards but that man is persistent to an obscene degree. He will not give now that he knows I'm there. I am sure we still have quite a bit of time, he won't move before he is ready, and he'll surely need to build up a much larger force before attempting an assault on my headquarters, but I think it would be wise that we begin searching for a suitable alternative."

Harry frowned, scowling both at the idea of having to move and the fact that Dumbledore's annoyingly unexpected appearance was screwing over their day. He sighed heavily after a moment of brooding. "You're right. I still hate it."

"It was inevitable. I knew when I first took up residence in my father's old house that it was an overly obvious location and that it would not go unnoticed forever. I suppose this just gives us one more task to work on for the remainder of your summer."

Harry groaned. "We're already so busy."

"Things will calm down from here. The only regular occurrences I am expecting in the coming month are the training sessions. I won't be bringing in my followers for personal debriefing nearly as often now. They will be making most of their reports in writing from this point on."

Harry nodded his head and sighed again. "You're right. So where do we start looking?"

"We will start tomorrow. Just because our trip into the village was rudely interrupted doesn't mean that we cannot still enjoy the remainder of the day."

Harry turned and grinned at Tom, thankfully. Tom gave him a small soft smile back.

"Oh hey! What was that thing we did back there? We talked over the link. We've never done that before!"

"Ah yes... I wasn't positive it would work but I had been considering trying it for several days now. I've used a similar technique to communicate with Nagini before."

"Interesting..." Harry paused and tried to find that same feeling deep inside him that he had pulled at when they'd spoken before. “Can you hear me?”

Tom chuckled. “Yes, Harry, I can.”

Harry grinned widely. "Brilliant," he said aloud.

They continued on the way and were nearing the hedge at the edge of the manor grounds when Harry began to snicker. Tom looked at him and raised a single questioning eyebrow.

"I can't believe we came out as a couple to Dumbledore."

Tom rolled his eyes but grinned mildly. "It's not as if the man was unaware of my preference. He was one of my teachers during the whole 'outing' incident."

"You know, Dumbledore always insisted to me that you were incapable of feeling positive emotions. Incapable of friendship or affection. Wonder what he thinks of this."

"I'm sure he's convinced that I'm just using you. That I've tricked you into believing that I care when in reality I'm just a cold, heartless, monster using your affection for me to take advantage of you."

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm sure you're right."

The next day Mixey popped in at breakfast with their mail. She had been collecting it daily ever since Harry's interview with the Prophet because, each and every day, he would receive letters from people. They had been dwindling to fewer and fewer but there was still almost always at least one letter a day. That morning featured two letters that were noteworthy. One from Fudge and one from Dumbledore.

The letter from Fudge was inviting Harry to lunch later that week on August 3rd. He suggested a couple different options, giving Harry the choice of vetoing any. Harry replied quickly, choosing one of the restaurants listed and saying that he would be thrilled to have lunch with the Minister again.

The letter from Dumbledore was another plea that Harry please tell him where he was hiding. He insinuated that there could be something 'big' going on in relation to Voldemort but did not actually reveal to Harry that Dumbledore knew he was resurrected. He suggested that it was growing more and more dangerous for Harry to be outside of Dumbledore's protection and that Death Eater activity was on the rise, which was actually a bit comical because Harry knew for a fact that, aside from subtle spying, the Death Eaters weren't actively doing anything yet. He also attempted to play on the guilt factor, stating that he was making many people such as Molly Weasley and Remus Lupin extremely worried. Then said that he was sure he was also making his godfather Sirius extremely worried as well.

This told Harry that Sirius was, in fact, keeping his distance from Dumbledore. But it also made Harry wonder what his godfather might be up to. He hadn't gotten even a single letter from Sirius all summer long and had to admit he was a little hurt by that fact.

Harry wrote back to Dumbledore, once again refusing the man's 'gracious offer' and insisting that he was very confident in the security where he was staying. He also offered to write letters to Lupin and Mrs. Weasley to reassure them that he's doing fine. He ended the letter politely while smirking and sent his two letters off with Mixey.

The next few days passed in a blur. The training sessions were coming along fairly well. The Death Eaters were getting the hang of the dummies and they were all learning just how versatile they could be. True to Tom's word, the daily meetings had decreased so the two of them had started looking up ancient abandoned castles and old magical manors that were no longer in use.

Lucius Malfoy had offered up his own home should any emergency situations arise and they all be forced to relocate on short notice. Voldemort had accepted it as a fall back plan but didn't exactly want to have to rely on that. Besides, he was still at least slightly angry with Malfoy for what had happened to his diary.

Harry and Tom had tested out their ability to communicate through the link over greater distances. Tom had even taken one trip outside the manor to visit one potential site for a new headquarters and had spoken to Harry over the link from there. To push it even further, he had pushed an image of the large crumbling castle across the link and Harry had been able to see it with a little concentration.

Tom had Apparated back, since the castle in question wasn't up to his standards, but the test had proven interesting.

The morning of the 31st arrived faster than Harry could have anticipated. It was strange for Harry to think that only a month had passed since he arrived at the manor when so much had happened. It was honestly surreal. He chuckled when he realized that a month prior, he had still been a virgin. That alone seemed like a huge monumental change. His relationship with Tom had evolved so much since he had first come to the manor. They seemed like two totally different people now than they had been only a month prior. They had both grown and changed so much.

Harry woke that morning to an absolutely glorious morning 'birthday present' from Tom. One powerful orgasm later, he and Tom were lying in each others arms, sweaty and sticky. They had a training session that evening with the intermediate group but Tom had made sure that there was nothing else scheduled for the day. Harry thought it was unnecessary since he wasn't exactly planning to have a party or anything and he wasn't intending to leave the house either. Still, the gesture was touching and he appreciated it.

They took a long shower before heading down to the gym and going through their standard exercises. Harry was happy with his physical progress in that department. He'd been joining Tom in his morning exercises for months now, and it was really apparent. His accelerant potion had filled him out and given him some light muscle definition, but the daily work-out had improved it dramatically and given him some serious tone. He rather liked how he looked now. From the lecherous looks Tom frequently sent him added with the waves of arousal, attraction, and lust he sensed over the link, he knew Tom liked it too.

And Tom... Tom was as beautiful as ever. Handsome. Tall, lean, toned, graceful, fluid in his movements... Perfect.

After their workout, Tom reminded Harry of the existence of the large bathtub that Harry had used in the ritual to remove his trace and suggested the pair of them relax in it together. Harry had eagerly agreed and the two had made their way down the hall into the magically enlarged bathroom.

They relaxed in the hot, steamy room, soaking in the tub and quietly enjoying each other's company. They talked about various things; goals, magical theories, their plans, what Harry would face once he had to go back to Hogwarts. At some point, their talking had degenerated into a heavy snogging session in the tub with a lot of very intimate touching and another intense release for Harry.

Both wrinkled from the excessively long time spent in the tub, they climbed out, dried off, and dressed. They had skipped breakfast but the house elves provided them a hearty brunch as soon as the pair entered the dining room. Towards the end of the meal, Mixey popped in informing them that Master Evan had several packages in his post and asking if she should deliver it to the table.

Tom told her to take the post to their bedroom instead.

Ten minutes later, Harry and Tom were entering their bedroom. Harry found a pile of packages, neatly stacked, on the floor in front of their bed. His eyes lit up and he made his way over to it. He easily plopped down onto the floor, sitting cross-legged beside the pile. Tom walked over casually, summoned the chair from Harry's desk and sat down in it opposite Harry.

The first package Harry grabbed was from Ron. It was a broomstick maintenance kit and a book on Quidditch. Harry rolled his eyes slightly but still smiled a bit. The next one was a box from the twins that featured a number of 'sample prototypes' that they had been developing. It included a pair of extendable ears and instant darkness powder. Tom was mildly interested in the powder.

Ginny had sent Harry a box of sweets, and Hermione sent Harry a Rune Dictionary. The last box gave Harry pause. He recognized the writing on the label and felt a small pang. It was from Sirius.

Inside it was a second box and a letter. Harry opened the box and found a small rod, the size of a muggle ballpoint pen, with a small glass ball on the end. Harry looked at it curiously, unsure what exactly it was. He opened the letter, hoping for an explanation, and a small scrap of paper fell out first.

Harry reached down and picked up the scrap of paper first and read it.

'The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at 12 Grimmauld Place'.

Harry looked at it with considerable confusion. Even more bewildering was the fact that it was clearly written in Dumbledore's handwriting.

"What's that?" Tom asked.

"I have no idea," Harry said, handing the scrap of paper up to Tom. He took it and read. Harry saw realization and excitement dawn in Tom's eyes as a wicked grin curled his lips. A wicked cackle suddenly escaped Tom's lips making it to where Harry could feel amusement and triumph through their link.

"What is it?" Harry asked, smiling despite his confusion.

Tom settled his laughter and gave Harry a wide, wicked grin. "This is a secret from the secret keeper's own hand."

Harry blinked once, still confused before a certain phrase registered with him. "Secret keeper?" Harry echoed, as his brows began to rise. "Are you talking about a Fidelius Charm?"

Tom was still grinning victoriously and he set the scrap of paper down on the table. "It would appear that Dumbledore cast the Fidelius over his headquarters and made himself the Secret Keeper. The only way for another person to learn the secret is if the Secret Keeper either tells that person the secret in person or writes it down and gives that piece of paper out. Then anyone who reads the paper learns of the secret."

Harry blinked and then looked down at the paper with minor awe. "We have the secret to the Order's headquarters?" he asked, stunned.

Tom cackled madly again, leaned back in his chair and relaxed with a smug grin. "Yes, it would seem so. This is from Black, yes? He sent a letter?"

Harry looked down at the letter that he still hadn't read and nodded his head and he unfolded it. "Yeah, it's from Sirius."

"I'm curious as to what he has to say." Tom said as Harry began to read.

Harry's eyes traveled over the letter.

Dear Stripe,

Padfoot here. I hope your summer has been alright. I really am sorry I couldn't be there for you and that I haven't written before now. Things have been a little unstable for me, but that really is no excuse.

Since he first sent out the letters trying to regather the Order, Dumbledore has had his sights set on a piece of family property I'm in control of for use as his headquarters. I was obviously hesitant at first but I think my reluctance to help him out was starting to make him a bit suspicious. I want nothing to do with the damn house so I went ahead and let him use the filthy hole. It was my childhood 'home', and I ran away from home when I was 15. Now I have no desire to ever go back.

So, the old bastard has been pretty persistent in his attempts to get me to come in under his 'protection' all summer long. I think he was also hoping that me being there would help lure you in because he's repeatedly tried to guilt trip me into coming in by mentioning you. Obviously, that didn't work any better than the 'you'll be safer' argument. I don't care if I'll be totally safe from the Ministry in that damn hellhole, I'm not going to be going and staying there I also know that Dumbledore doesn't have my best interests at heart with his suggestion that I come in.

It's ideal for a Headquarters, of course. My father put every security measure known to wizard-kind on it when he lived there. It's unplottable, so Muggles could never come and call, as if they'd ever have wanted to, but Dumbledore took it a step further and cast the Fidelius over it. I've included the house's addresses on the scrap of paper with this letter. It was written by Dumbledore himself so once you've read it from that paper, you'll know the secret. Destroy it as soon as possible so it doesn't go any further. I want you to have a place you can go in case things don't work out for you there, even if it is the hellhole I had to grow up in.

In addition to the address to my childhood abode, I'm sure you also saw the box. Inside it is a Probitas Probe. Hold it then aim it in someone's direction, twist the bottom of the rod and keep it aimed at them while that someone speaks to you. Twist the bottom again and the glass sphere on the end will either glow red or blue. If the person who was speaking was being honest, it'll glow blue. If they were being dishonest, it'll glow red.

I would suggest making good use of it.

Anyway, happy birthday, pup. I hope you're doing well and you're able to enjoy your special day.

With love,

Padfoot

Harry scowled down at the letter for a moment longer before turning his glare on the 'Probitas Probe' and rolling his eyes.

"What is it?" Tom asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

Harry huffed and handed the letter over for Tom to read, not feeling like explaining it aloud. Tom's eyes raked over the page quickly. He scoffed lightly then sighed before setting it down and looking at the still disgruntled Harry.

"Why did he call you 'Stripe'?" Tom asked.

Harry looked at him with confusion for a moment before the question really registered. "Oh... it's my 'Marauder's' name." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Marauder's name?"

"You know, like Wormtail? It's the nicknames they used back when they were in school. The Marauders. My dad was Prongs because his animagus form was a stag. Sirius is Padfoot because his form is a big dog and Lupin was Mooney because he's a werewolf. We decided I'd be Stripe because of my supposed 'animagus form' of the striped sea krait."

"Ah. I see."

They fell quiet again and Tom set the letter down on the table. Harry scowled at it again.

"You can't expect him to really understand your situation," Tom finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry grimaced and looked away. "I know, it's just annoying. The first word I hear from him all summer and he's giving me a 'probe' so I can find out if you're lying to me. And a place to 'run away to'."

"You can't possibly expect Sirius Black to trust me." Tom said with a hint of amusement.

"No, but I would at least expect him to trust me. I told him I trust you. That I know what I'm doing."

"He still sees you as a child, Harry. He's attempting to be a responsible adult for the first time in his pathetic adult life. I would assume this is his way of showing you that he... cares." Tom sneered the word lightly and rolled his eyes.

Harry looked up and smirked lightly at Tom. He couldn't help but continue to smile at the realization that Tom was trying to comfort him.

Tom looked down at the table and picked up the Probitas Probe and examined it for a moment. "This is quite advanced," he mused quietly. "I wouldn't doubt this is a one-of-a-kind artifact. It was likely incredibly expensive."

Harry frowned at that. He knew that Sirius's family was loaded but he doubted that he actually had access to his family's fortune with his current status of 'fugitive'. But, then again, Tom was able to get access to his money even though his vault was known as a war fund from the last war.

Harry was drawn from his musings as Tom twisted the bottom of the small pen-sized 'probe', and handed it back, handle-side facing Harry while keeping it aimed directly at himself.

Harry took it with an air of confusion as he looked from the activated probe up to Tom. "What –?" Harry began to ask but Tom cut him off.

"Harry, you know how I feel about blatant displays of... emotion. I don't discuss my feelings," Tom sneered lightly in mild disgust but pressed on. "However, today is special. Today you officially turn fifteen and, as much as it still unnerves me that you are so ridiculously young, I'll freely admit that I have become unreasonably attached to you. You are mine and I care for you more than I ever expected to care for anyone. More than I've ever cared for anyone else. You have become... precious to me. I have every intention of keeping you by my side for a great, great, many years to come."

Tom sat back in his chair, apparently finished. Harry blinked, absolutely stunned by the admission. Tom made a gesture with his hand towards the probe, drawing Harry's attention back down to it. He hesitated for a moment before frowning. He looked up at Tom, who was looking expectantly at him.

"I don't need this. I don't need some stupid rod to prove anything to me." Harry said, still frowning.

Tom sighed in mild annoyance. "Just twist the damn bottom, Harry."

"I trust you. I don't need this –"

"Just do it, Harry."

Harry sighed and shook his head in exasperation as he grasped the small rod with both hands then twisted the bottom. A moment later the small glass ball on the end began to glow blue.

Despite his claims, Harry couldn't help but feel relieved at the sight. A small smile turned up the corners of his lips before he deactivated the probe and set it on the table. "Thank you," Harry whispered quietly.

"Happy birthday, Harry." Tom said and Harry saw out of his peripheral vision as Tom reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Harry looked up to find Tom's outstretched hand holding a small black box, offering it to Harry. He stared at it for a moment before reaching out and taking it.

It looked like a small jewelry box with a hinge on one end. Harry looked up at Tom and saw the other man watching him with a forced air of disinterest. Despite his outward appearance, Harry could sense a small bit of hesitant anxiety over their link. Harry turned his attention back to the box and opened it. Inside was what looked like a small charm. It was a tiny spade, the size of a sixpence, with the pointed end up and a small metal loop where it could be attached to a chain or something. Harry removed it from the box and examined it. One side was white, the other side as shiny black applied onto the white base.

"It's ivory," Tom said and Harry looked up at him with mild confusion.

"It's beautiful," Harry said quietly. "Why a spade?"

"I've always been quite attached to the symbol, if I'm being honest. I suppose all those years of playing poker down in the Slytherin common room may have had a hand in that."

Harry blinked. "Poker? As in muggle poker?"

Tom chuckled and shrugged with an unapologetic look on his face. "Yes. I'll admit that I may have introduced it to my dorm mates. It was how I came by most of my spending money, actually. The stupid pampered rich boys always had plenty of their parents' money to lose to me but refused to admit that they were incapable of mastering a simple muggle game."

Harry chuckled and shook his head as he looked back down at the charm.

"The ace of spades is the best card in a deck. Out of all the suits, spades have the highest value. But outside of gambling purposes, spades represent winter and the power of darkness. In the tarot, they symbolize intellect, action, air, and death." Tom explained.

Harry nodded his head slowly as he lightly ran his finger over the smooth black lacquered surface of the front of the charm. He could feel the hum of magic in it but was unsure what sort of magic it was, exactly.

"Does it do anything? I can feel magic in it..."

"It has two primary features. First, it will let me find you, no matter what wards you may be hidden behind."

Harry looked back up. "It won't work for anyone else though, right?"

"No. Only me. No one else will ever be able to use it to track you. In fact, it's secondary feature is that it also nullifies any other tracking spells cast upon you the moment they try to take hold. It's a variation on the anti-tracking pendent we use when we leave the manor. It's not as powerful though. But you don't have leave it to recharge like the pendent. It will use the ambient magical energy of your body to remain powered."

Harry looked down at the small charm again and smiled softly. "I love it. Thank you."

"I wasn't sure how you would want to wear it so I didn't include anything, only the charm. It could be put on a necklace, a bracelet... whatever you would prefer. It could be attached to whatever you want as long as it will always remain on your person." Tom continued in a dismissive tone.

A light seemed to glow behind Harry's eyes and he grinned slightly. "I think I'd like it as an earring."

Tom raised a single brow. "You want to pierce your ear just for this?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry said with an eager nod.

"It'll be rather visible that way. Would you like me to disillusion it for you?"

"No. No, I'd like it visible. If anyone at Hogwarts asks, I can just say that 'Nick' gave it to me for my birthday. Simple. Obviously 'Evan' shouldn't have it visible but it won't show up when I'm wearing the glamor ring anyway, right?"

"That's right. It may not be that simple to explain away the symbol though. The symbolism of a spade is clearly not Light. It is Dark and powerful."

Harry shrugged. "I can just tell them that 'Nick' is into poker and leave it at that. Most of them won't read too much more into it."

Tom nodded and then held his hand out, silently asking for the charm. Harry handed it over then watched as Tom snapped off a prong from a fork at the table before permanently transfigured it into the thin hook of an earring and another tiny loop. He attached the charm to the earring and handed it back.

Harry smiled at it softly before looking up at Tom rather sheepishly. "Can you help me er... pierce my ear?"

Tom smirked.
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