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You Complete Me	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 32224 -:- Recommendations : 9 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Summary:
Harry has had enough, no longer can he pretend to be the good little Gryffindor or the Savior of the Wizarding World. Those he counted as friends and family stabbed him in the back. Harry decides it is time to take his revenge on those that hurt him with his new found family and possibly his soul mate.
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Disclaimer: All the rights go to J.K. Rowling. I wish I could claim them but I cannot sadly.
This is a very long chapter so I want to say a very big awesome thank you to my beta/writing partner and friend KTT2123. She worked tirelessly on this chapter so if there are any errors blame me for adding things in the end without telling her. Also this will be the last chapter for a couple of weeks I need to concentrate on my other stories. But do not worry it will not be a very long break.
Main Pairings: Harry Tom Riddle
Tags: Dark Harry Potter/Dumbledore Bashing/Weasley Bashing/Character Bashing/Nothing like the books/Out of Character/Hermione Bashing
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Chapter Nine: Alpha of the Pack part 2
“Oh Merlin, what the hell just happened?” he thought. He could not believe what the hell just happened. It all started when his father came home two days ago telling Draco that there will be an important Death Eater’s meeting two night’s from now and that all JR DE (Death Eater) needed to be there. Usually Draco would not care the meetings were always a bit of a bore, the Dark Lord would get up make a speech then either dismiss them or crucio someone for their insolence. Draco and his friends would sometimes count how many seconds it took before someone to be under the curse. But this meeting started out differently.
The meeting started out with the Dark Lord addressing the crowd that he had chosen a Consort. The next thing Draco knew Greyback and another wolf were fighting. Everything happened so quickly Draco did not think Greyback even got a hit off before the other wolf defeated him. What shocked the shit out of him was not the fact that the wolf was a snake prior to becoming a wolf; it was the fact that the wolf turned into none other than Harry Scar head Potter, who was now announced as the Dark Lord’s Consort.
The moment everything happened it seemed so surreal to him. Considering that he has lived his whole life around magic, nothing should have surprised him but it was one surprise after another. One of the biggest question he had was when had Potter turned dark? The other things that were revealed tonight were the people that came with Potter. No expected to see Longbottom, Finnegan, and Lunny Lovegood. But the biggest shock was seeing the elder Weasley’s but not the youngest Weasley and the beaver toothed know it all. There was something different about all of them; he could not put his finger on it.
Draco did not know if he should move from where he was standing with the rest of the Jr. DE’s. He could not take his eyes off Potter; there were so many things different about him. Draco knew Potter was powerful magically; it was one of the things he was jealous of and yet it was one of the things that drew him to Potter but he did not know he was so powerful physically. The last he saw of Potter was the last day of school, he wore his usual baggie clothing, his hair was messy and short, and so was his height. But standing with the Dark Lord was someone Draco would not have recognized if it were not for the lighting bolt scar on his forehead.
Potter was taller than he use to be but still shorter than Draco’s 6’1’’, his midnight blue and blond hair was long and straight. “Wait, what the hell blond? As far as he knew no one in Potter’s lineage was blond, maybe he used a coloring potion to lighten his hair,” Draco thought. Whatever he did, it fits perfectly with his emerald jeweled eyes. He was muscular but not overly so, more of a swimmer build. This was not the Potter that Draco had loved to torment on a daily basis during the school year. He felt a jab in his side; he turned to look at Blaise who was standing beside him. He raised a brow asking him what.
Not offended by Draco’s attitude “It seems you have an admirer,” he said to him.
Speaking for the first time since they got to the meeting hall “What?”
“While you have been in your own little world, someone has not been able to take their eyes off you.” Blaise replied.
“Well of course not, why would anyone not look at me, I am simply gorgeous Blaise. By the way where are they?”
“The tall redhead standing beside the new and improved Potter.”
Draco brushed of invisible lint off his shoulder then looked over where Blaise told him peeked over his shoulder to see exactly whom his admirer was. He was so enraptured looking at the new and improved Potter he did not notice the handsome redhead standing beside him. It was one of the Weasley’s, the one that gave Potter his shirt after his fight with Greyback. Draco could not say he was disappointed.
The man was gorgeous after all; the navy blue robes he wore complimented the paleness of his skin. Said Weasley smirked at Draco as if he knew he was not dusting off lint from his clothing but checking out the merchandise and what a beautiful package it was. Draco felt his cheeks flush. Potter who whispered something to the redhead who laughed at whatever was said then looked at Draco and turned saying something back to Potter who nodded his head as if an understanding was met. The play by play had Draco feeling a bit jealous which he refused to examine at the moment.
Blaise must have seen what was going on because he chuckled, “Well it seems your fangs are showing.”
Draco turned his focus back onto his friend, his brow’s creasing as he said, “I have no clue what you are talking about Zabini.”
“Well don’t look now because lover boy is heading this way.”
Draco gasped, “Do I look ok, is my hair out of place, anything in my teeth?” he rattled off to Blaise who did not have a chance to answer because someone did it for him.
“I think you look simply divine,” was said in the most sensual voice Draco has ever heard. His face flushed again from embarrassment of being over heard. He mustered up the Malfoy pride and turned to meet his admirer head on and could not help but stare at the most interesting set of eyes he has ever seen. It was as if his eyes could not decide what color they wanted to be blue or green.
Draco shivered, loving that the handsome man was taller than him. He doesn’t often get the opportunity to look up at someone. “The name is William Potter. Beta and brother to Alpha Harrison Potter of the Black Wolf Pack, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Draco wanted to preen that voice could make him cum just from listening to him talk. His thoughts stutter “Wait did he say he was Potter’s brother? When the fuck did that happen?”
He must have said that out loud because William chuckled, “All will be answered in due time my little Cub, but for now Harry would like to speak with you and your friends privately.” At any other time Draco would have given the person a proper dressing down at being called anything other than his name, but this time however, he did not feel the need to at this point. William could call him anything he wanted in that voice Draco would certainly answer. He turned to his friends; Pansy, Blaise, Daphne and Theo were all looking at him for direction. He nodded his head for them to follow. “One other thing before you meet with Harry, he would prefer you called him Potter or Harry in private, he does not want you to grovel at his feet not unless you pissed him off and trust me, you don’t want to do that.” Draco and his friends nodded their heads in understanding.
William pulled Draco to his side as they walked with his palm resting on his lower back. “I want you beside me Cub,” he whispered into Draco’s ear. To Draco it felt as if the man was laying claim to him, telling everyone else to back the fuck off. The only thing that disappointed Draco was that he could not walk behind William so that he could stare at the man’s arse. They walked into a different part of the manor; one that Draco had never been in or knew existed. When they stopped in front of a closed door with his Uncle Rodolphus and Rabastan guarding the door, William entered without knocking, making Draco feel a bit apprehensive.
William beckoned for them to enter; Draco and his friends walked in and positioned themselves in front of the door. He looked around expecting only to see Potter and William but was surprised to see the Dark Lord, the rest of Potter’s friends, and his father. Potter was sitting on the arm of the Dark Lord’s chair. The Dark Lord had his arm wrapped around Potter’s waist. William told them they could refer to Potter by name in private but Draco wondered how they should speak to him with the Dark Lord in the room. He hated feeling unsure of himself, but to be on the side of caution Draco dropped to one knee and bowed his head “My Lord,” he said referring to the Dark Lord, then to Potter “My Lord’s Consort.” He waited for either man to speak before getting up.
“Get up Draco” Potter said, “there are things we need to discuss before we get back to the party.” Draco got up. “First things first,” Potter got up, walked over to Draco and extended his hand “Draco six years ago you extended your friendship to me and at the time I turned you down. I naively believed the words of someone who I wouldn’t trust with my left tit now, I extend that hand back to you.” Draco looked from Potter face to his hand then back to his face again. All he saw was sincerity, without a second thought he took Potters hand in his. Hands shook head nodded in understanding that whatever was in the past is now in the past.
After releasing each others hands, Potter stepped back just a bit “The second thing is that you lot no longer answer to Voldemort; you are now my eyes and ears of Hogwarts. I am still undecided if I will let the hat re-sort me and put me in Slytherin like I should have been in the first place.” Potter continued nonchalantly as if he didn’t just drop a huge bombshell, ignoring the gasps from Draco and his friends. “If I do get re-sorted I could tip my hat to the light side. In either case we will meet every Friday to talk and train. There is a war coming and I would prefer that none of you under my command die at anyone else’s hand but my own.”
No one said a word so Potter continued “Another thing Bill or William as he would like to be called is my Beta and my Second in Command, then comes Neville, then Seamus. If either one of them gives you an order, you do it. Disrespect them and you will be disrespecting me. You would not like to see me angry.” Draco was pretty sure if tonight were any indication of Potter in a good mood, he would definitely not want to see him angry.
Standing there in the room filled with his Lord and father, he felt more afraid of Potter than ever before. “Any questions?” Potter asked. When no one responded, he told us we could leave and enjoy the party. As Draco was leaving, he heard Potter tell his father that he needed to speak to me on family matters. The only thing that kept going through his mind was what the hell is going on, he felt so lost and he hated that feeling.
Before Draco could walk away someone pulled on his arm preventing him from following his friends out. He was about to turn around and yell at the idiot for daring to touch him, Draco Malfoy, without his permission when he was suddenly chest to back to a man whose seductive voice whispering in his ear made him shiver, “Save me a dance my little Cub.” For the third time that night, Draco flushed red. “Now catch up to your little friends before they get worried.” He nodded his head “and Draco from this day forth you are mine” with that he left Draco standing there at a loss for words.
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Bill walked back into the room where Harry and the rest were still discussing other issues. With the smell of his mate still lingered in his nose. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy would have turn out to be his life mate? When he was turned into a werewolf, Bill knew that he would have a mate, someone that would be his to love.
“So you’ve claimed him then?” His brother Charlie asked.
“In a way, the thrill will be courting him. I do love the way he shivers for me just by my voice.” A smirk played on his lips as he thought about the way his little Cub reacted to him a few moments ago. “What about you, have you been able to corner the object of your obsession?”
His brother had it bad, and the worst of luck. Before he got turned into a werewolf he had it bad for a certain potion master, being a werewolf only intensified his want more as Charlie’s wolf recognized Severus as his mate. Severus was a hard one to figure out; he did not envy Charlie one bit.
“No, and seeing his reaction to Harry tonight will only make getting to him so much harder.” He sighed “Why did I have to fall for the silent, brooding type?”
“ I thought you liked a challenge?” He asked his brother.
This only made Charlie smile “I do which is why when I finally get Severus into my paws I will not be letting him go.”
Shaking his head, “Good luck with that, you are not only competing with his stubbornness you are also competing with a ghost.”
“You’re right brother, but besides my challenge for Severus’s heart, there is something else bothering me.”
“And what would that be?”
“The looks the LeStrange brothers gave the twins before we walked in here.”
That intrigued Bill; the twins while known for their pranks and tricks are quite smart and devious when they want to be. “How did the twins react?”
“I will answer that question this way, if those four get together the Wizarding World is in deep shit.”
Well that’s an understatement of the century thought Bill. His brothers were already terrors in their own right; add the Lestrange brothers in the mix, he shivered at the thought. Charlie was right the Wizarding World would be in deep shit.
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“Ok everyone, I think it is time for us to join the festivities.” Harry called out to all still in the room. He got up from his perch on the chair he and Tom shared. He thought his little chat with them went very well. He made nice with Draco for a couple of reasons. One it was the right thing to do and second once they returned to Hogwarts things will certainly change. Draco will no longer hold the title of the Prince of Slytherin, whether Harry decides to get resorted or not. As the Consort to the Dark Lord that title automatically goes to him. Petty as it might sound he loved the fact that he just usurped Draco’s title. He did not realize that he was smiling until Tom whispered into his ear.
“What have you been thinking about to have you smile so deliciously?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know my Slytherin King?”
Tom smiled at the endearment “Your Slytherin King, I see life with you will be filled with many surprises.”
“Of course where is the fun in being predictable?” Harry said as walked away, heading to the door. Tom laughed at Harry’s antics, the few Death Eaters who were with them looked shocked at seeing their Lord laugh. To Harry they had the most terrified look on their faces. Well know he knew a new way to scare the minions make Tom laugh.
When the group got closer to the ballroom the Death Eaters that were in the group including the Black Wolfe pack members went ahead of Harry and Tom. He and Tom walked close together, whispering to each other. Tom’s hand felt hot on his lower back, he could feel the heat of that hand through the robes he had put on while waiting for Draco and his friends. The way Tom treats him as an equal is good and all but they will have to discuss the dynamics of their intimate relationship. Yes, he was an Alpha in power and in strength but in the bedroom he is a complete submissive. He has no problem giving up control in the bedroom. He looked into Tom’s face and could only imagine the types of things the man could do to him. He shivered at the delicious thoughts he was having, “Harry, are you ok?”
He was so deep in thought he did not realize they made it to the entrance of the Ballroom. “Oh, yes I’m fine.”
“You shivered. Are you cold, I could have the elves rekindle the fire.”
“No, that’s ok.” He felt shy all of a sudden with all his bravado vanishing, intimacy on any level still has him feeling like a shy little lamb.
Tom looked at him speculative for a quick minute before he nodded his head then asked, “Are you ready to enter?”
Putting on his mask starting to feel comfortable, in his element once more “Yes, let’s get this night over with.” When they walked in all conversation stopped. Lucius was standing by the door.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the Dark, may I present to you our Lord, Marvolo Slytherin and his Consort Harrison Potter-Black.”
The applause they received was thunderous; Harry looked around and saw that most of the Death Eaters were smiling and seemed genuinely happy for him and Tom. He also took notice of those that were not. As always Snape showed no outward emotion, he was not clapping and cheering like most of his brethren. And even though Bella knew this was coming, she and her sister stood side by side with a scowl on both their faces, which did not go unnoticed by Harry. The only thing he thought about as he was guided to his spot at the head table was that he hoped that Tom does not get mad at him when he has to kill two of his “most loyal” followers. Tom guided Harry to sit while he remained standing to address the crowd. They quieted down when Tom raised his hand; the power he wheels over others was completely arousing to Harry. Tom also decided to keep his serpentine features off for the rest of the night.
“Tonight my followers, we celebrate the joining of our new members as well as the choice of my chosen Consort. The time for the reign of the light is short. Eat, drink and be merry for tonight dawns a new beginning for the dark and an end for the light!”
The crowd cheered again as the food was brought out by the elves. Harry ate to his heart’s content. He even danced with his friends and Tom and surprisingly his Uncle. They still had not spoken about their familial relationship and Harry suspected they would not for a while to come. It would take a while for Lucius and Harry himself to grasp the fact that they are related. He even spied his friends dancing with a few others. He saw the way Draco blushed while he was dancing with Bill.
A few times he spied Charlie and Snape dancing. The twins and LeStrange brothers were cuddling in a corner laughing and talking, the four looked far too cozy for Harry’s liking. The one that completely surprised him was when Remus and Lucius danced not one song but several. Harry told himself he did not want to know what was going to happen the longer his friends stayed around their new allies but he had the strangest feeling that he and Tom were not the only ones that would be entering into a new relationship.
It was well past midnight and Harry was tired, he was up before dawn training and was ready to leave the festivities. He whispered to Tom that he was ready for bed; the Dark Lord stood and addressed the crowd once more telling them he was retiring for the remainder of the night and they were to enjoy the rest of the night’s festivities. Harry nodded to his friends; they understood they could do as they wished. When he and Tom exited the room Tom walked him to the bedroom where he was staying. “Well, that went well,” he commented.
Harry knew he was stalling for time. “Yes it did. My followers, save for a few seemed happy with the prospect of me taking on a very powerful Consort and ally, not to mention one day the birth of a Heir. They are quite happy as am I.”
Nodding his head, “I suppose we will need to let them train together in order to see if they will be able to work together. I have a feeling a few of your inner circle has already laid claim to a few of mine.”
A spark of recognition showed in his eyes, “Yes, I saw that, I am especially concerned with the collaboration of your twins and the LeStrange brothers. The mayhem those four could cause makes even me a bit terrified.”
Harry could not help it but laugh, “You, the big bad Dark Lord afraid, perish the thought.”
A smirk played on Tom’s lips, “Ah, and there it is” he commented.
Feeling a bit confused, “There is what?” Harry asked
“Did you know that when you laugh it brightens up even the darkest of hearts, including mine,” he said before he swooped down and kissed him, hard and passionately, stealing the very breath from his lungs. He backed Harry into the door giving him something to lean against. Harry moved his hand cupping the back of Tom’s head, grasping onto his silky locks he could not help but moan as Tom bit his bottom lip. Harry was right, not only was Tom a Dominant in life but he also when they are intimate. Tom was always in control of the many kisses they shared. This kiss brought back the fantasy he had of riding Tom’s hard length in the throne room; he knew he was hard as a rock. The kiss ended leaving Harry gasping for breath; he had yet to open his eyes to look at the man before him.
But before he could he was pulled into another soul searing kiss, this time Harry held on to Tom and kissed his as if his life depended on it. When he pulled back this time Tom, spoke “Je ne veux pas me précipiter trop rapidement, mais être près de vous, en vous immobilisant, vous embrasser jeux sur âme de feu. Je me sens comme si une partie de moi qui manquait a finalement été trouvé. Je pense être avec vous ma chérie si j'ose dire mon amour. Je me demande si l'âme sœur vraiment ne exsist et tu es à moi. Être autour de vous, je ressens le besoin de vous consommez afin que je puisse être ensemble une fois de plus. Et Harry qui me fait le plus peur. Mais sais ce que je vais tuer quiconque tente de vous emmener loin de moi parce que tu es à moi comme je suis à toi..”
(I don’t want to rush this too quickly, but being close to you, holding you, kissing you, sets my soul on fire. I feel as if I have found a part of me that was missing for so long. I feel complete being with you my darling, dare I say my love. It makes me wonder if soul mates really do exist and you are mine. Being around you I feel the need to consume you, so that I can be whole once more. And Harry is what scares me the most. But know this, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me because you are mine as I am yours.).
With those words he left Harry staring at his back lost for words and in completely dire need of a French translator.
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Two days after the party Harry was in his study going over reports on the pack he just acquired from his battle with Greyback. The pack was not bad off yet, they were not well off either. In other words, the pack was broke. He thought with as large of a pack as it was he would not need to do much; however, he was wrong. They needed money to buy things such as clothes and other basic essentials. Harry sent a letter off a letter to his bank manager explaining his new status as Alpha of the pack and that he will need to open a new account just for the pack. The only other people other than himself who will be able to take money out of that account will be Bill and Neville since Neville also transferred money into that account as well.
There were homes that needed to be built, old ones that need to be fixed and worst of all the children who were now of school age were in terrible need of education. They were also dirty and looked as though they lived in the wild, granted they lived in the forest and off the land but there was no justification why they elders did not teach their children the basics such as reading and writing. When he inquired why from the old beta of the pack, he was told that the old Alpha did not think it was important for the pack to know such things, only a few disobeyed him and taught themselves and their children how to read and write.
Harry was pissed at Tom but more at Greyback, if he was not already in the infirmary Harry would have sent him back there again. The only thing that spared Greyback from another arse whopping was the fact that they were all in good health. The pack lands also needed better wardings around it, so no one would “accidentally” wander onto the pack lands. Harry and his trusted friends started right away to fix the problem with building homes. Harry had the men of the clan take down trees from neighboring villages to use the lumber to start remodeling and building homes.
Harry was furious with Tom, how could he not know that majority of the children were without the basic needs such as an education, or that most of those children were without parents. When he asked again where all these children came from he was informed that they were the ones that were turned. A pack needed children in order to grow and become strong so the old Alpha sought out children who were without a home and family. They were turned them and brought to the pack. He was told families chose the ones they wanted and those who were not picked were left to fend for themselves. That ignited Harry’s anger more. So basically he made the un-chosen children feel even more unwanted.
A pack should take care of all turned children. It was the Alpha’s duty to make sure the pack was caring for all its members; Greyback might have been strong in strength but he was lacking in many areas. Harry fixed that problem in the instant he heard that story. He called the mothers of the pack and told them to claim the un-chosen children and treat them as if they were their own. A female member of the pack who could not have children of her own came up to Harry and asked if she could also take in some of the children and with Harry’s permission took four of them home with her. Her name was Maria, Harry later found out she was secretly caring for the children without the knowledge of the Alpha.
When asked why she did not claim them before, he was told she was shamed for her inability to bear children and as a result her husband left her for another member of the pack who could. It was also a decree from Greyback that any female member who could not bear children will be shamed and never mate within the pack.
Greyback was a member of Tom’s inner circle. Tom should have known what was going on with the pack. Could he have turned a blind eye when he visited the pack land or did he listen to every word Greyback told him? Harry felt Tom should have noticed the dire straits they were in. And this was what caused their first argument when Harry stormed into his office while he was meeting with his inner circle.
FLASHBACK…
Harry stormed into Tom’s office while he was meeting with Bella, Lucius and Severus, not caring that Tom was in the middle of explaining something.
Harry made no bones about how angry he was, yelling, “Everyone get the fuck out!”
The occupants in the room looked at him as if he was crazy. “I did not stutter nor did I lose my senses I said everyone get the fuck out now!”
They looked at the Tom to see if they should obey him, which incensed Harry more, he was their Lord too damnit. They should be listening to him too but that argument will be for another day. Tom nodded his head to them. They got up and left without another glance at Harry.
“How could you?” he yelled as Tom waved his hand, putting up a silencing charm around the room.
Tom raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, “How could I what?”
“How could you let that man who calls himself an Alpha not care for the children or his pack in the way that he should?”
Sighing in exasperation he pinched the bridge of his nose “Again I am at a loss as to what you are talking about.”
“The pack Tom, the children are without education, clothes, the basic necessities.” He yelled at his intended. “Didn’t you ever visit Greyback?”
Tom sat staring, as Harry yelled at him, if he was not mistaken there was a slight smirk on his lips. What the bloody hell could he be smirking at? Harry thought. The smirk was gone entirely too quickly.
“Why the hell would I need to visit Fenrir, he is or was the Alpha. It was his responsibility to care for his pack, not mine.”
“That may be true, but he is your ally. His wolves would have fought for you and have fought by your side. It is your job to ensure that they are being taken care of. I figured the way we grew up you would pay more close attention to children of this world more closely or are pureblood children the only ones you are concerned about? I guess I put too much faith in you. ”
“What the hell do you want from me Harry? They were his to care for. They were loyal to him, not me.”
“At this moment nothing, obviously you are more focused on ruling the world that you forget the little people. And Tom, there is a very big difference between fear and loyalty.”
Without waiting to hear another word Harry walked out of his office.
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That was yesterday; Harry had not seen or heard from Tom. Harry stayed in his office most of the time, working on fixing all the things Greyback should have done. A knock interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he yelled. He did not lift his head to see who it was or what they wanted. “What it is?” he asked
“Follow me,” said Tom’s voice before he walked out of Harry’s office. Harry guessed he wanted him to follow him. They seriously need to have a conversation on the way he orders Harry around and expects him to follow like one of his minions but he decided to leave that for another day. The only time Tom was allowed to do that was when they had sex. He got up from his desk, leaving the room to catch up to Tom. He was surprised to see that Tom was standing outside Harry’s office with his cloak on and Harry’s in his hand. He raised a brow at his intended “Are we going somewhere?”
Tom gave him an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “There is something I need to show you.”
Harry was intrigued at what Tom wanted to show him, considering that this was the first time they have spoken since yesterday he figured why not see what he wanted to show him. He looked into his intended’s eyes to see if he would give anything away. But Tom’s face remained impassive, he nodded his head, taking the offered cloak and putting it on. Tom offered his hand to Harry. Apparently wherever they were going they had to apparate to the location. Taking the offered hand, he was not given the chance to say anything before they were gone from the spot they stood. They appeared in front of a building; it had no identifiable marks other than that Harry had never seen it before. The only thing he could think of was that it looked like it used to be a factory but was renovated recently. The outside looked newly painted. “Where are we?” He asked.
Tom answered, “We are in Scotland, one hour away from Hogwarts to be exact.”
“What is this place and why did you bring me here?” he was a bit unnerved at the moment.
Again, his face showed no emotions, “Yesterday you stormed into my office and interrupted a very important meeting I might add. Don’t ever do that again, you might be my intended and Consort but I am still the Dark Lord, you must always show me respect …”
“And will you do the same for me?” he snapped before the man could say more.
He looked a bit taken back by that. “What do you mean by that? I treat you with the utmost respect.”
“Oh, by respect you mean bossing me around like I am one of your bloody minions. I am your equal Tom.” He rolled up his sleeves to show his bare forearms “Not one of your Death Eaters.”
Tom’s brow creased at what Harry just told him. Harry assumed he did not realize the way he spoke to Harry was in the same way he spoke to his followers. Granted they have only been around each other a short amount of time, yet he had offended his intended somehow. “The way you speak to me reflects on how we lead together. Let’s look at yesterday for instance, I told those in the room but they looked to you for confirmation. It will not happen again. Next time they will be punished.”
Harry was right, they were in this together, and sharing was never one of Tom’s best qualities. He only hoped that today’s gesture would fix what he had done. Since Harry walked into his life things have not been the same for him personally. Lately, he found himself thinking of the young man. More than anything he thought of holding him, caressing him, kissing those heart shaped lips. He found himself wanting to seek him out.
These feelings really scared him, he came to the realization that if he had a soul mate Harry was his, but Tom still did not believe in the idea of soul mates. Yes there was someone out there for everyone but in his mind you choose your intended mate, fate does not play a role in who he beds or marries. Harry was powerful, smart and manipulative in his own way; he was drawn to Harry mind and yes his body. A body he could not wait feels writhing under him. He cleared his mind and throat to get away from those thoughts; he had things to take care of first.
Tom realized that standing in front of him was a strong-willed person who will argue with him no matter the consequences, it solidify his reasons for wanting the young man for his Consort. “Please accept my apologies, I was not aware that I spoke to you as I would my followers. You are right you a not one my Death Eater. I will try to keep that in mind, I will keep that in mind from now on.”
Harry sighed, rolling his sleeves back down, “Apology accepted. I also will apologize for barging into your office yesterday. I sometimes act rash in certain moments or when my emotions are high; yesterday was one of those times.”
Tom nodded his head in acceptance. “Now, are you ready to hear why I brought you here.”
His little firecracker smiled, “Yes, I must admit I’m a bit intrigued as to why you brought me here.”
“As I was saying before we got off track, yesterday you brought up a very good point. Contrary to what you may think Harry, I care for all children, no matter their bloodlines. I will be the leader of the Wizarding World and all will fall under my rule, including muggleborns and half bloods. You were correct when you stated that I needed to ensure that those I ally myself with are taking care of their people. I failed in regards to the wolves; Fenrir and I have been friends for a very long time, I assumed that his pack was well taken care of. I was not aware that children within the pack lacked education or other necessities; thank you for pointing that out to me, which is why we are here. This is my first courting gift to you.” He heard Harry gasp.
Harry looked around for a second not seeing anything but the building in front of them, then it hits him, “You bought me a building?”
“Yes, this is one of the first of many courting gifts I will bestow on you. This is yours to do with as you wish. Turn it into a school for your pack or homes. Yesterday after you left, I called Lucius and Severus back to my office. As someone who has never been in a relationship I asked for advice. Believe it or not it was Severus who suggested I fix the problem by finding somewhere to educate the children, and then help with finding appropriate instructors. I am at your disposal. Also the property it sits on is yours.”
Tom watched as Harry’s eyes widen, the factory sat in the middle of a field. It was surrounded by trees some dying and some still full of life. “I also took the liberty of placing it under a few charms, once you have decided what it will be, I’ll place it under the fidelius charm with you and I as the secret keeper.” The stunned look on Harry’s face brought a smile to his. He liked seeing the stunned look on Harry’s face.
Harry seemed to collect himself, “I will say you do know how to apologize, you went straight for my heart. Very sneaky of you, Tom” There were no bite to his words in fact Harry was smiling.
“Well, I am the Slytherin Lord after all; sneaky is my middle name.” He said jokingly.
“And here I thought it was Marvolo, yet Thomas Sneaky Riddle does have a nice ring to it.” Harry bantered back. They were both smiling at each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Neither would look away; Tom noticed Harry’s cheeks began to flush and his breathing changed. The atmosphere around them felt charged with sexual energy as it often did when they were alone with each other. Before he could move in and claim a kiss, Harry cleared his throat, “Would it be possible to see inside?”
Taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts, “Yes follow me,” he paused “please.” He extended his hand for Harry to take it, leading him up to the front door.
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They walked inside the building and Harry could not believe how big it was; he instantly knew exactly what this would be. Because his wolves are not accepted in magical schools, they will be taught here. The floor plan needed a bit more work but it was doable. The inside had three levels; he walked over to one of the rooms and was very happy to see how spacious the room was. Harry could turn the first floor into offices for the teachers and faculty and the other two could be for the classrooms, he could even expand the rooms a bit more so that the teachers could have their offices inside of the classroom.
There were so many possibilities. He walked around the building taking in each aspect of it, mapping out what each room would be for. He already decided to give the position of headmaster to Remus. The factory was so big that there was room for a daycare or for the smaller children to attend primary school. He smiled; Tom did well for his first apology and courting gift. Most people would want flowers or jewelry for a courting gift but this was perfect for Harry. He had enough jewelry and flowers could be used for another time.
“This will be the perfect school for my wolves,” he mused out loud. “Here they will be able to learn freely and not worry about their wolf status.” He turned and looked at the man who gave him such a wonderful gift “Thank you Tom.”
“I take it I am forgiven for my lack of attention in regards to your wolves.”
Harry ducked his head feeling his cheeks flame, “You are more than forgiven,” he whispers.
“What was that, I did not hear you?”
Lifting his head he faced Tom, “I said you are more than forgiven, what would you like for this magnificent gift you have given me?”
Tom did not even take a moment to think, “The only thing I require is the pleasure of your company for dinner.”
Harry stopped at that, Tom seemed so sure of himself; it was as if he had this all planned out. “You planned this out carefully didn’t you? You are sneaky, Lord Slytherin.”
Tom smirked, walking slowly over to Harry and pulled him into his arms, stealing his breath “I told you my little Consort, sneaky is my middle name.” Harry did not have a chance to retort before lips crashed down on his, making him moan into Tom’s mouth. He snaked his hand around the older man’s neck, bringing him further into the kiss. The kiss seemed to go on for what seemed like forever. Whenever he and Tom kissed, time seemed to stop or slow down. Add to that the fact that he felt safe and protected in the older man’s arms. How silly is that? The hands, which killed his parents, made him feel safe, safer than he has ever felt in his life when he should be running the other way.
They pulled away from the kiss slowly, Tom giving him butterfly kisses on the corner of his mouth, moving down to his neck and sucking up a mark. Harry pressed his body further into Tom’s, moaning at the feeling of the man’s hard shaft against his belly. He knew Tom could feel his hardness against his leg as evidence of his arousal from the bite he gave him on his neck. Merlin, when will he feel that inside of him? They have not discussed taking the next step in their courtship. He could not help himself; he started grinding his erection onto Tom’s leg making the older man moan. Both their breathing changed but nothing further happened as Tom put his hands on Harry’s waist squeezing him firmly then moving him slightly away from his body.
Tom rested their foreheads together, trying to collect his breathing. “Why did you stop, don’t you want me?” He hated the way he sounded, desperate and needy especially to someone as strong as Tom.
Tom raised one of his hands and cupped Harry’s jaw, “Oh, my little minx I want you so bad words cannot not describe it. You tease and distract me constantly.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“Because I am old fashioned, I believe in courting and getting to know you and formally bonding before I make you completely mine.”
Harry wanted to tell him he was already his but kept his mouth shut. He respected a man with principles and the fact that the Dark Lord, who is better known for killing and torturing those who defy him without a second thought, is old fashioned. It made Harry feel treasured and wanted. But it did not mean he would not try to get Tom to bend his principles just a little. He will leave it for now but he still had two weeks before he went back to school. Sneaky might be Tom’s middle name but before Harry got on the Hogwarts Express, he will change sneaky to frustrated. Pulling his body completely away from Tom’s, he straightened his clothing. “You mentioned dinner?”
Tom seeing this for what it was, Harry respecting his boundaries, he nodded his head, “Yes I did. This will be our first official date. I plan to wine and dine you in the next two weeks before your return to Hogwarts, so be prepared.”
“I expect nothing less,” he told Tom as he took his arm.
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Harry could not believe that it was already time for him to leave for school. He would not admit it out loud but he will miss the Riddle manor and especially his fiancé. Tom had wormed his way into Harry’s heart in a small amount of time. A smile came to his lips when he thought about the older man. For the past two weeks Tom wined and dined him, though they had gotten some work done in between their dates. They still have not taken it beyond kissing but Harry can tell Tom’s defenses were wearing down. The factory Tom had taken him to was now being remodeled into a school for werewolves.
After giving Harry the factory, Tom had whisked him away to Paris. They dined at a restaurant on the Eiffel tower owned by one of Tom's followers. He was treated to his first French meal and to hear Tom speak French again had Harry blushing the whole night. The man’s voice was already sexy, add another language, especially the language of love and it tilted Harry’s world. They talked to each other about their plans for the future, what Harry wanted to do in his life and what impact he wanted to make in the Wizarding World and about what Tom wanted to do for the future as well.
They stayed away from conversations dealing with children, their feelings and most of all the war. They were just Harry and Tom; no glamour’s were in place. Harry found out about Tom’s wicked sense of humor, and that his favorite dessert was apple tart with freshly made vanilla ice cream, which was always made fresh whenever he visited the restaurant. They were not interrupted even though they sat in eye view of anyone that came into the restaurant. However, they were the only patrons that were inside the restaurant. Tom made sure that they had the restaurant all to themselves.
When they sat at their table, it was beautifully made up with red roses; red and white floating candles were burning and surrounded their table. A bottle of red wine sat uncorked breathing, waiting from them. When they sat down Harry was surprised to see a gift on his plate. It was not wrapped so Harry could tell it was jewelry. When Harry opened it, the gift was a snake earring encrusted with a Slytherin green diamond along the body. The snake’s body was long enough that went from his lobe to the helix of his ear. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”
“You like it then I take it.” Harry nodded. “This earring” Tom told him “is a portkey; it also has a few protection spells woven into it. The activation word is “home” in parseltongue. It will take you to the place you feel the most safe.” He then moved his hair behind his ear, showing Harry his matching earring. “This will tell me if you activated the portkey or if you are in trouble, I will be able to get to you.”
Harry reached his hand up, touching the earring that has been in his ear since the night he got it. Whenever he thought about how wonderful their dates were. The dates kept getting better and better, each date was in a different country and place, except for last night they had a quiet dinner at home just the two of them. Tom had the elves prepare his favorite foods and dessert. Each date was finished with heavy snogging and petting. Each time when Harry’s hand would move close to the opening Tom’s shirt the kissing would end and Tom would whisper goodnight always leaving Harry panting for more. It did not go unnoticed by Harry that Tom was always walking away with a funny limp.
He couldn’t help but smile; he affected Tom as much as the man affects him. “What has you smiling like that?” He was so lost in thought he did not hear Bill come in.
“That’s none of your business thank you very much,” he responded cheekily.
Bill chuckled, “I know exactly what and who you have been thinking about. I see the way you have been floating around here for the past two weeks.”
“Oh shut up, will you. You’re one to talk, shall we examine that hickey I saw on a certain blond’s neck.” He asked him with a raised eyebrow. Bill said nothing but the blush on his cheeks said it all. “Besides, is there a reason you are in here? I do need to finish packing. And if you must know Tom is very romantic and sweet but you didn’t hear that from me.”
“Sweet you say, so in between the torturing and killing he has a sweet side. Tell that to Umbridge’s remains.”
“I will have you know, that was one of his best courting gifts.” Harry told him.
“You two have the weirdest relationship ever known to man or wolf. Most people give gifts of jewelry, flowers and poetry, yours gave you a building and someone to torture.” Bill told him. “And then after you two killed her, you made out like the rest of us were not in the room, seriously Harry.”
“I know isn’t he romantic?” Harry sighed, he felt like a lovesick fool. Bill did not answer him nor did he see the “you must be mental” look on his face.
Harry was too busy thinking about that night to notice Bill’s reaction. It was their fourth date and they had just returned from dinner. Tom told him he had a surprise for him that requires him to be blindfolded. Knowing that Tom’s gifts have all been pleasant so far, he had no problems with Tom covering his eyes, he was starting to trust the man after all. Before he was blindfolded, Tom peppered his lips with kisses. Harry realized that sometimes when Tom wanted to share something with him but did not know exactly how Harry would take t, he would either grace him with gentle kisses or run his fingers through his hair. With the blindfold on, Tom took the lead and led them to their destination. They made a few turns here and there but Harry could not pinpoint exactly where they were going. When they finally stopped Tom’s seductive voiced whispered in his ear.
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“This is one of your courting gifts; I saved it for just the right moment.” Tom said as he pulled off the blindfold. Harry blinked his eyes and tried to take in where he was or who was in front of him. Standing before him was Lucius, Bella, Snape, Bill and Seamus. “I know you must be confused my little Minx.” Harry did not know what to say because he truly did not understand. “You have become important to me in a very short time; I promised the night I asked for your hand in front of my followers that I will kill those who raised a hand to you. Your enemies are my enemies, you no longer stand-alone. So tonight I gift to you revenge.” Before Harry could ask or say anything he was turned around.
He gasped to see none other than Dolores Umbridge shackled to the wall in the shape of an “X”. She was still wearing that ugly pink color that still made Harry want to vomit. Her arms were stretched as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. He turned and faced Tom. “You got me Umbridge, you keep surprising me.”
Tom pulled Harry to him, “I am not good with words Harry, but I show those I care about with my actions.”
He lifts Harry’s hand, fingering the words “I must not tell lies” and kissed the words. “No one will ever mark you in such a way again.”
Harry saw Snape’s brows crease, “Professor is something the matter?” he inquired.
“Beg your pardon my Lords, but I am not sure why we are all here?” No malice was in his voice, just curiosity.
Without taking his eyes off Harry he answered, “You are here Severus, to witness what happens to those who hurt something or someone I consider mine.” He told Snape with finality in his voice. “Now my little Minx, let her feel the pain you felt each and every time she made you draw blood with that quill.”
Harry felt a tiny spark starting at the base of his spine that was slowly started working its way up one vertebrate at a time. He did not remember brandishing his wand but there it was in his hand. He turned to Umbridge and stared at her. For the first time, he realized that she was screaming but they could not hear her, someone must have put a silencing charm around her. He knew she could see him because she was looking right at him. “Finite Incantatem,” dropping the silencing charm around Umbridge.
“…. What is going on here? Who are all you people? Let me go this minute. I am Madam Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge; do you know how important I am? I am one of the Minister’s most valuable and important members of his cabinet. I will see you all punish for your insolence….”
“Will you shut bloody the hell up. Your voice is grating on what is left of my sanity.” This came from a voice that not only surprised Harry but everyone in the room: Severus Snape. Harry could not help but turn, nodding his head in a thank you. Snape did the same but also added “Well she was,” again the occupants in the room could not help but be stunned.
“Why professor, I did not know you had it in you. If I didn’t know any better I would have said being around Charleston has given you a new outlook on life.” Another surprise that night was the fact that Snape blushed at the mention of Charlie’s name.
He turned back to her with a smile, “It is a shame you do not recognize me my dear Dolores, after all you spent majority of my fifth year punishing me for what you claim were lies about the Dark Lord’s return.” He stopped as if thinking about something, tapping the tip of his wand to his lips, “You standing over my should as I write the words, what was it again…I”
“…Must not tell lies…” she finished for him.
“Yes! Dolores those are the words exactly, they are imprinted into the back of my hand when all I did was state the truth.”
It was apparent she had figured out who it was. “P…Potter.”
“You are not as dumb as I thought you were Dolores…yes it me Harry Potter, surprise!”
“And, as you can see Madam Undersecretary, I am very much alive,” Tom said standing directly behind him.
The look on Umbridge face was priceless. Harry could not help but laugh; she looked like something between a toad and a yawning orangutan, Harry really could not decide. He was laughing so hard it sounded a bit like a cackle to his ears or was it the fact that Bella was cackling right along with him without knowing the reason. “Orangutan…” he tried to tell them, he did really but he was laughing too hard.
“I think he has gone as mad as Bella,” intoned Lucius.
Harry slowed his laughing down, wiping the tears from his eyes.
Tom gave him one of those exasperated looks, “Thank you for finally composing yourself. I really would like to kill her now so that we might finish out date.”
He turned to Tom and gave him a peck on his lips, “Anything you say dear.”
A gasp had him turning around quickly to see the same shocked expression on the toad’s face. “Y…. you just kissed the Dark Lord.”
Harry clucked his teeth, “Of course I did, he is my fiancé. Why wouldn’t I kiss him you daft woman?” he asked her as if it was it was well known that he and Tom were engaged.
“Fi…fiancé,” with that she fainted.
“Are you kidding me?” He said looking around to the others in the room. “The bloody toad fainted and all I told her was you are my fiancé, how disappointing,” raising his wand pointing it to her. “Rennervate,” he yelled. “Dolores, you are not allowed to faint, well not before I give you a piece of your own medicine.” Turning to Bill, “Bill, where are the twins and Neville?”
“Neville is on a date with his mates, the twins are at their shop.”
“Get them here, they need to have a shot at her also.” He walked closer to her, “Isn’t that right Dolores? How would you feel if I got every child down here to have a shot at you for every time you gave them detention then made them use that blood quill.”
He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out one of his many knives; he did not see the raised eyebrow Tom gave him because he was too intent on Umbridge. “You know Dolores I have always found you a bit ugly, how about we give you a make over?” He said to her, “Muggles have this medical procedure they call a face lift, it changes the way you look completely. With a nip here and a tuck there, I think I will do the same for you and give you a prettier look, what do you say?” He asked her as he raised the knife to her face.
“I think when you smile it should always be sincere not that fake giggle you do,” as he spoke he brought the knife to her face; starting from the corner of her lips, he sliced her face all the way to her ear lobe, ignoring the blood and her screams, he did the same thing to the other side of her face.”
He stepped back at looked at his handy work. “I get the feeling I’m forgetting something.” He scratched his head as if he was really thinking about it “Oh no! Dolores, I forgot to put you to sleep, that’s what the muggle doctors do. This way you would not feel any pain. But we are not muggles, also where would the fun be in giving you something to numb the pain? I want you to be able to feel every second of my effort in giving you a new look.” He smiled at her “I must say Dolores your new smile is much more pleasing; maybe now you will be able to get married or are you too happy sucking Fudge’s cock under his desk?” The occupants in the room snickered at his comments. She was whimpering in pain but Harry ignored her and continued to talk as he worked. He felt a bit like a mad scientist.
“Let’s see what else we can improve, ah yes your hair, a new hair do to go with your new smile, don’t you think?” He asked not caring about her answer, grabbing her hair and pulling it back roughly. Then he put the tip of his knife at the base of her scalp and started to cut into her skin slowly. She screamed in pain, moving her head violently, trying to dislodge her hair from his hand but instead of loosening his hand form her head, the hand holding the knife slipped from her hair line, slicing downwards and cutting into her right side of her eyelid, down her cheeks and meeting the cut at the corner of mouth. She screamed louder as the knife connected with the first slice in her face. Her face was a bloody mess. Another tingled shot up his spine and he shivered again. This form of torture excited him it seems or was it the fact that Tom was watching him?
He stepped back and studied Umbridge, giving her a disappointed look, “You know Dolores I’m trying, I really am but you are making this very difficult. Or maybe it is the fact that some things you cannot turn from ugly to beautiful. Maybe we should just clean up your face and try something else.” He turned to Tom who it seems was watching him intently, “Mispy,” he called out.
The elf appeared before him and bowed slightly, “What can Mispy do for Dark Consort?” that was the name the elves gave him after the night of the party.
“Would you be a dear and get me a jug of freshly squeezed lemon juice and some salt please.”
“Yes Dark Consort, Mispy be right back.”
The elf popped out and popped right back with what he asked for. “Thank you Mispy, you may go.” He turned to Dolores, taking the jug with the lemon juice then pouring it over her head. He watched as she cried out from the sting and the burn as the juice hit those open cuts on her face. Her scream turned into crying and begging for Harry to stop the pain. “Why should I Dolores? Did you when you kept me there for hours writing line after line as the words were imprinted into may hand? No you did not, what did you do instead?” he asked her. She whispered something, “What was that I did not hear you?” He was angry; thinking back on those detentions only fueled his need to watch her in pain, the worst pain imaginable.
“I laughed,” she said in a hoarse voice.
“That’s right Dolores, you laughed. You made it know you had the backing of the Minister and the fact that you hated children was your reason for torturing us. Well guess what Madam Undersecretary Delores Umbridge, I HATE YOU TOO!” he yelled, as he made viscous slashes in her face, arms and neck. He did not stop when she screamed until she had no breath left. He completely forgot he called for the twins and Neville to take part in exacting revenge until a hand stopped him before he made another slash.
“I do love your work my Minx, she no longer looks like a toad, more like a mangled dog. But I think the ones you requested to be here should get a turn before you take her last breath.” Tom whispered in his ear. He shivered; Tom’s voice whispering in his ear only intensified the tingling in the middle of his back. He turned and looked around the room, noticing that the twins and Neville were there along with Seamus, Luna and surprisingly the LeStrange brothers. He knew his friends would not judge him on his anger and looking into Tom’s face all he saw was pride. He stepped out of the older mans arms and faced Neville and the twins.
In his Alpha voice, he gave them a command, “You each have five minutes to make her scream and bleed but keep her alive. I’m not done with her yet.”
They each bowed their heads in recognition, “Yes, Alpha Dominic.” That was his name when he was in Alpha mode. It was a decision on his and Tom’s part. They did not want Dumbledore and the Order to find out that he was the new Alpha, so they decided to give Harry a pseudonym until they are ready to reveal who he really is. The name they’d chosen was Dominic Payne. Snape had already told the Order that Greyback was no longer the Alpha and that Dominic Payne was a turned wolf that challenged Greyback for the Alpha position and won. After they decided on his name, he called a pack meeting and informed his pack. Tom then sent the words out to his followers that they will only refer to Harry as Alpha Dominic or by his formal title as Slytherin Consort.
The twins were the first to walk over to her. Harry watched as they each went to either side, ripping the ugly, pink sleeves of her jacket; the sleeves were already torn and ripped from his slashes. Like Harry, they took out a knife but theirs were longer, shiny and looked much like a cutlass. Fred moved and stood in from of her.
“Well, well Umbridge, you were ugly before but now you are simply ghastly. Let’s see if we can improve your look?” he pursed his lips, shaking his head in contemplation. “Not sure how much we can do in five minutes, I mean you would think the Alpha would give us more time.” Her one good eye widened in surprise; Fred saw this and chuckled. “How ironic the very creatures you hate like us werewolves, are the ones that will take your last breath away.” He told her.
George spoke up, “Do you know the damage you have done? That fucking bill you passed. Good people like Remus cannot get a job. What have we done to you to garner such hate Dolores?”
“Y…you are un…natural, blood traitors…and you put…shame to every pure blood families,” she gasped out.
Fred shook his head again, “You have a very naughty mouth, you know that Dolores. Someone should cut your tongue right out your mouth. As a matter of fact, I think that’s what we will do first.”
George stepped in front of her, pry her mouth open and Fred pulled her tongue out and chopped it off. She screamed louder than when Harry cut her face. Blood was everywhere, gushing from her mouth. Harry thought she would pass out but she was much stronger than he thought.
Harry thought they were done but it seemed they were just getting started. “Now, now, Dolores that was not so bad.” Said George. He spied the jar of salt that Harry has yet to use. He added water to it while Fred pulled her head back. He poured the salted water into her mouth, gagging her with it. “We are just trying to stop the bleeding Dolores dear,” he told her in a sweet sickening voice. “Now swoosh it around your mouth and spit it out,” he told her.
Umbridge got a bit brave at that moment, spitting the salted, bloodies water at the twins. They turned and looked at each other. “Well, she still has some fight left in her then.” Intoned George.
As if speaking telepathically, they moved to either side of her and with the dull tip of their knife proceeded to push it through the first knuckle of her fingers, breaking them as they pierced through the joints until they finally broke off. They continued until her wrist lay limp against the wall. She was groaning in pain and this only excited the twins more.
“Guys, I think you need to slow down for a minute.” This came from Neville. The twins turned and looked at him as if he has gone mental.
“Are you mental?” they said together. “Don’t you remember what she did to you Neville?”
Neville sighed, “No, I did not forget. All I said was you should just slow down, you heard what our Alpha said, and you need to keep her alive. You can’t just go breaking bones, and slashing out tongues. Seriously!”
“Well if you have a better way to torture her, we would like to see it!” They said together.
“You two are such Gryffindor’s at times; learn to think like a Slytherin for once.” He told them as he walked over to Umbridge. He sighed shaking his head in mock disappointment of the twins behavior, “Madam I do apologize for my friends’ behavior; they are sometimes impatient and unfeeling. In their haste in trying to improve your look, they made it worse. I mean how do they expect you to get a date when you cannot speak? I regret that I will not be able to fix that my dear however, let’s see if I could remedy the situation.” He told her as if he would really help her.
Her one good eye looked at him with a grateful gesture for stopping his friends from torturing her more. Little did she or anyone besides Harry and his circle knew Neville had a sadistic streak like the rest of them. He reached in to the pocket of his robe and pulled out something that looked like a small pitchfork. “You know Umbridge my family and I have a right to our anger.” She looked at him a bit confused “Oh! I am not speaking of my grandmother, if I had it my way she would be shackled right next to you. No, I am speaking of Harry and the twins. Do you remember the glee you had in your eyes every time you drew blood from us? Did you know Harry would come back to the tower and need a blood-replenishing potion, or that the twins almost died? And let’s talk about me, after one of your many detentions my mates would be waiting for me outside just so they could take care of me.” He said all of this while twirling the strange looking fork between his fingers.
Her one good eye followed the motion as if hypnotized by what Neville was doing and not what he was saying. Which pissed him off because he took the fork and jammed it into the socket of her shoulder, making her scream and draw blood, “I asked you a fucking question and I expect an answer you ugly bitch! Oh, I completely forgot you lost your tongue.” Twisting it with each word as he spoke, “Did you know?” Her lips trembled as if she wanted to speak but could not; all that came out was a pained whimper. He reached into his pocket pulling out another one of those pitched fork and stuck it into her other arm. Her frantic thrashing only served to make the fork dig into her more.
Neville removed his hands from the forks, stepping back. Reaching up, he violently pulled one of the forks out of her shoulder, tracing it down her arm then stopping at her elbow where he stuck the fork in, looking right at her. Harry did not think she had any more screams left in her but scream she did. “How does it feel, to have something sticking into your skin and your bones? Hurts don’t it? That’s what we felt every detention.”
“Well Neville, I must say your methods bring results.” Commented Fred “Do you mind if Fred and I join you, a combined venture if you will?”
“Now you are thinking like a Slytherin,” He told them as he removed the fork from her shoulder. The twins walked over to her and together Harry and the rest watched as they cut, sliced and stabbed Umbridge as if she was nothing but a ragdoll. Blood was flying everywhere; the twins and Neville had blood on their hands and robes. At one point, Umbridge passed out from the loss of blood but was rennervated and tortured some more.
When Harry felt the three had enough fun, he stopped them. He was not done with her yet. Neville went to stand between Seamus and Luna who enveloped him into their arms. The twins went to stand beside the LeStrange brother, who gave each twin a hug and kiss on their forehead, whispering words of comfort and love to them. Harry raised a brow and looked from Bella back to the brothers then again to Bella. She did not seem jealous in the least. How weird he thought. Here her husband was kissing another man in front of her and she did not care. “Do not worry about Bella, she has a way of finding bed partners.” Tom said noticing Harry’s confusion.
“As long as she stays away from yours, that is all that matters to me,” he told his intended.
A smile played on those beautiful lips, “I do love your jealous streak,” he said.
He had all but forgotten about Umbridge until she whimpered. “Can you do me a favor?” he asked the older man.
“Anything, you need,” Tom told him.
“Clean her up a bit for me, the twins and Neville got a bit happy and at the moment she is too messy for me to see the damages.”
Tom walked over to her and cast a few episkeys and tergeos, cleaning and closing up her wounds. Her body was red and swollen from all of the gashes and cuts she had received. Her clothing was no longer pink but red from her blood. Tom left her face alone. While Tom was cleaning her up, Harry took the time to look at the others in the room. They all had different expressions on their faces; he could not tell what they were thinking. But one thing was sure, they were all shocked at the way Harry and his friends chose to exact revenge; it would not have been their method. Magic was good for many things but sometimes getting your hands dirty gives you a different thrill.
When Tom was done cleaning her up, he turned to Snape asking him if he had any blood-replenishing potions on him. Always the Boy Scout, he was handed two vials. “I must say Dolores, your change in clothing is so much better than that pink, do you know how many times I wanted to vomit seeing you each and every day during my fifth year?” Harry told her.
This time she did not ignore the question asked, she shook her head quickly no. He walked up to her, and brought his hand to her face, rubbing the side that was still somewhat untouched. “Do you think you have suffered enough?” Again she quickly answered yes, nodding her head. “I beg to differ my dear. Tonight, my family and I took revenge for all the children that suffered under your blood quill. This is your last chance to say your prayers because tonight you draw your last breath. Tonight, I will act as you judge, jury and executioner.”
He fed her the potion making cooing noise as he did so. She guzzled the potions down; it was a bit hard with her tongue missing. Harry stepped back, giving her sometime to recuperate from all that she experienced thus far. Feeling a bit daring, Harry unshackled her hands taking out the forks Neville left in her shoulder and elbows. When he killed her, he wanted her standing on her feet. “As your jury, I have found you guilty.”
She swayed a bit as she stood on her feet, Harry did not help her to steady herself. He walked around her as he spoke, “Dolores Jane Umbridge, you are accused of using an illegal blood quill on the students of Hogwarts. As one of her Heirs and your judge, I sentence you to death,” he stopped in front of her and looked her in the eye, “and as your executioner, it will be any manner I see fit.” She whimpered, “How do you plead?” She was not able to answer with her tongue missing but she kept mumbling and shaking her head.
Raising his hands to her face quieting her whimpers, “Shh it’s ok sh…. you thought you were above us, sending dementors to try and kill me. Shh…it will be over soon.” Using his elemental power, his hands flamed suddenly. Those who did not know about his power gasped; no one knew about his elemental powers except his family and Tom. She gave a gut-wrenching scream, falling to the floor on her back; Harry went with her. He moved one of his flaming hands up and into her hair, burning it all off. Burnt skin and hair combined, was not a nice smell he thought to himself but that did not stop him. He continued his entertainment by putting his other hand to her throat squeezing and burning her flesh, at the same time taking her breath away but not completely. He felt that same tingling in his spine moving up. The power he wheeled over her was euphoric.
He got off the floor, leaving her lying flat on her back for a few minutes. He needed to collect himself. He studied his work: half her face and her entire neck was burnt. She was completely unrecognizable from her neck up. Extinguishing the flames from his hands, he stood her up on her feet. She had no more energy. She should not even be alive at this point but it seemed Umbridge was a tough old bird. He was ready to finish this; it’s gone on far too long he thought to himself.
He turned one hand into claws. Wasting no time he reached in, slicing through her clothing and skin, he violently pulled out her still beating heart and crushed it in his hand, finally killing her. Before he could discard the mangled heart he was pulled into powerful arms, then lips crashed down on his, pulling a gasped from him. This was how they always ended a date, with Tom kissing him within an inch of his life. They completely forgot there were others around and solely focused on each other.
The next morning, Umbridge’s body was found on the steps of the Ministry. It took them five days to identify who she was.
END FLASHBACK….
“… H…. Harr…. Harry,” he heard his name being called, bringing him back to the present. Looking around he saw Bill was still standing by the door.
“I’m sorry, did you say something I zoned out for a bit.” He told him.
“I said you need to hurry, you have to be at the platform in about three hours and I know his Darkness would love to spend sometime with you before you leave. Don’t forget to give him the gift.”
“I won’t and thanks Bill.” Harry knew he did not have to worry about his pack or its members. Bill, Remus and the twins will take care of the pack, sending him weekly updates until he returns for Yule. Pocketing his first courting gift for Tom, he checked to make sure his books and clothing was inside his trunk closing, and shrinking it. He put it in his pocket and he set out to find his intended. He did not have to go far as Tom was in the hallway having a very serious talk with Bellatrix.
“If it has not escaped your deranged mind I will repeat myself once more, I will not entertain your interest in my bed.”
She went on speaking, completely ignoring Toms words, “But my Lord, you know we are meant to be. You cannot be serious about Potter? You have entertained him far too long. He is your sworn enemy. I do not understand why you have chosen him over me. I can give you strong Heirs, my Lord.” She raised her hand as if to touch his robes…
“Crucio!” Bella was on the ground withering, in pain. “I have listened to you blathering long enough; if I did not value you as a good follower, I would have killed you long ago. Step one more foot out of line where my Consort is concerned and I will not hesitate to kill you.” With that he lifted the spell, stepping over her as if she was nothing.
Harry came into view, “Well done my Lord,” giving a flourished bow.
“How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough.”
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes and no. I know that I must go there are things to do, Dumbledore to kill yet. But I am not ready to leave you. I feel we are just getting to know each other.”
“I know my little Minx but you must go, you have a job to do. Besides, we will write…”
Before Tom could finish, “I have something for you. It is my first courting gift to you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly wrapped box, handing it over to Tom. Taking it, Tom opened it, “When my father and his friends were in school, they came up with a way to communicate with each other when they were separated or in detention.” It was a two-way mirror. It was Remus who gave him the idea that this would make a good courting gift, as simple as it might be. “It is a two-way mirror, this way we can talk to each other every night. I have the other one. I charmed it so that it is activated only by speaking in parseltongue.” Harry was a bit nervous. Tom had given him so much in the past two weeks; he did not know how he would like this small gift.
Tom looked from the gift to Harry, “I love it, thank you. I have gotten many gifts over the years but this one comes from you and that makes it very special.” He then took Harry’s hand in his tapping his consort ring saying a spell in French, kissing it when he was finished.
“What did you just do?” He asked him
“I just made your ring only noticeable to those who are loyal to our side. Everyone else will see nothing but a common ring and think nothing of it.” He told Harry as he pulled him into a hug holding on to very tight; they both felt the same way they did not want to let each other go. It was too soon to be separated.
HJPB*TMRLV*HJPB*TMRLV*HJPB*TMRLV*HJPB*TMRLV*HJPB*TMRLV*HJPB*TMRLV*
Three hours later found Harry and his friends on the platform getting ready to board the train to Hogwarts. They had the hood of their cloaks up to hide their faces. Ron, Ginny and Hermione were standing with Mr. & Mrs. Weasley. The matriarch was being loud as usual; why Harry ever thought she was the motherly type he will never know. Harry stopped at the entrance of the train looking at the traitorous group. Ron had a scowl on his face as he looked around the station, Ginny was busy trying to hide the small patched, hand me down jeans.
While Hermione usually had her nose in a book, she was looking around the station frantically as if she lost something. But it was Mr. Weasley’s face that shocked him. Something was off with the passive man. Usually he would be smiling and wishing the best of luck for the coming year, but not this time. He looked a bit unbalanced as he looked at Ron and Ginny; did he know that they were not his children? Then as if sensing eyes on him, Mr. Weasley looked up and round the platform, his eyes landing on Harry. They stared at each other for a very long time until Mr. Weasley nodded his head then looked back down to his so called family.
Harry did not know what the hell just happened but he knew something was definitely off with Mr. Weasley. “His scent must have changed because Akasha, the pet snake that Tom had given to him to aide him in his mission to kill Dumbledore, hissed in his ear, “Massster what isss the matter, your ssscent changed.” Her tongue tickled his ear as she spoke. “Nothing to worry about Akasssha, ssssimply obssserving, you may go back to resssting. I will let you know when we have reached Hogwartssss.” He told her as he got on the train, trying to ignore that niggling feeling; he focused on finding his friends.
He told Draco and his friends to save a compartment for them; he did not want to be bothered with the traitors as of yet. He knew by the end of the train ride they would be dead, first will come the questions then the lecture. He was already in a bad mood because he had to leave Tom; he needed some time to prepare his mind for the night ahead. One thing he knows for sure he, Neville and Seamus decided they would not wear any more glamour’s. Things were changing and them along with it. He knew by the end of the school year, the Wizarding World would be rocked by the death of their beloved leader of the light.
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