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Crimson Ink	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 61620 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Pairing: Yaoi M/M, Harem – top Harry x bottom de-aged Severus / Tom / Lucius
Last Time:
‘how did you get free from your book?! Go back before you risk my immortality’ Voldemort ordered in parseltongue from his temporary snake body.
Tom smirked at the pathetic creature before him ‘oh no, I believe it’s time for a new arrangement’
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Harry was smiling as he looked up at the ceiling of his room after a bubble bath. It was finally sinking in that he wasn’t a freak here … it helped that Lucius told him he, like Draco, is not allowed in the kitchen no matter how good he cooks. Children, meaning both him and Draco, are not allowed near dangerous things like knives and they are to take sometime everyday to study. Narcissa and Tom are good teachers. He learned a lot in only a week and he feels stronger thanks to Severus’s potions and Lucius said the scar cream should be done so Severus will be coming again soon to help with the scars. Everything was different …
As he laid there looking at the ceiling with Vesta curled up next to him tears started falling from his eyes … for once in his short life he was starting to hope …
Vesta suddenly bolted upright and went to the window “what is it Vesta?” Harry asked as he hopped out of bed and went to the large window, which went very low so the small child could see outside “a monkey?” Harry mused and tilted his head in confusion when he saw a silvery mist in the shape of a monkey flying into the manor’s lower level. No noise was caused and he knew he knew very little about magic so he decided to settle back in bed with Vesta who seemed to lose interest in the oddity …
Late into the night something made Harry jolt out of bed. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt anxious. Vesta stretched lazily not sure what made her master waken so suddenly and seemed scared. The nature sprite sniffed the air for any threats and was alert in an instant as a foul smell hit her nose. It wasn’t just a physical smell, but it was actually something truly toxic to the very soul … dead magic …
“Vesta … something is wrong … can you help me get downstairs?” Harry asked quietly. He was really worried about Tom, Lucius and for some reason Severus who he thought left to stay at the place he teaches at. Something just felt so wrong and he wanted to be there. Vesta cast an illusion over herself and Harry so they would become invisible as the little boy opened the door. The pair snuck out of the room and down the steps. Everyone was found surrounding the fireplace where Barty, Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix were waiting with a … large snake? The snake slithered off of Bellatrix’s shoulder and towards Tom. As Harry and Vesta crept closer everyone formed a circle around the snake and Tom who was the only one seated in a chair …
‘arrangement? This is foolish! You are but a chunk of MY soul! You have no choices here! Get back in the diary!’ the snake spat harshly. Harry was stunned that he understood the snake, but he vaguely remembered hearing voices in his relatives garden right before seeing little grass snakes so maybe this was normal. He decided to ask Tom later …
‘you are the one without any choice here. We will fuse our broken soul back together or I will be destroyed’ Tom hissed casually not realizing his intended was nearby and freaking out …
‘destroyed?!’ the snake hissed in pure rage.
Tom glanced at the ring of people around him and they pointed their wands at Tom ‘I instructed them to kill me with. Since I’m a horcrux and getting down to our dear basilisk is not an option yet that means there’s only one option. They will have to burn me. I, of course, told them where the others are as well so you truly have no choice in the matter’ Tom said calmly hoping the Dark Lord takes the bait. If he makes it sound like he was still a single horcrux then he can catch the disembodied wizard off guard and take full control during the merge. He just hoped that the main soul fragment was too far gone mentally to question how it was that the youngest horcrux where the other fragments were or even that there were any others. By all accounts Tom should know nothing beyond the first 15 years of life, which held little as far as horcruxes go and nothing Voldemort’s other soul pieces except for Tom himself …
‘FOOL! YOU HAVE DOOMED THE BOTH OF US!’ the serpent snarled and hissed in pure rage unknowingly making little Harry flinch.
‘that’s fine with me … what you have done is disgusting. This isn’t what I wanted so I know you didn’t want this either. You allowed yourself to become completely derailed. You forgot our goal, about Dumbledore, about our friends one of which still haunts Hogwarts today and the other remains trapped in the Chamber of Secrets … and the worst is that you nearly killed our intended, OUR sweet little soulmate! … you should pay for all of it’ Tom said seriously.
The part about Tom’s ‘intended’ caught Harry’s attention. When Ms. Figg would ‘babysit’ him she would watch her shows as always and in these dramas he heard the term ‘soulmate’ before. If he recalled correctly there was a red thread tying the fingers of two people meant to be together or something like that. Soulmates are people meant to be together forever. Ms. Figg said it was a bunch of lies, but Harry smiled slightly as he remembered Narcissa words … things were different in magical world … maybe he has a soulmate waiting for him. An image of Lucius, Severus and Tom popped up in his mind, but Harry shook away the thought believing that he wouldn’t be that lucky to have one of them let alone all three …
‘soulmate? What a weak belief’ the snake scoffed.
Tom’s jaw clenched ever so slightly ‘far from it. Severus, Lucius and I felt our magic sing for a power wizard. Harry Potter to be exact, surprised?’ he smirked smugly as the snake lunged angrily only to be stunned by Bellatrix before he got too close to Tom … unaware that Harry was hearing everything ‘amazing coincidence isn’t it? The very child you happen to think was out to kill you turns out to be your soulmate. The only person who wouldn’t kill you. Hell, the boy was a bloody child so he posed no threat to begin with. Even after years he’s still too young to know about our bond, but no, like a coward you rushed into a potential trap, murdered your soulmate’s parents and tried to kill him … you deserved ending up in this pitiful state, I only hope Harry won’t hate me for your actions …. This conversation is over. Leave that snake and merge or …’ Tom looked at the others and nodded. Every wand began to send slight sparks and each witch and wizard began the incantation to burn Tom alive…
‘fine’ the snake twitched as a phantom like face of a much older man floated out of its body “you will all pay for this disloyalty” the ghost snarled.
“careful who you threaten. You aren’t the one in control here” Severus warned. Tom couldn’t help but remain silent for a moment and observe the ghostly face of Voldemort. The face wasn’t just older … it seemed almost disfigured as well. The Dark Lord looked vaguely inhuman. Inferi look very similar to the disturbing complexion. There was no way he’d look like that if he aged with a fully intact soul …
A pair of green eyes watched fearfully from behind the nature sprite’s powerful illusion as the ghostly thing lunged for Tom. The ghastly ghost dove into Tom’s body making the younger wizard double over in agony. Harry watched in horror as his friend seemed to be in a brutal fight that was taking place in his own body. No one was helping, but the child could see this wasn’t easy for them to watch. Severus was the one to give in and stepped forward to do something to help …
“Don’t! … he’s trying to … take over” Tom gasped and the potion master slowly stepped back. Though the fight was completely unseen even it was no doubt intense. Every other second there was a strong blast of magic. Some of the blasts felt Dark and foreboding, while the rest simply felt strong and healthy in comparison. Harry could tell that the healthy magic was Tom’s and jumped anxiously every time the magic pulsed through the air.
(Tom … please be ok) Harry pleaded mentally as his friend suddenly fell from his and laid in a motionless heap. A very tense silence loomed as they all waited to see who won the battle for the soul. Tom finally groaned in pain and tried to move. No one helped, but not for the reason you might think. All those who once held the Death Mark felt an odd sensation in their left forearm and were looking at it …
The mark changed!
Gone was the horrid skull and snake and in its place was the black silhouette of a whimsical vine. The vine twisted and crisscrossed in order to make a perfect pentagram. On one side of the pentagram the vine branched off and grew a couple inches towards their wrists. The vine branched off again on the opposite side and grew a few inches towards the inside of their elbows. This meant only one thing … Voldemort was finally gone!
“bloody hell … are you alright Tom?” Peter asked as Tom clutched his throat as if he was choking. Tom didn’t answer. He simply vomited and disturbing brownish gray sludge. Rodolphus grabbed Tom and pulled him away from the mess that began evaporating before their eyes. The foreboding feeling made everyone back away from the sludge, which was eerily similar to the feeling of the Dark Lord’s magic as it became fumes and floate like a toxic cloud.
“that’s dead magic” Tom gasped between breaths “Severus … can you and Lucius find a way to trap some? This might the only chance we’ll have to get a sample so we can figure out how to measure it … I sure as shit refuse to split my soul again to make any more” Tom grumbled tiredly.
Severus scoffed “none of us want that- … where is it going?”
The entire group looked on in shock as the dead magic vapors seemed to group together in a more defined cloud and floated towards the door. What no one saw was that Vesta was using her own magic to guide the fumes away from her little master’s range. The little fox moved the cloud outside and paid little attention as the witches and wizards followed in an attempt to catch it … save for Tom who was seated again trying to recover. She wasn’t about to let her master’s mates near this toxic gas, but if they wanted a safe means of handling it then she will give it to them.
With great care the nature sprite moved the cloud down into the earth several yards from the manor. Once the gas descended into the ground the earth shook slightly and then it exploded. What sprang from the dirt was completely unexpected …
Bellatrix looked at the familiar 7 foot tall tree “is this … a Whomping Willow?”
“indeed” Severus said as he cautiously approached the violent tree to examine it “a better question would be if Whomping Willows can be made with dead magic then what does the one at Hogwarts mean?”
Tom and the others pondered this possible breakthrough completely unaware of the little boy and fox sneaking back up to bed …
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Alecto and her brother, Amycus, looked around the squib’s home the next morning. They found previously written letters from Dumbledore and copies of her own …
“at least this bitch kept good records … it should be no problem mimicking her style” Amycus commented as he examined each of Ms. Figg’s letters that must’ve been copied in case something was discovered and she wanted to cover her ass. Sadly as the wizard skimmed each letter he felt sick to his stomach. The squib was almost too eager to report every terrible thing Harry was forced to endure “damn … and people call Death Eaters sick. False reports or otherwise we were never painted to be this deprived and I’m not just talking about what the muggles did. Look at how the squib describes every detail as if she wants to savor Harry’s pain … fuck … what Dumbledore responds with each time is even worse”
The female twin looked over her brother’s shoulder and scowled. The headmaster’s letters were mainly indifferent or asking for an increase in the treatment in a way that made this abuse towards Harry sound like it was nothing more than an experiment … a sick twisted experiment “yeah, I should’ve stayed to help Bellatrix for a couple hours. Maybe I can later if she leaves anything … It looks like Vernon Dursley lost his job three months ago and was demanding money from Dumbledore through the squib who has recently decided to also raise the price of her ‘babysitting’ or at least demanded it in this copy of the most recent letter… we’re going to have to do something with these kneazles” she frowned as the large number of cats came towards them. Kneazles tend to have strong bonds with their owners and can be pretty nasty if someone invades their master’s space, which these … did not “or not … you guys didn’t like the squib much, did you?” she asked and much to the twins’ amusement every single cat deadpanned as if sarcastically saying ‘why else would you still be alive?’ …
Amycus chuckled “yep, these guys are on our side here”
“so it seems, now lets get going. Severus says the squib bitch sends a report at the end of every month so we need to get everything straightened by next week” she said and the twins return to investigating the information in Ms. Figg’s feline infested home before casting a few charms around the Dursleys’ street so no one will notice the family’s disappearance …
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Peter came into Harry’s room just in time to see an old retracted scar on the little boy’s back pop back in place and fade away thanks to the cream Severus was applying to the scars “does that hurt Harry?”
“no” Harry said without even flinching as another scar faded away. He didn’t even shift from his spot on the bed.
Tom, Lucius and Peter frowned as Severus continued healing the scars. It’s not the most painful thing put there, but getting rid of certain scars can hurt. The pain tolerance this child shows was a bit unnerving though only because it really showed how much he’s gone through. That’s something that may never change, but the young child was coming out of his shell more and more. At least just enough to ask the occasional question …
“if everything Vernon and Petunia said were lies then what really happened to my parents?” Harry asked making it clear he no longer called them aunt or uncle. He remembered everything about Tom’s conversation with the mean wizard ghost from before and pieced everything together already. There was a way to shatter your soul somehow and the fragments are called horcruxes. The Tom he knew was a piece of a soul that was stuck in a diary. The mean talking ghost was perhaps the main piece that stayed in the body … the main piece turned evil and hurt a lot of people including his parents until the body was destroyed an Tom absorbed him back into a complete soul again. Even though Harry understood this he wanted to hear it from them … he did notice Tom flinch sharply and decided not to push the issue unless Tom wanted admit everything about his involvement with that.
Severus raised an eyebrow “really happened? … that sounds like you don’t believe what you were told. What story was that?” (Petunia you will suffer)
Harry flinched and dropped his eyes to his lap as Vesta curled up on his lap … it was clearly painful for the little boy to even think about “they said … they said my mother was a whore and my Dad was a drunk and they died in a car accident after ditching me. They said I was never wanted” he said sadly and flinched as the room became tense …
“that couldn’t possibly farther from the truth” Tom remarked firmly as he recalled how James and Lily confronted Voldemort. Neither were trained Aurors or duelists by any means, but they fought fiercely in order to protect Harry and willingly died for him. knowing this made Tom wonder what Harry would think if he knew the full truth about Voldemort … the possibility that his intended might hate him made him freeze … he just couldn’t bring himself to say anymore …
Severus understood Tom’s reluctance to say any more for they both regretfully had a part to play in the tragedy and continued the story as he dabbed some more of the white cream on a nasty scar near Harry’s ribs “I know for a fact that your mother wasn’t like that at all. She was a truly kind person and a powerful witch who loved you dearly. Peter knows more about your father … I knew the man, but we didn’t get along to say the least”
“that’s an understatement” Lucius scoffed ignoring the glare sent his way “but to make it clear Harry your parents were powerful and talented in their own ways. The Dark Lord known as Voldemort believed in a prophecy that someone powerful enough to stop him would be born. He thought it was you and came after you. Your parents died protecting you and something happened that night that in turn destroyed Voldemort’s body when he tried to hurt you … understand Harry? You were loved and still are” Lucius said softly making Harry smile happily.
“Severus and I will get you some pictures of your parents for you” Peter promised glad the see the little boy happy. The potion master finished healing the scars even the lightening bolt annoyance Harry wasn’t fond of. Frankly no one wanted Harry to be a symbol for the light, but if they had to they’ll place a glamour to make the lightening bolt scar appear again. Until then Harry will do what he wants free from all scars, which at the moment is getting dressed and being dragged away by Draco to play. Peter sighed as the four adult wizards strolled out of the room and downstairs “that kid has gone through far too much”
Tom sighed sadly “yes … far too much” he said absentmindedly as he watched Narcissa start playing a game with the little boys in order to distract them from the large serpent who survived being possessed by a Dark Lord and was recovering on a make shift bed/heating rock. The snake’s name was Nagini and she wanted to stay with Tom after learning that he was a snake speaker.
“you will both have to tell Harry eventually” Peter commented referring to the roles Severus and Tom played in Harry’s life. They passed the kids playing their games and snuck into the cellars. Since his comment was ignored he moved to a different subject “I contacted my friend and he just sent a letter back saying he is happy to help. He is trustworthy and he will have no problem staying in contact since he is taking a teaching position at Hogwarts, which he starts in the next school year. Don’t hex him on sight Severus. He isn’t as irritating as he seems. He just loves messing with people”
Severus huffed as he saw Bellatrix trying find out how the muggle contraption called a lawnmower worked as the starved traumatized muggles, golem and squib cowered in their cells praying she doesn’t figure it out “fine. What’s my new colleague’s name?”
“Quirinus Quirrell” Peter answered as the potion master stepped forward to help Bellatrix start the machine. The rumble of the machine was soon followed by bloodcurdling screams …
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