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  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
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      Published: 2007-03-31 Completed: 2007-05-25 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 10675
****** My Hero ******
by ShadowNixxie [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     What will happen when the Dark Lord Voldemort hears a cry for help
     even he cannot ignore?
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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***** In Which Our Story Begins *****
  Siren’s eyes widen as she spots the demons running towards her. They looked
relatively normal, save for the sticks up their arses and the immaculate suits…
  Oh no, it’s worse than demons! It’s LAWYERS!!!! She runs screaming for the
                      hills, “I SWEAR IT’S NOT MINE!!!!”
                     Warning!!! Non-Con in this chapter!!!
                                  Chapter One
                           In Which Our Story Begins
                                        
                            IXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
A newly regenerated Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord,
You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, etc… stood in front of the mirror,
marvelling at his thirty year old body. His ebony hair was cut short with just
a sprinkling of grey at the temples, his eyes were a forest green with a thin
ring of crimson around the edge. He stood at 6’3” and was lithely muscled.
Currently he was dressed in a pair of black Acromentula silk pants, a blood red
dress shirt, and an open black robe, threaded with silver embroidery.
He was mentally thinking of what he should give his prized spy and Potions
Master, Severus Snape, as a reward for his hard work returning him to his
natural body when, out of nowhere, a voice screamed inside his head, filled
with agony, desperation, and panic. “Oh, PLEASE, MERLIN NO! Not again! Please,
Gods! JUST END IT ALL NOW!!! Someone… HELP!” The agony and terror that filled
the voice was palpable.
Once back on his feet from where the plea had sent him tumbling to the floor,
he swept into action. No one would be able to ignore that cry… even an old Dark
Lord like him. Without a second thought, he immediately apperated to where the
mental signal was coming from.
He arrived on a quiet muggle street. The night was dark, but the pale moon
shone brightly, occasionally covered by dark grey clouds. The stars twinkled
brightly, giving no hint as what he was about to walk into.
Tom looked around and noticed that all the houses looked exactly alike, all
perfect in their normalcy, yet abnormal in their perfection. He sneered and
walked forward, searching out the source of the pleas. He stopped outside of
Number Four, looking around and noticing nothing different from the others.
At least until a scream sounded from a barred window he hadn’t noticed before,
quickly followed by the sound of a harsh slap and a rough shout of, “Shut up,
you fucking freak!” The man’s eyes flashed red and he stalked towards the door,
not realizing that he really wasn’t supposed to have made it that close to the
house at all.
The door unlocked with a wave of his hand and waltzed into the eerily clean
house. The whole place was dark. Obviously, the other occupants of the place
must be in bed, ignoring what was going on. He growled low in his throat and
silently slunk up there stairs. As he reached the top, he could smell the blood
and semen, feel the pain, terror, and helplessness, and hear the pig-like
grunts and quiet sobs.
His stomach turned violently as he flashed back to his own childhood at the
orphanage, but he quelled it with effort. Gliding the rest of the way to the
only door with a crack of light coming from under it and several locks, he
pushed it open. His face filled with fury as he saw a skinny young man, covered
in bruises, lash marks and cuts from which blood was flowing freely, held down
on a tiny blood covered bed being brutally raped by a man that looked like an
abnormally large walrus.
The boy was crying softly, face on a dirty and stained pillow, no doubt to
muffle the sounds he was making. His arms were held, in one hand of the man’s,
behind his back, while the man’s other hand was digging into the teen’s hip.
Furious that anyone was being treated in such a manner, Tom burst through the
door, wand raised, and a flash of green light encompassed the fat man. He then
walked over and knocked the man from the bed and teen with one swift kick to
the side. He turned over the teen to see that he had finally sunk into
darkness.
Giving a thankful sigh, he brushed the blood and sweat drenched and matted hair
from the young man’s forehead only to gasp in shock to see a very, very
familiar lightning bolt scar standing out starkly against the white of the
boy’s blood streaked and bruised face. Even more furious than before, Tom
hissed out, “Accio Harry Potter’s things!”
As he thought about it, he wondered why he hadn’t realized it sooner. The only
person who would ever be able to bypass his Occlumency walls would be this
teenager, due to the link from the failed attempt at his life on Halloween all
those years ago.
A crash from downstairs and a worn trunk came flying upstairs, as well as
several things from underneath the bed. Curious, Tom looked under it to see a
floorboard off to the side of a large whole in the wood panelling. He smirked,
Well, the boy’s resourceful, then stood up, placing the items from under the
bed in the trunk and shrinking it before wrapping Harry up in a blanket. With
another wave of his wand, a fiery message to Dumbledore floated in the air, and
they portkeyed away to Slytherin Manor.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
Tom carried Harry to one of the best guest rooms and laid him gently down on
the bed. After calling a House Elf, he informed it to bring Severus Snape and
Narcissa Malfoy immediately with supplies to heal a severely injured patient.
The elf quickly popped out to deliver the message. Five minutes later, there
was a loud knock at the door. Tom simply waved his hand, not moving an inch
from the chair he was in at Harry’s bedside. The Lady Malfoy and Potions Master
hurried to the side of their Lord. As they went to bow, he just waved them off,
motioning to the teen on the bed. Knowing that it must be serious, they quickly
began to work on the young man.
When Severus went to clean the cuts and bruises on Harry’s face he froze and
quietly asked, “My Lord?” Tom looked at him, sadness and fury in his eyes, “I
know who it is, just continue.” Severus nodded and the two got back to work on
the teen. Two hours later, they collapsed, exhausted, on to two chairs beside
their Lord.
Tom summoned his pensieve and extracted the memory of that evening. “Severus,
Narcissa, I assure you that I did not do this. Watch this.” He motioned them to
the pensive and they entered it, warily. They came back out ten minutes later,
both pale and shaky. “I-I never knew…never thought!” Severus whispered.
“Never!”
Narcissa had tears in her eyes as she looked at the boy on the bed. Tom just
sighed and pulled himself from his own deeply buried memories.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
Harry moaned and turned over, his eyes fluttering open. The first thing he saw
was the elegant emerald green velvet of the canopy. He looked around confused
to meet the green and red eyes of a concerned Tom Riddle. He sat up, wand in
his hand, “What the fuck…how the fuck…?” he sighed and lowered his wand,
“…Fuck…” and flopped back down onto the bed.
“Fuck it…just Avada me now…” Tom chuckled slightly, “Now why would I do that?”
Harry groaned, “Great… you spend the past fifteen years of my life trying to
kill me when I just wanted to survive. Now that I couldn’t give a shit less,
you’ll make me suffer.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “Actually, I want to help you. By the way, your wand was
masterfully concealed. No one found it.” Harry snorted, “If you lived with my
relatives, you would find ways to hold onto your only lifeline as well.” Tom’s
expression darkened. “I’d say, ‘I can imagine’, but I don’t have to. I lived
through the same kinds of thing at the orphanage I grew up in. I also heard
your call and came to get you.”
Harry snorted, “Great Merlin…please tell me that fat bastard is dead!” Tom
smirked at him, “Indeed, he is.” Harry arched his eyebrow, “Did you torture
him?” curiosity and eagerness filled his voice. The Dark Lord shook his head,
“Unfortunately, I was rather pissed off and just ‘Avada’ed him.” “Damn!” Harry
swore.
Tom arched his eyebrow once more. “What?” Harry asked, “Surly you can
understand a rather overwhelming need to torture someone who’s hurt you?” The
man just smirked.
“Are you hungry?” “Bloody starved.” “When was the last time you were allowed to
eat?” Harry shrugged, “The Leaving Feast.” Tom growled, “Fucking muggles!” He
snapped his fingers and another house elf appeared, “Some chicken both and a
glass of pumpkin juice, please. As well as a Nutrition Potion.”
The elf bowed and popped away.
Harry looked at Tom, “Why aren’t you acting all insane?” The man rolled his
eyes, “Thanks to Severus, the remainders of the curse that was cast on me when
I was fifteen have been nullified. I’m no longer an insane megalomaniac. My
aims have become clear once more. I’m not obsessed with killing you.”
“I don’t know whether to be relieved or depressed.” Harry frowned. Tom rolled
his eyes, “I do enjoy the power the Dark Arts give you and seeing people writhe
in pain.”
Harry smirked and nodded, “Yes, seeing someone else in agony other than oneself
is rather soothing. You have no idea how hard it is to pretend to be
sympathetic when one of those idiotic Gryffindors blows up a cauldron or gets
hit with a messed up hex.”
Tom arched an eyebrow, “I hear you blow up your fair share of cauldrons.” Harry
nodded, “Yes, but it’s calculated. No one is ever hurt and it’s always flashy
and attention drawing. If I was really that incompetent, do you think that I
would carefully add three beetle wings to a seventh stage Dreamless Sleep
potion with the intent to get silver smoke, green sparks and a pink potion.
Then stir it three times clockwise and make it turn yellow with green smoke and
blue sparks? Of course not. I could ace all of my classes if I actually wanted
too, but it’s so much easier watching everyone when you let someone else out
shine you.”
Tom laughed, “You, Harry, are pure enigma.” The teen smirked, “Thank you.”
A voice from the door pulled their attention away, “Mr. Potter, I would
appreciate it if you would cease blowing up cauldrons in my class and just
followed the directions set, no matter how ingenious or intentional it is.”
Severus Snape entered and bowed to his lord.
Harry snorted, “Oh, like you can’t see the advantages, Professor. No one looks
at you twice if you’re average. I only excel at DADA because I’m supposed to.
Can you imagine what the twits would think if I pretended that I couldn’t fight
my way out of a wet paper bag?”
“Yes,” Tom drawled, “They’d run screaming and panicking for the hills because
their Saviour can not save them.”
“Exactly!” Harry said. “Yet, if I was at the top of everything, like Hermione,
it’d be ‘Oh, he’s just an attention seeking brat! A Know-It-All! Teacher’s
Pet!’ It’s best to pretend to be something you’re not and stay in the shadows
than be hailed as something you despise and always in the spotlight.”
“One of the Slytherin mottos. Tell me, Mr. Potter, which House did you talk the
Hat out of before it flung you to the lions?”
“Why the House of the Noble Serpents, of course. Even as an Ickle-Firstie, I
knew the problems my being in Slytherin would cause. So I prevented it. I truly
was as clueless the first three months as I seemed to be. But then, lo and
behold, guess what I got for Yule! Unsigned, of course, with just the right
amount of sentimentality in the small note to keep me from questioning it, as
well as ‘Use it well’.”
The two men raised an eyebrow. “An Invisibility Cloak, of course. ‘You’re
father left this in my possession before he died. I believe it’s time it is
returned to you. Use it well.’ Dumbledore sure knows how to manipulate people.
However, he forgot one very important thing in his scheme.”
The two looked at him curiously. Harry smirked back and said, “Never
underestimate or try to manipulate the unknown. You just might be the one
caught in a trap. I began sneaking into the Library after hours. Quickly I
excelled at my studies, yet remained average in classes. I studied everything I
could get my hands on. As of the end of this previous year, I have read each
and every book in the Library. Every single one.”
His look turned thoughtful, “At least all the ones I could get to. There’s
still Rowena’s Section that I only found a few months ago. I need to find a
password for that.”
“Rowena’s Section?” Severus asked, skeptically. Harry nodded, “Yeah, it’s at
the back of the Library. Or the entrance is anyway. The staircase is right next
to that portrait of her’s, across from the Dark Arts part of the Restricted
Section.”
The Potions Master snorted, “Indeed? That space is black wall and there’s no
portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw in the Hogwarts Library.”
“Actually, Severus,” Tom interjected, “There is. Hogwarts only shows it to whom
Rowena would have approved and all of the Hogwarts Heirs. The password, Harry,
is actually the school motto.”
The teen looked at him incredulously, “Never tickle a sleeping dragon?! You
must be joking!” Tom shook his head, “No, I’m not. Though I an quite surprised
that you know your Latin.” “Oh, please tell me your pulling my leg! Any decent
student should have a very thorough grounding in Latin…or at the very least, a
Latin-English dictionary. You can make up spells, and have them work, with the
right words and a wave of your wand!”
“Truly?” Tom looked interested. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tried!” The man
shook his head and Harry sighed exasperatedly, “Take this for example,” Harry
waved his wand and said, “Conjuris draconis minuta” A small red dragon with
black eyes popped into existence in front of Harry and flew up to his shoulder,
nuzzling his ear. Harry smiled at the beast before pointing his wand at the
creature and muttering, “Finite”
The Dark Lord and his Potions Master had identical looks of shock on their
faces. Harry just rolled his eyes. His face turned serious again, “What are you
planning on doing with me?” He asked. Severus snorted, “You’re just asking that
now?” Tom shook his head, “Severus, you should have been in here earlier to
here his rant about how, now that he doesn’t care if he lives or dies, I decide
that I don’t want to kill him.”
Harry scowled, “I’m sure it was greatly amusing to you, Tom, but you have to
give me some leeway. For Merlin’s sake, I had just woken up in a strange bed,
completely healed, next to the man who’s been trying to off me for the past
fifteen years.”
“Yes, and I believe you cursed five times in the space of two minutes. You
should have seen it Sev, ‘Fuck it…just Avada me now…’.”
The Professor smirked, “Quite a mouth you have, there, Mr. Potter.” Harry just
flipped him off.
“Actually, in answer to your question, I’m planning on keeping you here for
awhile. Making sure you recover, and, quite possibly, train you a bit.” Tom
told him. Harry nodded, “Alright.” “Now…how about some of that soup Blinky
brought?” Harry looked at the side table to see the goblet of pumpkin juice and
bowl of chicken broth Tom had called for earlier. Severus handed him the
Nutrition Potion.
Harry nodded, knocked down the potion like a shot of whiskey, and began to
slowly eat the broth.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
A few days later and Tom finally declared him fit to leave the bed. The first
thing Harry did was make a beeline for the shower. He hadn’t been able to bathe
for over a month. He felt filthy. Especially where Vernon touched him. Harry
shivered under the spray, he could still feel the man’s hands on his body.
Feeling, caressing, pinching, hurting.
Without noticing, Harry began to scrub his skin harder, scratching and scraping
at his skin. The water ran down the drain, tinged pink with blood, and rivulets
ran from the places where Harry had drawn the blood. He slowly slid down the
wall and onto the floor, still scrubbing. That’s how Tom found him a few
minutes later.
Tom had entered Harry’s room to find an empty bed. He furrowed his brow for a
moment before hearing the shower running. He walked over to the door and
knocked. Not getting a response, he knocked louder, “Harry?” There was no
answer. He frowned, then called, “I’m coming in, Harry!” and opened the door.
Tom walked over to the shower stall and knocked on the glass, “Harry, are you
alright?” He looked down and saw some of the water leaking out from under the
door. “What the hell causes pink water?” His eyes widened and he cursed,
opening the door to the shower. He waved his wand, stopping the flow from the
showerhead and looked down.
Harry sat on the floor, eyes blank and staring at the wall, knees pulled up
close to his chest, scrubbing hard. Tom sighed as he saw that the teen’s skin
was raw and bleeding in several places. His hips, his arms, his legs, his
shoulders, what he could reach of his back, and his stomach were all bleeding
slowly.
Tom stepped in, flicking his wand and drying everything, and knelt next to
Harry. He gently grasped the teen’s chin and tilted his head so that their eyes
met. “Harry?” No response, “Harry.” A slight glimmer of light entered his eyes
before returning to nothing. “Harry!” The teen snapped to consciousness.
He looked confused, “Tom?” The man sighed in relief. “Come on, Harry. Let’s get
you healed and dressed.” “What?” Tom gave a pointed look at the wounds on
Harry’s arms. The teen looked down and his eyes widened, “What the hell did I
do?!” The Dark Lord looked amused, “Well, it looks as if you tried to scrub
your skin off.
Harry shot him a venomous look and stood up, showing no sign of the pain his
skin had to be causing him. He reached for the robe next to the shower and
slipped it on before heading back to the bedroom, Tom trailing close behind
him. Wordlessly, the man left, only to return a few moments later with a medium
sized tub of light green cream.
He helped Harry out of the robe and methodically began to rub the salve into
the other’s skin, watching as they healed swiftly. Harry just kept his head
lowered and did what Tom asked.
When all the wounds were gone and his skin soothed, Harry slowly raised his
head and looked into the Dark Lord’s green and red eyes and whispered a
heartfelt, “Thank you.” Tom quirked a small grin, “It was nothing, little
Wraith.” Harry smiled at him and looked around, before putting the robe back
on. Then he sat back down on the bed while Tom sat on the same chair his was in
when Harry woke up.
“We’ll need to get you some decent clothes.” Harry flushed, “It’s all the
Durslys would give me.” Tom scowled but ignored it in favour of a different
topic. “Harry, what happened in the shower?”
The teen suddenly found the floor incredibly interesting, “I just felt his
hands. Everywhere. Touching, marking, claiming…” “You need to replace those
hands, little Wraith.” he said, then, “How long has that been going on?” Tom
asked softly.
Harry chuckled bitterly, “He’s been beating me since I can remember… but that,
that has been going on since I was seven. When I got my Hogwarts letter, he
stopped for awhile. But after Second Year, when he got pissed due to lay-offs
at Grunnings, he came home and blamed me. When my magic didn’t react and no one
barged in to get him, he figured it was safe and it all started again.”
Tom released an explosive sigh and waved his wand, conjuring some clothes for
the teen. Harry thanked him and dressed in the black slacks and emerald green
shirt that had appeared. The man rose and beckoned to Harry, “Follow me.”
Curious, Harry was lead out of the room and down to the dungeons. Tom stopped
outside of a set of elaborately carved wooden doors.
He looked at Harry and said, “This is our duelling and training room.” He
opened the doors to expose a room ten times the size of the Great Hall at
Hogwarts. On one side was a bunch of black mats and a bunch of different
weapons, at the back of the room was a large duelling platform, and on the
other side were several dummies and a large piece of black stone.
Tom lead him over to the stone, “It’s spelled to absorb curses and hexes, and
the dummies will tell you the strength of a spell and it’s effects. It’s a
rather handy stress remover when you don’t have anyone to torture.” Harry
smirked. “You’re welcome to use it at anytime. As a matter of fact, you’re
welcome to use any room in the Manor. I’d advise staying away from the Meeting
Hall during nights, though.”
Harry nodded and thanked the man. Tom smiled and left the room, “Be good,
little Wraith. I don’t want to have to remodel the whole place.” Harry’s laugh
followed him through the doors and Tom’s heart flipped at the joyous sound.
Harry looked at one of the dummies and imagined it with Vernon’s face. Smirking
maliciously, Harry began throwing hexes at the thing, wondering what the number
173 meant. After a good hour of this, Harry felt more relaxed than he ever had
before and began exploring the room a bit more.
In another corner, Harry found an entire selection of muggle gym equipment. His
eye quickly caught the punching bag and he began wailing on it, grinning
insanely as he thought about who it could be. First Vernon, the reasons were
self explanatory, then his friends for never noticing, Draco and his cronies
for always being on his back about no one loving him and having no parents, it
hit far too close to home, Remus, for never being there when he was younger and
too dependent on Dumbledore to help him.
Bellatrix, for taking the only person to ever truly love him away. He and
Sirius had been planning to slip away from everyone and the Order. Going
somewhere where they could actually live.
And finally, Dumbledore himself, for making him live with the Durslys in the
first place, acting like he never knew what went on in that house, setting him
up on all those little adventures, not getting him out of the Triwizard
Tournament, manipulating him at every point, turning his friends into spies,
and trying to slip under Harry’s guard by acting like he actually cared about
Harry. The teen scoffed, he knew better, he was just a weapon to the old fool.
Harry hit the bag one last time before sitting down, sweat dripping off of him.
He had taken the shirt off over an hour ago, forgetting to throw up his
Concealing Charms.
The red scars from his latest round at the Durslys stood out starkly against
the pink and silver of old ones. His back was a mess of crisscrossed scars from
Vernon’s belt, his shoulders and lower back were covered in teeth marks, where
Vernon had claimed him. His front had ‘Freak’ and ‘Whore’ carved into it
several times, the largest across his chest. He also had a large jagged scar
from the top of the back of his right shoulder that curled down across his
chest and ended just below his belly button.
His arms were marked where Vernon’s nails had dug in and where the belt had
missed his back before. There was also a thick cross scar on each wrist, where
Harry had attempted to take his life when he was fourteen.
Unnoticed to him, someone had heard the sounds of his ire and had joined him in
the room, watching wide eyed as he wailed on the punching bag. Silver eyes
gazed at him in astonishment. Of course, the owner of said eyes had no idea who
he was watching. Due to the Nutrition Potions, Harry had shot up about half a
foot, making him 6’3”, and had broadened his shoulders and firmed up his
muscles. His hair had started to grow, now coming just past his ears and
curling.
Harry sighed and summoned a towel, not noticing he wasn’t holding his wand, and
mopped the sweat from his face and chest. He turned around to meet the shocked
and hungry eyes of Draco Malfoy and threw up his concealing charms. The blond
pouted, “Damn, those were sexy.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think so. I’ve lived a life of near constant
abuse. I see them as reminders of a past to soon forget.” He cocked his head to
the side, “What are you doing here?”
Malfoy shrugged, “My father had to come for a meeting with the Dark Lord and I
got dragged along. I heard noises coming from in here and decided to check it
out.” Harry rolled his eyes, “Awfully nosy, aren’t you, Malfoy?” The blond
sputtered and made to retort but Harry went over to the black stone and started
shooting curses at it.
Malfoy left, face red in anger. Harry just smirked and continued hexing the
poor piece of stone. An hour later, several Death Eaters entered the room, Lord
Malfoy at the front of the pack, and spotted him. They narrowed their eyes and
stalked forward. Malfoy reached out his hand and forcefully turned Harry
around.
“Who the hell are you?!” Harry narrowed his eyes and hissed, “How is that any
business of yours?” Malfoy snarled, “Don’t talk to me that way! Do you have any
idea who I am?” Harry snarled himself and answered, “You’re Lucius Bloody
Malfoy, that’s Apollo Knott, Gregory Goyle Senior, Victor Crabbe, and Alabade
Parkinson. Not that it matters any!”
Lucius drew himself up to full height, grabbed Harry’s chin, and spoke angrily,
“You’ll pay attention to your superiors and betters, boy! Now, who the bloody
hell are you, brat?”
Harry’s eyes flashed and he jerked away from the man before hissing, “No one is
superior or better than I am! Especially not an arrogant arsehole like
yourself. If you ever lay a hand on me again, it’ll be severed!” Lucius raised
his fist, but he was blasted back several feet. Harry stood, face furious,
holding his wand in front of him.
The others snarled and drew their own wands, beginning to throw curses at the
teen.
All hell broke loose as Harry became severely pissed off and his aura flared, a
mixture of emerald green and black, unfurling to about ten feet from his body.
With in five minutes, Harry had all the idiots trussed up like chickens on the
floor and staring at him in fear and disbelief.
Clapping was heard off to the side and a smirking Tom Riddle made his way over
to the enraged teen. Harry looked at the man in incredulity, “Just how long
were you standing there and watching that?” Tom shrugged, “Long enough.”
Harry’s aura began to flare again and the teen opened his mouth but Tom,
looking uneasy, elaborated, “Just the past two minutes. It looked like you had
them handled and I figured it would teach them a lesson.”
Harry calmed and Tom smirked again, “It also allowed me to see your potential.
Did you know that the Inner Circle Death Eaters are trained passed the point of
aurors and Unspeakables?” Harry raised an eyebrow and the Dark Lord continued,
“And that you just brought down five of them in five minutes?”
Harry shook his head sadly and sighed exaggeratingly, “What’s the world coming
to when the Top Evil Dark Minions of the Dark Lord can’t even beat the sixteen
year old Saviour of the Light?” Harry flicked his hair back off of his face,
exposing his scar and the five Death Eaters gaped.
Tom chuckled merrily, “I just don’t know, little Wraith. Now,” he said,
switching subjects, “did you manage to put the room to good use?” Harry
smirked, “If you mean beating the shit out of a punching bag and one of those
dummies and hurling hexes upon hexes at that wall, then, yes, I did.”
Harry’s look turned thoughtful, “Tom, what’s the number that appears above the
dummies after each curse?” “It’s the amount of power behind the spell. What
number did you get, Harry?” Harry shrugged, “No set number, it kept going from
between 170 and 240.”
“Excuse me?” Tom asked, incredulous. “One seventy and two forty…why?” “Let’s
see then.” Harry shrugged and walked over to the target area. He shot off a
Bone Breaking Curse, a Disarming Hex, and a Cruciatus. Tom raised his eyebrow
at the last one, “The Unforgivables, Harry?” The teen shrugged, “Why not?
You’re right, the rush of power is amazing. Bordering on orgasmic, really.”
The dummy began to read off the numbers, first was the Bone Breaking Curse. It
got a 185. Harry’s Disarming Hex got a 210 and Cruciatus got… Harry blinked,
“Well, that’s different. I guess they really do amplify your power, don’t
they?” Harry turned to see a speechless, wide eye Tom staring at the flashing
gold 395.
“Tom? Tom! OI! RIDDLE!” The man broke out of his shock and closed his mouth,
“Harry, let me tell you how that dummy is set up. The highest level person to
use one of these was Dumbledore. His power level is read as a 100. Now watch.”
Tom tossed is own Cruciatus curse at the dummy and it read 99.
“That’s the highest anyone but Dumbledore has ever gotten on one of those
things. You have surpassed him almost three times! Harry, you are the most
powerful wizard since Merlin.” Harry arched an eyebrow before sighing, “Bloody
wonderful…will I ever be normal?” Tom chuckled and shook his head, “Look at it
this way, Harry. For an incredibly powerful wizard, you are normal. We’ve all
lead rather adventurous lives.”
Harry cracked a smile, “Tom?”
“Yes, Harry?”
“Please stop calling me Harry. My real first name is Hadrian, and if you must
shorten it, Hade, then. Honestly, what the bloody hell was everyone thinking
when they began calling me ‘Harry’?”
Tom laughed and together they left the duelling room. The five tied up Death
Eaters in the room squeaked as the lights shut off and left them in darkness.
The voices of the duo carried back to then through the doors, “Are you just
going to leave them in there, Tom?” “Yes, Hade, I am.” “For how long?” “At
least overnight.”
Hadrian’s laughter echoed around them before fading away several minutes later.
The Death Eaters heard the sound of several sets of small claws running across
the stone floor. Malfoy felt something furry brush by his head, then bite down
on his ear. His scream, followed by the muffled yells and cries of the other
Death Eaters rebounded around the manor before a house elf got sick of it and
put up a Silencing Charm on the group.
                             IXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
***** In Which Our Lord Finds a Second and Our Second Finds a Lord *****
Leave me alone!!! I don’t have any money, you b-----!!!
 
Warning: Slash Lemon and Rape Scene Towards the End of Chapter
 
                             IXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
The next day, the five Inner Circle Death Eaters went home, refusing to speak
of anything that happened. When Hadrian heard this, he laughed loudly while
commenting, “You’d think that a few illusionary rats would be a piece of cake
for tough Death Eaters!”
Tom smiled at the teen, “What did you do, Hade?” Hadrian looked at him
innocently, “I didn’t do anything, Tom.” A small silver halo appeared above his
head. Just poking out of his hair, were two little red horns. Tom snorted, “You
little imp, what’d you do?”
Hade smiled, “Just made illusionary rats appeared, with a spell to make them,
and anything they cause, seem real to the idiots until they leave the room”
“What do you mean, ‘and anything they do’?” Tom arched an eyebrow. Hade
smirked, “They, uh, may have bitten and scratched them up a bit.”
Tom shook his head, amused. “Come on, let’s go to Diagon Alley.” Hade smiled
and they tossed glamours over themselves before stepping into the fireplace and
disappearing with a flash of green flame and a wisp of smoke.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
They landed gracefully and stepped out of the fireplace completely clean of
soot. Immediately, all talk in the pub died down. Together, the two raised
their eyebrows and the people turned beck to what ever they were doing, talking
louder than before.
Tom and Hade looked at each other, amused, and stalked from the pub and into
Diagon Alley, looking intimidating together with their robes flaring out behind
them.
After a trip to Gringotts, Tom lead Hade to Prosperous Alley, the wealthy
section of Diagon. Hade was whirled from shop to shop. When they finally
stopped, arms loaded with bags, Hade turned to Tom, “I would never have thought
that you were a shop-a-holic.” The disguised Dark Lord just smirked and lead
Hade off again.
The two were greatly amused to see that no one had yet heard of Hade’s
disappearance. The teen shrugged, “It wouldn’t surprise me if Dumbledore didn’t
know yet.”
Tom shook his head, “No, he knows. He did the same thing with me when I was in
the orphanage. Monitored me constantly, but did nothing to help. Even when I
asked to stay at Hogwarts during summers, I was denied. Later, I found out that
Hogwarts does let students in our position stay. Three others in my class were
allowed to stay during the summers, but I was denied. Just like five others in
your class do the same.”
“That bloody bastard!”
“Indeed.”
Hade sighed and leaned back against the chair he was in. They were eating lunch
at a small café in Muggle London, planning on getting those clothes next.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Hade looked to Tom, smirking,
and said, “So when are you inducting me?”
Tom, who was taking a drink of his tea, swallowed it wrong and was sent into a
coughing fit. A couple of minutes later, and Hade still sniggering, Tom, eyes
watering, asked, “WHAT?!”
Hade favored him with an amused look and repeated, slowly, “When. Are. You.
Inducting. Me?”
Fully recovered, Tom just arched an eyebrow, “And what makes you think I want
your skinny little arse in my Death Eaters?”
Hade sniggered again, “Well, that fact that I’m apparently more powerful than
you or Dumbles, that I’m amazingly intelligent, that I have an enormous spell
repertoire, that I also am pretty damned good with muggle weapons, including
the sword, katana, and daggers, and,” Hade smiled and finished with a mockingly
arrogant, “I am fifty times better looking than any of your other Death
Eaters.”
Tom smirked, “Actually, I don’t want you in my Death Eaters.” Hade raised and
eyebrow and Tom waited for Hade to take his own sip of tea before saying, “I
want you as my Second-In-Command.”
The coughing fit Hade endured sent Tom into hysterics.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
Later on at Slytherin Manor, Tom and Hade were talking in the Dark Lord’s
study.
“Why in Merlin’s name do you want me as your Second-In-Command?” Hade asked,
incredulous. Tom sighed, he had already gone over this several times with the
teen, “I mean, I’m a pathetic little almost sixteen year old! I haven’t even
finished Hogwarts, yet! And it’s not fair to the others who’ve had to work
their way up in your ranks! I’d be happy to be a regular Death Eater! Not even
in the Inner Circle!!!”
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Hade! You. Are. An. Excellent. Leader! You also know a
great deal and can teach my Death Eaters quite a few things. Even my Inner
Circle ones! I want you as my Second! I won’t have anyone else as my Second! No
one else has the power, knowledge, or skills that I need, in a Second, but you!
If you won’t be my Second, you’re not getting in my Death Eaters at all!”
Hade pouted, “You’re mean!”
Tom smirked, “Yes, I am. You’ve known this for years now, Hade.”
The teen sighed dramatically, “Oh, alright. I’ll be your Second. Are you
happy?”
In response, Tom got up and did a little victory jig, giving much amusement to
his new Second, who looked shock for a few moments before bursting out
laughing.
“Oh, oh, Great Merlin!” He gasped, once Tom sat down, “I never thought I’d see
the day when the Great Dark Lord Voldemort would do a victory dance! And it was
over me joining him!”
Tom frowned, “You give yourself far too little credit, Hade.” Tom suddenly
smiled, “Anyway, I can be myself around you. No real expectations. I don’t have
to act the essence of evil.”
“Tom,” Hade pointed out, “You are the essence of evil.” Tom pouted, “Am not!”
Hade sniggered, “I guess, when you put it like that… You’re the essence of a
four year old!”
The brunette teen ducked an expertly aimed pillow and fell to the floor in
hysterics. The Dark Lord crossed his arms and pouted, proving Hade’s point.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
(Semi-graphic rape scene)
Hade was sitting in his room at Number Four Privet Drive, reading one of his
extra books he picked up in Diagon Alley last year. He was scribbling notes in
the margins and chewing the tip of the sugar quill. He looked out of the
window, at the full moon, and thinking about Remus when the door to his room
was thrown open and Vernon stomped inside.
The teen paled and hastily stood up as the walrus-like man re-locked the
door…from the inside. Hade pressed himself against the corner, trying to melt
into the wall, when Vernon turned around. The teen could smell the liquor on
his breath and shuddered. The huge man smiled menacingly and began to advance
on the almost sixteen year old.
“You think that wall’s going to save you, freak? Think again!”
Vernon lunged and gabbed a fistful of Hade’s hair and dragged the teen down to
the middle of the floor, kicking and punching him. Hade whimpered and tried to
curl into a ball, but Vernon held him down. Soon, his shirt was ripped off,
Vernon’s belt was biting into his back, and he was biting his lip hard enough
to draw blood.
He whimpered again as the rest of his clothes were ripped off and Vernon began
running his hands over his naked body. “Shut up, you freak whore. I know you
like this, you fucking pouf!” The man grabbed Hade’s hair again and pulled him
to his knees, bending him over the side of the bed and violently entering the
teen.
Hade scream was filled with agony and Vernon hit him hard in the face, “Shut
up, you fucking freak!” He grabbed a fistful of Hade’s hair and shoved his face
into the pillow and mattress. When Hade tried to fight again, he grabbed both
his thin wrists in his monster ands and held them in the small of his back, his
other hand digging into the teen’s hip.
Vernon began to move, grunting like a pig behind the teen as Hade’s quiet sobs
were muffled by the bedding. When the pain began to overwhelm him, he
gratefully slid into darkness, wishing that his life was a dream he would soon
wake from.
(Scene Ends)
Hade gasped and sat up quickly, tears making their way down his cheeks. He
looked around wildly before realizing that he was in his room at Slytherin
Manor. After he calmed down, he started thinking.
A few moments later, his mind made up, he dressed in a pair of his new black
leather pants and an emerald green button up shirt, the top three buttons left
undone. He tied up his hair with a black ribbon at the nape of his neck,
leaving a few strands to fall loose in his face.
With a determined look, he left his room.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
Tom came out of the bathroom with only a pair of black sleep pants on, showing
off his lithe and firm muscles. He looked up to see a slightly nervous, but
determined, Hadrian Potter leaning against the door way to his room.
“Hade? Are you alright.” The teen shook his head, “I had a dream…” Tom’s eyes
lit with understanding, “Oh, Hade, come here.” The teen walked over and Tom
wrapped his arms around the brunette, pulling him close. Hade, silent tears
falling, buried his face in the man’s bare chest.
“Shhh, it’ll be alright.” the Dark Lord whispered comfortingly.
“Tom?” Hade looked up. “Yes, little Wraith?”
“Make love to me.”
The man sucked in his breath, “What?”
“Make love to me, Tom. I need to replace his hands. You said so yourself the
other day.”
Tom looked at Hade, an unnamable emotion in his eyes, “Surely you want someone
younger. Closer to your age. Someone better looking. Not an old Dark Lord.”
Hade shook his head, “No, Tom. It’s you I want. I’ve always felt this pull
towards you, for some reason or another. I think you’re gorgeous. You’re not
old, you look distinguished. I know you’ll be gentle with me, you always are.
As for the Dark Lord part,” Hade sniggered slightly, “aren’t I pretty much a
Dark Lord as well? I’m your Second.”
The man tilted Hade’s face so he was looking deeply into those emerald orbs,
“You deserve someone better, little Wraith.”
Hade shook his head and whispered softly, “I deserve you.”
“Are you absolutely sure, Hade?”
The teen nodded, “Yes, Tom. Completely sure. Make love to me.”
“You can stop me at anytime.” He said softly, concern showing in his crimson
ringed eyes.
“I know…”
Tom searched his eyes one last time, only seeing determination, affection, and
sincerity. “Alright.”
(Lemon)
He slowly leaned down to kiss the teen, brushing the petal soft lips with his
own before running his tongue over the younger’s lower lip. Hade gasped and Tom
slipped the velvet tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of honey and
vanilla. The younger brunette moaned and pressed himself against Tom, wrapping
his hands around his neck and burying his hands in his hair.
Tom leaned down, not breaking the kiss, and picked Hade up bridal style,
placing him gently on the bed. All the candles went out except one. Tom moved
his mouth from Hade’s lips to nibble on his ear and neck, bringing gasps from
the teen. He slowly unbuttoned the green shirt, kissing his way down the pale
skin that appeared after each button, “Remove the charms, little Wraith.” he
whispered, softly.
Hade stiffened, “Why?”
“I want all of you, Hade. I think you’re beautiful no matter what mars your
skin. I want to see and taste all of you. All of what you‘re giving me.”
Melting under the soft touches and sensuous lips, Hade did so, eyes tearing up
when he heard Tom mutter, “Beautiful.”
The Dark lord removed Hade’s shirt and slowly ran his hands over the supple
skin and scars that covered the young man’s body, enjoying the reactions he got
immensely. He leaned back down and kissed Hade again, devouring his mouth and
tasting all he could. His had ran up Hade’s chest and brushed a rosy nipple,
drawing a gasp and small moan from the mouth underneath his.
Tom’s mouth left Hade’s and captured the same nipple in his mouth, nursing on
it greedily. The teen moaned and arched up, hands buried in Tom’s hair. He
switched nubs and watched as Hade’s mouth parted in ecstasy.
His hands slipped down to the fastening of the leather pants, growling slightly
and remembering the sight the teen had made, leaning against the doorway like
that. If he hadn’t had the control he did, he would have pounced on him then.
He deftly undid the button and gently slid them off Hade’s hips before giving
his own sleep pants the same treatment.
His mouth met Hade’s again, his hand lightly brushing the teen’s hard shaft
before grasping it firmly and pumping it. Hade cried out and bucked his hips,
moving in rhythm with the elder’s hand.
Tom continued to pump Hade as he kissed the teen’s neck, shoulders, and chest.
Hade’s cries escalated as his pleasure did and suddenly, he dug his nails into
Tom’s back and cried out his name as he came.
The Dark Lord chuckled slightly and kissed Hade again, “How was that, little
Wraith?”
Hade, still panting and coated with a light sheen of sweat, gasped, “F-fucking
amazing…” Tom chuckled again and continued his ministrations, much to the
teen’s delight, and soon had the younger hard again and moaning beneath his
hand. With a small wandless spell, Hade suddenly felt cool and wet.
Tom gently parted his thighs, “I won’t hurt you, little Wraith.” Hade looked
into Tom’s eyes, his own clouded with pleasure, lust and trust, “I know…” The
Dark Lord slowly slipped a single finger inside the teen. Hade stiffened
slightly at the unexpected act, but moaned as it brushed the bundle of nerves
inside of him.
Slowly continued to pull the digit out and thrust it back inside his young
lover, kissing him passionately. Soon, another finger was added, and another,
gently stretching the teen and preparing him. When Hade was moaning and
writhing underneath his fingers, and digging his nails into his back, the Dark
Lord positioned himself between the teen’s thighs.
“Hade, look at me…” The Boy-Who-Lived sluggishly opened his passion heavy eyes
and stared into the forest green depths of the elder man. “Look right into my
eyes. don’t close them.” Hade nodded and Tom quickly prepared himself before
placing his shaft at Hade’s entrance and slowly pushing inside of him.
A flash of panic crossed Hade’s eyes and he stiffened, preparing himself for
pain, but Tom gently took his hand and made their eyes meet once more, “Hade,
look at me. Just feel, don’t think. I’m not going to hurt you. I swear it. I am
Tom, not your uncle.” Hade nodded, eyes locked with those of the Dark Lord.
The unnamable emotion reappeared in the man’s eyes, joined with passion, lust,
and concern.
He continued to ease into the teen, sweating slightly at the effort of
controlling himself. Hade, feeling only pleasure as he was filled, moaned and
wrapped his legs around Tom’s hips. When he was fully sheathed by the young man
underneath him, he left out the breath he had been holding explosively.
Slowly, he drew back out, Hade groaning at the loss before gasping as it
returned and eagerly arching up to greet him. Hade’s eyes closed and he threw
back his head, moaning as Tom leisurely thrust into him. The man was being
careful not to hurt the teen as he plunged into him.
Soon, Hade began to move faster, causing Tom to do the same. Tom captured the
teen’s lips in another kiss as he hastened his pace, swallowing the delicious
sounds the teen made as he writhed under him in ecstasy. Suddenly, Hade’s
muscles clenched around him as he cried out, “TOM!”. Tom moaned himself and
continued thrusting, riding out their climaxes.
He collapsed beside Hade, both sweating and panting heavily. When he caught his
breath, Tom pulled Hade against him. The teen smiled and laid back in the crook
of the man’s arm. With a whispered word, a comforter covered them and the last
candle extinguished, leaving them in darkness and the comfort of each other’s
arms.
                             IXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
                      Awww…fluffy slash! Isn’t Tom sweet?
                                        
   I’d like to apologise for forgetting to update on here… I have most of my
  stories posted at Fan fiction . Net and kind of forgot about my readers on
                   here! In apology, here are TWO Chapters!
           Always keep a sharp quill and a full pot of ink nearby;
                 you never know when inspiration will strike!
                                      Ta!
                                     Siren
***** In Which Our Couple Wakes and Skeeter Talks *****
//blah// = Parseltongue
                              IXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXIXI
Hade woke to the feel of warm arms wrapped around him and smiled as he
remembered the night before. He shifted around to face the man behind him and
looked upon the peaceful face of the Dark Lord Voldemort. He suddenly gained a
wicked smirk and leaned forward to kiss him.
Slowly, Tom responded. When Hade was sure he was awake, he pulled back. Tom
opened his eyes and smiled, pulling the teen closer to him, “Good morning,
beautiful.”
Hade chuckled, “Good morning, Tom.”
“How do you feel?”
Hade smiled and stretched like a cat, “Exquisite.”
The man smiled and kissed Hade again. A few minutes later, he pulled back, “I’m
going to take a shower. You alright here?” Hade nodded and laid back against
the pillows, watching as Tom got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.
He heard the shower start and Tom get in. He laid there for a few moments,
reveling in the memories of the night before, then stood up, stretching once
again. He smirked evilly and entered the bathroom. The shower stall was a huge
glass cylinder in the middle of the room and had about seven shower heads
pointing in all different directions.
Tom was facing away from him, eyes closed and head back as the water cascaded
over him. As Hade watched, his hand lowered and grasped himself. Still
smirking, Hade, careful not to draw attention to himself, walked over and
opened the door, slipping inside.
Tom felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and turned around to have his
lips captured by the young ebony haired imp. He moaned and pulled the teen
closer.
It took an hour before they left the shower, smiling at each other and casually
touching. When they dried off, Hade slipped on the clothes he had on the night
before and kissed Tom once again, “I’ll meet you in the Breakfast Room.” Tom
nodded and began to pull his clothes out of the wardrobe.
Tom walked into the elegant Breakfast Room to find Hade reading a book and
munching on a piece of bacon. He smiled and slid into the seat next to him.
“Good book, little Wraith?”
The teen looked up, slightly startled, then smiled, “Yeah, Tom. It’s about
Elemental Magic. Rather interesting, that.”
Tom nodded and a house elf set a plate in front of him. Hade set his book down
and asked, “When are you going to mark me?”
Tom looked thoughtful, “I don’t think I am. I don’t like the thought of you
belonging to me. Like an object.”
Hade blushed slightly and mumbled, “I don’t mind.”
Tom looked at him thoughtfully, “Alright. However, I’ll make a special one for
you. You can make one as well. We’re equals, so we’ll give each other our
marks. How’s that sound?”
Hade looked at him, eyebrow arched, “I thought I was your Second?”
“You are. However, we are also equals. You need your own name. I think I’ll put
you directly in charge of the Death Eaters In Training. They’re all your age.
Give them your mark and call them your followers.”
“Tom, they are your followers.”
“So? If they’re mine, then their yours. It’ll just be a separate fraction of
the Death Eaters.”
Hade shrugged, “Why bother having two fractions?”
“Why not? It’ll give them the recognition they deserve, and, under you, they’ll
get better training than they would under anyone else’s. Besides, they’ll all
have to learn to respect you and follow your orders. What better way to plant
the seeds than with the children?” Tom asked.
Hade just shrugged, knowing he could do nothing to change the other’s mind,
“Alright.”
Tom just smirked and Hade scowled at him. The man had to dive out of the way of
an expertly aimed scone and fell to the floor as Hade sniggered.
Tom raised an eyebrow at the teen and slowly stood up before stalking over to
him in mock intimidation. Hade, however, could see the amusement in his eyes
and smirked, holding his ground.
“It’s going to be like that, is it?” The younger brunette just raised an
eyebrow. Tom smirked and lunged, knocking them both to the floor and began
attacking Hade’s sides. His shrieks of laughter drawing the attention of a
large green snake with glowing silver eyes.
Nagini had just entered the room when her interest was caught by the two
rolling brunettes on the floor. She lifted up and tasted the air before shaking
in hissing laughter of her own. She slithered over to the pair and hissed //Has
master finally found a mate?//Tom looked up startled and Hade caught him in the
side, rolling him back over and straddling the man.
//That’s up to him, Nagini.// Hade hissed, looking down amusedly at the Dark
Lord.
The snake looked startled, //You are the young speaker my master always talks
about. You’re the one he loves.//
Hade and Tom blushed and Hade mumbled, //I don’t know about ‘loves’.//
The snake just laughed again and slithered off, calling behind her,//
Congratulations, Young Master and Master. You look perfect together.//
Both men looked at each other beneath their lashes and blushed brightly. Tom
mumbled something about skinning a snake and attacked the teen’s sides again.
Broken out of his thoughts, Hade howled with laughter before playfully pinning
the man’s hands above his head and kissing him lightly.
Tom growled, freed his hands, and buried them in Hade’s hair, deepening the
kiss. An impatient knock sounded at the door and Severus walked in, freezing
when he saw the two. He blushed and turned around, clearing his throat. The two
looked up and sprang apart, hastily straightening their clothes and hair.
“What do you need, Severus?”
The man held up that morning’s Daily Prophet, “The old man finally told the
Order that Mr. Potter’s missing and let it leak to the Daily Prophet. I brought
the article.”
“Thank you, Severus. I’m sure it’ll be amusing.” Tom took the paper from the
man.
“Actually, My Lord, It seems like it’s the truth. Someone from the Order leaked
the details. He told us all what the message you left said and how they found
the room and it’s all in the Prophet.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “Who?”
“I believe it was the Weasly Twins and Remus Lupin, My Lord. Many were outraged
at the meeting, but those three looked absolutely livid.”
“Hmmm… Hade?”
The teen looked up from his cold breakfast, “Yeah, Tom?”
“What do you think?”
The teen adopted a thoughtful look as he leaned back in his chair, “It wouldn’t
really surprise me. Moony’s the last of the Marauder’s, excluding Wormtail, and
he’s like an uncle, a real uncle, to me. Fred and George see me as a little
brother, especially since I gave them the money to start their shop.”
Severus groaned, “I can’t believe you did that! Now they’ve been three times as
bad!”
Hade smirked “Sorry. At least they won’t be coming back this year.”
“Yes, they will. Molly Weasly is making them.” He groaned again.
Hade snickered and Tom cleared his throat, “How do you think they’d take it if
we tried to recruit them?”
Hade arched a brow, “Who’d be doing the recruiting?”
“You, of course.”
“Ah.” Hade said and thought for a moment, “I’d have to tell them about Vernon
and Dumbles, but if I tell them about the Bolts, they most likely will join.”
“The Bolts?”
Hade smirked, “Well, you told me I’m getting my own name and mark, so I can’t
go around calling my people Death Eaters In Training, now can I? That’s your
bit.”
Tom snorted, “Inspired by your scar?”
“Of course.”
Tom snorted again and shook his head, “Alright, work on them when you get back
to school.” Hade nodded and Took the unread Prophet from the man’s hand.
Harry Potter Missing! You-Know-Who Responsible!
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was discovered missing from his relatives home
a few days ago. His uncle lie dead on the floor, the cause of death was found
to be the Killing Curse. Above the Boy-Who-Lived’s bed hung a fiery message
from the Dark Lord to Dumbledore:
 “You’ve made this mistake before, Dumbledore, I refuse to see you make it
again.
Potter will have a choice you never gave me.
He’ll be safe with me, which is something he isn’t here.
Beware, Dumbledore! Will you be able to ride out the consequences of your
actions?”
Just what exactly did the Dark Lord mean?
Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent
Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, Abused?
We here at the Daily Prophet did a little extra investigating in the case of
our missing savior and found out that the Boy-Who-Lived did not live the
charmed life full of love and affection as we all have believed. We have been
told that the teen’s room, when he was discovered missing, had blood
everywhere, some of it days, weeks, and even years old. Evidence of repeated
rapes have also been found, and his uncle, who was discovered dead, was
reported to have his pants around his knees. His belt was in the corner, the
tip coated in blood. What was he doing in that house when he would have been
taken in by families all over the world gladly? Families who would shower him
in the love and affection every child deserves!
We’ve spoken to several neighbors of the Durslys and discovered that the Boy-
Who-Lived has always been treated as vermin by the three. He had always been
underfed and sickly, wearing only the hand-me-downs his aunt and uncle graced
him with until they were thread bare. Screams, shouts, and sobs have regularly
been heard coming from the house.
When asked why no one ever did anything, the neighbors all stated that they’ve
all called the police repeatedly, but they were never charged with anything,
“It’s like the charges just…disappeared! Like magic!” one neighbor said. Could
this be what You-Know-Who was talking about in his message to Dumbledore? Will
we ever know? What has happened to our savior and is he any safer with the man
who killed his parents than with the Durslys?
Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent
“Oh, holy fuck!”Hade said, as he stared at the paper.
Concerned, Tom read over his shoulder, “Merlin, little Wraith, I didn’t think
anyone would get a hold of that information.”
Pale, Hade just shook his head, “It’s not your fault, Tom. They all would have
found out eventually. I just wish I had realized that earlier.” Tom wrapped his
arms around the teen and kissed him neck softly. Hade leaned back into the
embrace and closed his eyes, sighing.
Severus began to squirm, feeling like he was intruding. Hade turned enough so
he could kiss Tom softly and set the paper back down. He parted from the Dark
Lord and sat down, sighing explosively.
Tom nodded to Severus, who nodded back, bowed, and left, closing the door
quietly behind him.
“It’ll be alright, Hade,” Tom said softly.
Hade smiled, “I know, Tom. Everything always seems alright with you here.” (AN:
-gags- I didn’t know I could be so fluffy )
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
That night, Hade dressed in his black leather pants, a tight black shirt torn
artfully with a Slytherin green wife beater showing through, boots, a black
studded belt, sleeveless open robes with a high collar that was split from hips
to floor, and a black cloak. His hair fell in silky waves around his face, a
dog collar was clasped around his neck, as well as a lightning bolt charm on a
chain and two studded wrist cuffs stood out.
He gracefully stood to the right, just behind Tom’s chair. A black half mask,
lined in green, covered the upper part of his face. His emerald eyes glowing
starkly from behind it.
Tom was dressed in black slacks, a green silk shirt and black and silver robes
sat on his throne, awaiting his Death Eaters. Slowly, they poured into the
room, a few stragglers trickling behind them. They all knelt and awaited the
order to rise. The Dark Lord stayed silent for a few moments before uttering a
curt, “Arise.”
They did so immediately and he nodded to them. “Good evening.” He said silkily.
“I trust you’ve all read the Daily Prophet?” Everyone responded with a , “Yes,
My Lord.” and he smiled darkly, “Good. Then it’ll be no surprise when I tell
you that Hadrian Potter is nothing like we all thought him to be.”
“He has had a childhood like my own. One spent begging at the feet of muggles
and being kicked when he was down.” He looked around the hall, “Although,
unlike myself, he already had a reputation of his own when he got to Hogwarts
and had to keep it. He knew of what he had to do to be what they expected of
him and did so. He’s truly a Slytherin. Never showing his true potential and
playing the part expected of him. He tells me he even fought the Sorting Hat on
where to put him. In the three days or so since I brought him here, he’s shown
himself to be a model Slytherin.”
Tom smiled again, “He’s truly an excellent young man. Quick of wit and wand, as
a few of my Inner Circle found out the other day. He beat five of my Inner
Circle’s best in five minutes.” All of the Death Eaters gasped and Tom smirked,
as did the figure behind him.
“As a matter of fact, we have formed an alliance against the Bumblebee and his
Order of the Fried Chicken. He is to be treated just as you would myself. He
has permission to punish you as he sees fit.” Many of the Death Eaters were
glancing nervously at each other, not sure what they could expect from their
new Lord.
“Hadrian Potter is now the Lightning Prince. My Second-In-Command.” Tom
motioned to Hade and he stepped forward, removing the mask and smirking at the
Death Eaters.
                                  IXIXIXIXIXI
Hade and Tom were sitting in the Dark Lord’s study after the meeting, sharing a
drink. “The ‘Lightning Prince’, Tom?”
The man chuckled, “Well, you said your inspiration for the Bolts was your scar,
so I just elaborated on it.”
Hade smiled, “I like it.”
“I thought you would, little Wraith.”
Hade smiled. His eyes lit up and he stood, walking over to Tom with a sultry
look on his face. Ha sat in the man’s lap and kissed him senseless. Tom wrapped
his arms around the teen and he began to purr. Startled, Tom broke the kiss and
looked at the teen, eyebrow raised.
Hade blushed slightly, “I have a bit of vampire in my blood.”
“Really? How did that happen?”
“That’s a story for tomorrow morning, love.”
Tom’s eyebrows rose at the endearment, “And what’s for now?” Hade smirked and
kissed the man again, grinding their erections together, still purring.
When he broke the kiss, Tom looked at him in incredulity, “I’ve created a
monster!” Hade just smirked and kissed him again. There were no more complaints
that night.
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