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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: Wilson Mizner says: “When you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism; if you steal from many, it’s research.” We must add in here, somewhere, that, if you put in a random disclaimer, you might get away with it in the court of law…
…Maybe.
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
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Chapter 22
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Tom woke suddenly as his wand warmed his arm. He’d had it set so they could wake and get to breakfast in good time.
He gazed down at the teen sleeping peacefully in his arms sadly. Harry didn’t deserve any of this. He was the best sort of person, despite everything he’d put up with in the past.
“You think too much…” Harry mumbled, cracking an eye open to peek up at Tom.
Tom smiled. “Good morning yourself.”
Harry snorted. “I hate waking up. Why must we wake up this early on a Saturday? It makes no sense. None what-so-ever.”
“Because you’re Harry Potter and I’m Lord Voldemort, or at least working for said Dark Lord, and if we’re not at breakfast, the Order of the Flaming Flamingo will scour the world for you and blame it all on me.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Regular comedian in the mornings, aren’t you?”
“On the contrary, I rather despise mornings. I just figure that, if I can make you laugh, we can get out of here faster than if you’re scowling or what have you.”
Harry attempted to hide a smile. “Is that so?”
“Quite.” Tom cocked an eyebrow at the teen. “Come now, Harry love, big smile for the evil Dark Lord who’s out to kill you.”
“Your humour sucks, Tom.”
“Does it?”
Harry shuddered. “I really didn’t need that mental image this early in the morning.”
“Then you shouldn’t have conjured it,” Tom shot back. “Now, come, we’re supposed to be picking Gin up so you two can pretend you both had the best shag of your lives and make Mr Weasley turn a shade of red formerly found only on overly-ripe tomatoes.”
“Such a wide vocabulary,” Harry commented as he dragged himself from Tom’s embrace to stretch.
“Only this early or when I lose my temper at an idiot Death Eater.” Tom hummed, sitting up. “Which reminds me, can you give me a list of every wrong ever done to you by one of my Death Eaters and who did it so I can have fun with a good reason?”
Harry turned and gaped at Tom.
“Or not.” Tom shrugged. “It was a suggestion, Harry. Please don’t give me that look.”
Harry shook his head and stood from the bed to find his robe. “I worry about you and your ideas of ‘fun’ sometimes, Tom.”
Tom reached over and tugged lightly on a lock of Harry’s still-long hair. “Kiss?”
Harry scowled at the man. “Beg.”
Tom made a face. “I refuse to beg for a kiss from a Gryffindork.”
“You are so immature.”
“Oh, come on, Harry…” Tom looked as sad as he possibly could as Harry pulled his robe on. “Please give me a kiss?”
Harry rolled his eyes and turned around to give the Slytherin a brief kiss before turning away again to button up his robe.
Tom scowled and pulled Harry into his lap, making the teen squeal. “That was not a kiss, Potter,” he informed the younger wizard before pulling Harry into a long kiss.
When Tom pulled away, he watched, triumphantly, as Harry gasped for breath. “Prat,” Harry informed him between gasps.
“What are you planning on doing about it?”
Harry tossed Tom’s tunic from the night before into his face and smirked. “That.” Then he hopped up to finish buttoning his robe.
Tom glared at Harry before pulling himself from the bed, muttering a spell that transfigured his tunic into robes that would be proper for him to wear. He pulled the robe on as Harry pulled on his shoes.
“How are we planning on leaving here?”
“Back way.”
Harry glanced up. “There’s another way in here?”
“Nope. You can only go out. It opens near my room.”
“Which would be why you picked that room?”
“Of course.”
“And I thought I knew Hogwarts better than anyone.”
Tom shrugged, pulling on his own boots, which he’d transfigured from sandals. “You probably do, however, you don’t know about some places that others might know of. This exit is just one of them.”
“If I knew how to add on to the map, I would…”
“Map?”
“Yeah, the infamous Marauder’s Map.”
“Oookay… Who were the Marauders?”
“James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and–” Harry’s face darkened, “–Peter Pettigrew.”
“News to me.” Tom shrugged. “Grab your cape and let’s head on out.”
Harry rolled his eyes and threw the magnificent cape over his shoulders and clasped it. “Ready.”
Tom opened the door, Harry next to him, and they came face-to-face with Salazar Slytherin. Harry gripped Tom’s arm tightly, but didn’t hide behind him that time. Tom just cocked an eyebrow at his ancestor. “Yes?”
“You are leaving?”
“Yes.”
“And you will return?”
“Probably.”
“Together?”
“And perhaps alone.”
Salazar looked a little surprised. “Alone?”
“Harry’s a Parselmouth.”
“Is he…” Salazar looked at Harry with challenging green eyes, not unlike Harry’s own.
:Yes...: Harry hissed defiantly.
Salazar frowned. :A Gryffindor with my gift?:
Harry pointed to his head. :When Tom cursed me when I was one, I got some of his powers. This is just one of them. Anyway, the Hat said I’d do well in Slytherin.:
:That’s not what I meant.: Salazar harrumphed, before turning back to Tom. :I’ll watch him, and of course you, but no one else will be safe down here. Know that, Marvolo, little Gryffindor.:
:Of course, Slytherin.: Tom inclined his head slightly.
Harry scowled. :My name is Harry, or Potter if you must. I don’t like being called by my House, thankyouverymuch.:
Tom sighed as Salazar cocked an eyebrow at the youngest wizard. :I will call you little Gryffindor. Get used to it.: Harry’s scowl deepened.
Tom slipped a hand over Harry’s mouth before the teen could lose his temper. “Harry, love, we have to be somewhere.”
Fine, came the annoyed reply.
Tom nodded to his ancestor respectfully. “Slytherin.”
“Marvolo,” Salazar nodded his head in response. “Little Gryffindor.”
Harry snorted and slipped past the men towards the way out. Tom rolled his eyes at the boy as he followed him.
Salazar sighed after them. And so the past repeats itself. Perhaps, they will survive our fate, Godric…
-~*~-
“Marcus! Harry!” Ginny smiled and opened the door to the Room of Requirement the rest of the way to let the two wizards in.
Tom and Harry slipped in, smiling at the girl and Theodore, who was sitting on a couch warily. Harry threw himself on the couch next to the boy. “What?”
Theodore nodded to Ginny, who was talking quietly with Tom. “She is insane, did you know that?”
“Yes.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“Never let her near feathers and bare skin.”
Harry winced. “I could have told you that.”
The teens traded looks before laughing.
Ginny glanced over at the two on the couch. “Okay, Marcus, I promise not to pester him about last night. Why is it so important?” Brown eyes searched the false teal before her.
Tom sighed. “Gin, it's complicated. Harry will tell you when he is ready, not before then. Just, leave him alone, okay?”
Ginny frowned and Tom could see the wheels in her head turning before something clicked and her eyes narrowed. “I’ll keep the others from pestering him too.”
Tom let out a breath of relief. If anyone could figure out Harry’s aversion to most physical contact – and especially anything sexual – it would be her. Even better, she wouldn’t pester him about it, just protect him from everyone else. “Good. Just, treat him like normal?”
“Sure thing.” Ginny frowned over at her boyfriend and the boy who was like a brother to her. “It sure explains a lot, though…” She rubbed at her arms. “I’ll keep an eye out. No worries.”
Tom’s lips twitched. “Sure you won’t work for me?”
“Ah… I promise to think about it…”
“And decide once the war’s over?” the man asked with an amused smile.
“Perfect. Contact me once you’ve either won or lost and I’ll give my answer then,” Ginny said as seriously as she could.
The witch lasted half a minute before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
Tom winked at the two young wizards on the couch. “Just trying to recruit and whatnot.” He turned and started for the door. “I’ll see everyone later. Be good and all that rot,” he added before slipping through the door.
Harry rolled his eyes and stood. “Trust Marcus to try and recruit a Weasley. That man has no common sense.”
Ginny shook her head, eyes serious. “Harry, think. My foster brother, that would be you, is in love with Voldemort’s top man, and my boyfriend over there–” she waved towards Theodore, who was watching silently, face unreadable, “–is a supporter of him. Weasley or no, I’m already in the middle of Voldemort’s troops.” She winked. “The ultimate enemy, remember?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “There’s two of us now. Wonderful.”
“Confused,” Theodore called over to them.
“Oh, Harry and I had a discussion about his and Marcus’ relationship over the summer and identified him as the ‘ultimate enemy’, since he’s the symbol for the Light and in a relationship with one of the top Death Eaters,” Ginny explained.
Theodore looked thoughtful. “You have a point. Harry Potter, I do believe you are the best thing that’s happened to the Dark ever.”
“What about me?” Ginny asked with a slight pout.
“Gin, dear sister,” Harry replied with a fond smile. “You’re a rather good asset as well, but, as I recall, you’re still far too tied to the Light to be much use.”
“Harry fancies himself in the grey areas,” Ginny explained.
Theodore snorted. “And Harry has a point right now.” He glanced up at the clock. “Go to breakfast. I’ll pick you up with Pansy and Draco later.”
“What about Bini?” Harry enquired with a blink.
“Seam got him drunk. He’ll be spending the morning in the Infirmary,” Ginny clarified.
Harry winced. “I sympathize.”
“Oh, come on, you.” Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm and half dragged the older teen from the room, followed by Theodore’s laughter.
-~*~-
“Where were you two last night?” Ron demanded, standing before the two Gryffindor “lovers”.
Harry and Ginny traded looks before shrugging together.
“Sleeping,” Ginny responded and Harry took another bite of toast.
“Excuse me?” Ron’s voice was attempting to do low and deadly, but not quite making it.
“Sleeping, Ron. Same thing I’m sure you did,” Harry handed over with a nonchalant shrug.
“After he realized we weren’t coming back,” Ginny agreed, spearing some eggs delicately with her fork and putting them into her mouth.
“Harry, you look like a girl,” Ron ground out.
“Thank you, Ron,” Harry replied simply.
“Ginny, how can you stand sleeping with a guy who looks like a girl?”
Ginny gave her brother a cold look. “Ron, we are trying to eat. Go irritate someone else.”
“Excuse me?” Ron looked extremely confused by the sudden chilliness from his only sister.
“Ronald Weasley, go the hell away,” Ginny hissed, eyes narrowed. Now that she knew to watch for it, she’d noted Harry tensing up slightly as her brother shot his mouth off. His words were getting to Harry and she wasn’t about to let it get any farther.
“Don’t you dare–“
“I do believe, Weasel, that Ginevra told you to leave.” Draco’s drawl floated over to them. “I’d suggest you take the advice.”
Ron spun to face Draco, Pansy, and Theodore. The three Slytherins didn’t look too pleased with the Gryffindor. Neither did Hermione, who was watching the “discussion” from a distance with a frown. Ginny was glaring at her brother while Harry calmly ate his food, assured that his friends had it under control.
The red-headed Gryffindor decided he was out-numbered and walked away angrily.
“Damned Weasel.” Draco sneered after the youngest male Weasley.
“Isn’t he just?” Ginny stood and stretched slightly. “Come on. We can us the DA room.”
“Who ever came up with that name, anyway?” Pansy asked as Harry also stood and the group headed for the doors to the Hall.
“I did,” Ginny said, giving the other female an annoyed look.
“Gin, no offense, but it’s a crappy name.”
“It worked for what we needed it for, Pan,” Harry told the girl.
“Snape at six o’clock,” Theodore hissed warningly.
Harry smirked and took the lead. “I know a back way that he doesn’t.”
“Isn’t he just the greatest?” Ginny asked, fluttering her eyes, even as she held on to Theodore’s hand tightly.
“Wonderfully so,” Draco agreed as Harry motioned for them to slip under a tapestry that hid a false wall which gave way for them. “No one knows this school like our Harry.”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know everything, Dray. Marcus proved that last night when he took me a back way up to the second floor.”
“The second floor? Is that where the Chamber of Secrets is?” Draco asked suddenly.
“Eh? Well, the entrance, yes,” Harry agreed.
“Dray, why do you care?” Ginny enquired slyly.
“Curiosity?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Mr Malfoy,” Snape’s voice floated over to them as he appeared from a shadow and bore down on the group.
“Professor, is there any reason why you’re following us?” Harry enquired.
“Why, indeed there is, Mr Potter. You see, this is all for your own safety,” Snape said in as cheerful as voice as he could ever get, as far as the students were concerned.
“Safety? Following me? I think not.” Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Ah, yet it is. Expelliarmus.” The five students clustered together as their wands left them and fell into Snape’s waiting hands. “The Headmaster will probably wish to speak to all of you.”
Tom? Now would be a good time to make a sudden appearance! Harry cried out mentally even as he shot another question at the spy before them, “You can’t expect to get away with this.”
“Me? No. That’s Dumbledore’s job.”
“Dumbledore’s job?” Ginny enquired. “How so?”
“Don’t ask me what the coot has up his sleeve.”
“Perhaps he plans on sending Marcus to Voldemort with the information that you’re a spy,” Harry said coldly. “Which, by the way, Marcus already found out, thanks to Dumbledore.”
Snape’s eyes were slits as he pointed his wand at Harry. “An accident just waiting to happen, Mr Potter. Let’s move it.”
“There had better not be any accidents, Severus,” Tom’s cold voice warned them of his presence before he appeared in the middle of the hallway. Harry decided it was another of Tom’s “family secrets”.
“Marcus.” Severus scowled at the other man. “I’m merely taking these children to the Headmaster.”
“Then they should have their wands and not be huddled together in fear,” Tom shot back. “And let me tell you now, if not for Harry, you’d be dead. Hand over the wands, Severus.”
“You have no authority over me.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Head of Slytherin. “I do believe I have information that will quickly put you out of the Dark Lord’s favour, Severus. You’ll live longer if you just listen to me and let me handle my students the way I see fit.”
Severus had gone paler than usual at the threat. “You win this round, Marcus Brutùs,” he hissed, handing the Heir the five wands. Then he turned and stalked back down the hallway.
Tom snorted. “I do believe I’ve won many more that may come, as well.” He held the wands out to the students and each grabbed theirs back, Harry taking his last and grabbing Tom’s hand tightly with it. Tom sighed and pulled the teen into a hug, resting his chin on the top of Harry’s head. Are you alright, Harry?
I will be. Yes.
Tom glanced up at the other students. Ginny was hugging Theodore. Pansy was clutching Draco’s hand tightly while the blond boy tried to hide how much pain it caused him. “This is ridiculous. You five, and Zabini of course, can’t even feel properly safe in this school any longer. Idiot Headmaster.”
Harry muttered something into Tom’s robes.
“What was that, Harry?” Tom asked softly.
Harry looked up with a smirk. “Barmy old codger.”
Ginny, who had heard the tale of Dobby’s freedom, cracked up, stifling her laughter in Theodore’s robe.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the other Slytherins, who shrugged, then down at Harry. “What, may I ask, has that to do with anything?”
“It’s what Dumbledore told Dobby he could call him,” Harry explained, still grinning widely.
Tom let out a groan. “Why me?”
The students all laughed.
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A/N: Okay, no, I don’t like Dumbledore. Yes, I do like Sev. I am going somewhere with this, be assured. *nods*
Sorry if it was weird. I took a week-long break from writing somewhere in the middle, then finished it while half asleep. *sighs* Chocolate lollipops to everyone who suffered through this. *holds out bowl*
Okay, I’ll probably skip more time between this chapter and the next, just because I can. Expect next chapter to take place in December, okay?
~Batsutousai
Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 ||22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: Wilson Mizner says: “When you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism; if you steal from many, it’s research.” We must add in here, somewhere, that, if you put in a random disclaimer, you might get away with it in the court of law…
…Maybe.
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
Chapter 22
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Tom woke suddenly as his wand warmed his arm. He’d had it set so they could wake and get to breakfast in good time.
He gazed down at the teen sleeping peacefully in his arms sadly. Harry didn’t deserve any of this. He was the best sort of person, despite everything he’d put up with in the past.
“You think too much…” Harry mumbled, cracking an eye open to peek up at Tom.
Tom smiled. “Good morning yourself.”
Harry snorted. “I hate waking up. Why must we wake up this early on a Saturday? It makes no sense. None what-so-ever.”
“Because you’re Harry Potter and I’m Lord Voldemort, or at least working for said Dark Lord, and if we’re not at breakfast, the Order of the Flaming Flamingo will scour the world for you and blame it all on me.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Regular comedian in the mornings, aren’t you?”
“On the contrary, I rather despise mornings. I just figure that, if I can make you laugh, we can get out of here faster than if you’re scowling or what have you.”
Harry attempted to hide a smile. “Is that so?”
“Quite.” Tom cocked an eyebrow at the teen. “Come now, Harry love, big smile for the evil Dark Lord who’s out to kill you.”
“Your humour sucks, Tom.”
“Does it?”
Harry shuddered. “I really didn’t need that mental image this early in the morning.”
“Then you shouldn’t have conjured it,” Tom shot back. “Now, come, we’re supposed to be picking Gin up so you two can pretend you both had the best shag of your lives and make Mr Weasley turn a shade of red formerly found only on overly-ripe tomatoes.”
“Such a wide vocabulary,” Harry commented as he dragged himself from Tom’s embrace to stretch.
“Only this early or when I lose my temper at an idiot Death Eater.” Tom hummed, sitting up. “Which reminds me, can you give me a list of every wrong ever done to you by one of my Death Eaters and who did it so I can have fun with a good reason?”
Harry turned and gaped at Tom.
“Or not.” Tom shrugged. “It was a suggestion, Harry. Please don’t give me that look.”
Harry shook his head and stood from the bed to find his robe. “I worry about you and your ideas of ‘fun’ sometimes, Tom.”
Tom reached over and tugged lightly on a lock of Harry’s still-long hair. “Kiss?”
Harry scowled at the man. “Beg.”
Tom made a face. “I refuse to beg for a kiss from a Gryffindork.”
“You are so immature.”
“Oh, come on, Harry…” Tom looked as sad as he possibly could as Harry pulled his robe on. “Please give me a kiss?”
Harry rolled his eyes and turned around to give the Slytherin a brief kiss before turning away again to button up his robe.
Tom scowled and pulled Harry into his lap, making the teen squeal. “That was not a kiss, Potter,” he informed the younger wizard before pulling Harry into a long kiss.
When Tom pulled away, he watched, triumphantly, as Harry gasped for breath. “Prat,” Harry informed him between gasps.
“What are you planning on doing about it?”
Harry tossed Tom’s tunic from the night before into his face and smirked. “That.” Then he hopped up to finish buttoning his robe.
Tom glared at Harry before pulling himself from the bed, muttering a spell that transfigured his tunic into robes that would be proper for him to wear. He pulled the robe on as Harry pulled on his shoes.
“How are we planning on leaving here?”
“Back way.”
Harry glanced up. “There’s another way in here?”
“Nope. You can only go out. It opens near my room.”
“Which would be why you picked that room?”
“Of course.”
“And I thought I knew Hogwarts better than anyone.”
Tom shrugged, pulling on his own boots, which he’d transfigured from sandals. “You probably do, however, you don’t know about some places that others might know of. This exit is just one of them.”
“If I knew how to add on to the map, I would…”
“Map?”
“Yeah, the infamous Marauder’s Map.”
“Oookay… Who were the Marauders?”
“James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and–” Harry’s face darkened, “–Peter Pettigrew.”
“News to me.” Tom shrugged. “Grab your cape and let’s head on out.”
Harry rolled his eyes and threw the magnificent cape over his shoulders and clasped it. “Ready.”
Tom opened the door, Harry next to him, and they came face-to-face with Salazar Slytherin. Harry gripped Tom’s arm tightly, but didn’t hide behind him that time. Tom just cocked an eyebrow at his ancestor. “Yes?”
“You are leaving?”
“Yes.”
“And you will return?”
“Probably.”
“Together?”
“And perhaps alone.”
Salazar looked a little surprised. “Alone?”
“Harry’s a Parselmouth.”
“Is he…” Salazar looked at Harry with challenging green eyes, not unlike Harry’s own.
:Yes...: Harry hissed defiantly.
Salazar frowned. :A Gryffindor with my gift?:
Harry pointed to his head. :When Tom cursed me when I was one, I got some of his powers. This is just one of them. Anyway, the Hat said I’d do well in Slytherin.:
:That’s not what I meant.: Salazar harrumphed, before turning back to Tom. :I’ll watch him, and of course you, but no one else will be safe down here. Know that, Marvolo, little Gryffindor.:
:Of course, Slytherin.: Tom inclined his head slightly.
Harry scowled. :My name is Harry, or Potter if you must. I don’t like being called by my House, thankyouverymuch.:
Tom sighed as Salazar cocked an eyebrow at the youngest wizard. :I will call you little Gryffindor. Get used to it.: Harry’s scowl deepened.
Tom slipped a hand over Harry’s mouth before the teen could lose his temper. “Harry, love, we have to be somewhere.”
Fine, came the annoyed reply.
Tom nodded to his ancestor respectfully. “Slytherin.”
“Marvolo,” Salazar nodded his head in response. “Little Gryffindor.”
Harry snorted and slipped past the men towards the way out. Tom rolled his eyes at the boy as he followed him.
Salazar sighed after them. And so the past repeats itself. Perhaps, they will survive our fate, Godric…
“Marcus! Harry!” Ginny smiled and opened the door to the Room of Requirement the rest of the way to let the two wizards in.
Tom and Harry slipped in, smiling at the girl and Theodore, who was sitting on a couch warily. Harry threw himself on the couch next to the boy. “What?”
Theodore nodded to Ginny, who was talking quietly with Tom. “She is insane, did you know that?”
“Yes.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Why?”
“Never let her near feathers and bare skin.”
Harry winced. “I could have told you that.”
The teens traded looks before laughing.
Ginny glanced over at the two on the couch. “Okay, Marcus, I promise not to pester him about last night. Why is it so important?” Brown eyes searched the false teal before her.
Tom sighed. “Gin, it's complicated. Harry will tell you when he is ready, not before then. Just, leave him alone, okay?”
Ginny frowned and Tom could see the wheels in her head turning before something clicked and her eyes narrowed. “I’ll keep the others from pestering him too.”
Tom let out a breath of relief. If anyone could figure out Harry’s aversion to most physical contact – and especially anything sexual – it would be her. Even better, she wouldn’t pester him about it, just protect him from everyone else. “Good. Just, treat him like normal?”
“Sure thing.” Ginny frowned over at her boyfriend and the boy who was like a brother to her. “It sure explains a lot, though…” She rubbed at her arms. “I’ll keep an eye out. No worries.”
Tom’s lips twitched. “Sure you won’t work for me?”
“Ah… I promise to think about it…”
“And decide once the war’s over?” the man asked with an amused smile.
“Perfect. Contact me once you’ve either won or lost and I’ll give my answer then,” Ginny said as seriously as she could.
The witch lasted half a minute before bursting out into hysterical laughter.
Tom winked at the two young wizards on the couch. “Just trying to recruit and whatnot.” He turned and started for the door. “I’ll see everyone later. Be good and all that rot,” he added before slipping through the door.
Harry rolled his eyes and stood. “Trust Marcus to try and recruit a Weasley. That man has no common sense.”
Ginny shook her head, eyes serious. “Harry, think. My foster brother, that would be you, is in love with Voldemort’s top man, and my boyfriend over there–” she waved towards Theodore, who was watching silently, face unreadable, “–is a supporter of him. Weasley or no, I’m already in the middle of Voldemort’s troops.” She winked. “The ultimate enemy, remember?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “There’s two of us now. Wonderful.”
“Confused,” Theodore called over to them.
“Oh, Harry and I had a discussion about his and Marcus’ relationship over the summer and identified him as the ‘ultimate enemy’, since he’s the symbol for the Light and in a relationship with one of the top Death Eaters,” Ginny explained.
Theodore looked thoughtful. “You have a point. Harry Potter, I do believe you are the best thing that’s happened to the Dark ever.”
“What about me?” Ginny asked with a slight pout.
“Gin, dear sister,” Harry replied with a fond smile. “You’re a rather good asset as well, but, as I recall, you’re still far too tied to the Light to be much use.”
“Harry fancies himself in the grey areas,” Ginny explained.
Theodore snorted. “And Harry has a point right now.” He glanced up at the clock. “Go to breakfast. I’ll pick you up with Pansy and Draco later.”
“What about Bini?” Harry enquired with a blink.
“Seam got him drunk. He’ll be spending the morning in the Infirmary,” Ginny clarified.
Harry winced. “I sympathize.”
“Oh, come on, you.” Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm and half dragged the older teen from the room, followed by Theodore’s laughter.
“Where were you two last night?” Ron demanded, standing before the two Gryffindor “lovers”.
Harry and Ginny traded looks before shrugging together.
“Sleeping,” Ginny responded and Harry took another bite of toast.
“Excuse me?” Ron’s voice was attempting to do low and deadly, but not quite making it.
“Sleeping, Ron. Same thing I’m sure you did,” Harry handed over with a nonchalant shrug.
“After he realized we weren’t coming back,” Ginny agreed, spearing some eggs delicately with her fork and putting them into her mouth.
“Harry, you look like a girl,” Ron ground out.
“Thank you, Ron,” Harry replied simply.
“Ginny, how can you stand sleeping with a guy who looks like a girl?”
Ginny gave her brother a cold look. “Ron, we are trying to eat. Go irritate someone else.”
“Excuse me?” Ron looked extremely confused by the sudden chilliness from his only sister.
“Ronald Weasley, go the hell away,” Ginny hissed, eyes narrowed. Now that she knew to watch for it, she’d noted Harry tensing up slightly as her brother shot his mouth off. His words were getting to Harry and she wasn’t about to let it get any farther.
“Don’t you dare–“
“I do believe, Weasel, that Ginevra told you to leave.” Draco’s drawl floated over to them. “I’d suggest you take the advice.”
Ron spun to face Draco, Pansy, and Theodore. The three Slytherins didn’t look too pleased with the Gryffindor. Neither did Hermione, who was watching the “discussion” from a distance with a frown. Ginny was glaring at her brother while Harry calmly ate his food, assured that his friends had it under control.
The red-headed Gryffindor decided he was out-numbered and walked away angrily.
“Damned Weasel.” Draco sneered after the youngest male Weasley.
“Isn’t he just?” Ginny stood and stretched slightly. “Come on. We can us the DA room.”
“Who ever came up with that name, anyway?” Pansy asked as Harry also stood and the group headed for the doors to the Hall.
“I did,” Ginny said, giving the other female an annoyed look.
“Gin, no offense, but it’s a crappy name.”
“It worked for what we needed it for, Pan,” Harry told the girl.
“Snape at six o’clock,” Theodore hissed warningly.
Harry smirked and took the lead. “I know a back way that he doesn’t.”
“Isn’t he just the greatest?” Ginny asked, fluttering her eyes, even as she held on to Theodore’s hand tightly.
“Wonderfully so,” Draco agreed as Harry motioned for them to slip under a tapestry that hid a false wall which gave way for them. “No one knows this school like our Harry.”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t know everything, Dray. Marcus proved that last night when he took me a back way up to the second floor.”
“The second floor? Is that where the Chamber of Secrets is?” Draco asked suddenly.
“Eh? Well, the entrance, yes,” Harry agreed.
“Dray, why do you care?” Ginny enquired slyly.
“Curiosity?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Mr Malfoy,” Snape’s voice floated over to them as he appeared from a shadow and bore down on the group.
“Professor, is there any reason why you’re following us?” Harry enquired.
“Why, indeed there is, Mr Potter. You see, this is all for your own safety,” Snape said in as cheerful as voice as he could ever get, as far as the students were concerned.
“Safety? Following me? I think not.” Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Ah, yet it is. Expelliarmus.” The five students clustered together as their wands left them and fell into Snape’s waiting hands. “The Headmaster will probably wish to speak to all of you.”
Tom? Now would be a good time to make a sudden appearance! Harry cried out mentally even as he shot another question at the spy before them, “You can’t expect to get away with this.”
“Me? No. That’s Dumbledore’s job.”
“Dumbledore’s job?” Ginny enquired. “How so?”
“Don’t ask me what the coot has up his sleeve.”
“Perhaps he plans on sending Marcus to Voldemort with the information that you’re a spy,” Harry said coldly. “Which, by the way, Marcus already found out, thanks to Dumbledore.”
Snape’s eyes were slits as he pointed his wand at Harry. “An accident just waiting to happen, Mr Potter. Let’s move it.”
“There had better not be any accidents, Severus,” Tom’s cold voice warned them of his presence before he appeared in the middle of the hallway. Harry decided it was another of Tom’s “family secrets”.
“Marcus.” Severus scowled at the other man. “I’m merely taking these children to the Headmaster.”
“Then they should have their wands and not be huddled together in fear,” Tom shot back. “And let me tell you now, if not for Harry, you’d be dead. Hand over the wands, Severus.”
“You have no authority over me.”
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the Head of Slytherin. “I do believe I have information that will quickly put you out of the Dark Lord’s favour, Severus. You’ll live longer if you just listen to me and let me handle my students the way I see fit.”
Severus had gone paler than usual at the threat. “You win this round, Marcus Brutùs,” he hissed, handing the Heir the five wands. Then he turned and stalked back down the hallway.
Tom snorted. “I do believe I’ve won many more that may come, as well.” He held the wands out to the students and each grabbed theirs back, Harry taking his last and grabbing Tom’s hand tightly with it. Tom sighed and pulled the teen into a hug, resting his chin on the top of Harry’s head. Are you alright, Harry?
I will be. Yes.
Tom glanced up at the other students. Ginny was hugging Theodore. Pansy was clutching Draco’s hand tightly while the blond boy tried to hide how much pain it caused him. “This is ridiculous. You five, and Zabini of course, can’t even feel properly safe in this school any longer. Idiot Headmaster.”
Harry muttered something into Tom’s robes.
“What was that, Harry?” Tom asked softly.
Harry looked up with a smirk. “Barmy old codger.”
Ginny, who had heard the tale of Dobby’s freedom, cracked up, stifling her laughter in Theodore’s robe.
Tom cocked an eyebrow at the other Slytherins, who shrugged, then down at Harry. “What, may I ask, has that to do with anything?”
“It’s what Dumbledore told Dobby he could call him,” Harry explained, still grinning widely.
Tom let out a groan. “Why me?”
The students all laughed.
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A/N: Okay, no, I don’t like Dumbledore. Yes, I do like Sev. I am going somewhere with this, be assured. *nods*
Sorry if it was weird. I took a week-long break from writing somewhere in the middle, then finished it while half asleep. *sighs* Chocolate lollipops to everyone who suffered through this. *holds out bowl*
Okay, I’ll probably skip more time between this chapter and the next, just because I can. Expect next chapter to take place in December, okay?
~Batsutousai
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 ||
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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