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batsutousaiTitle: Reclaim
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Beta:sdrana
Pairings: Harry/Tom (Voldemort), Salazar/Godric, Rowena/Helga, Sirius/Remus, Gin/Ted, Herm/???
Warnings: This will have slash (guys on guys, people), a bit of bondage (cough), Bottom!Tom, Top!Harry *sniggers*
Summary: Sequel to Abandon!
In love with the man he’s expected to kill and member of the esteemed Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter must fight in a war in which he is divided. Can he lead his world to peace?
Disclaim Her: Die, you gravy-sucking bananas!!
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
’Written thoughts’
°°Phoenix speech°°
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Chapter 2
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When the upper years started filing into the Great Hall on September first, most glanced up to see who their new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, all wondering how long he'd last. The man was seated between the feared Potions professor and the stern mediwitch. He seemed to get along with both, though, as the three were engaged in a quiet conversation. Snape would occasionally let his eyes roam over the incoming students, as would Madam Pomfrey. The new teacher, however, barely spared a glance for the students, as if he was above them, or could care less what they were up to.
"What do you think of the new guy?" Ronan Rockwell, second year Gryffindor, enquired of his fellow second years.
Storm Ambrose glanced up at the man, gold eyes brightening. "He's handsome."
"He looks rich," Victor McKinley added, wrinkling his nose at the man's perfect green robes.
"And a Slytherin. No wonder he gets along with The Git so well," Neal Wakely agreed, turning away from the man.
"I wonder if he's single..." Storm sighed.
"He's taken, actually," Ula Thorald offered, sitting down next to her best friend, Ronan. The two had made up over the summer through the use of constant owls after a nasty row the previous year. "And he was a Gryffindor."
"You know him?" Storm turned on the girl, long silvery hair whipping Victor in the face. "Think I have a chance?"
Ula gave the other girl an amused look. "Trust me, you don't want to get involved with him," she teased, grey eyes dancing with mischief. If Harry isn't careful, he'll have a fan club by the end of the year, the girl laughed to herself.
"Ula spent the second half of her summer here," Ronan offered, sensing the question before it was asked. "She probably knows all the teachers on a first-name basis by now."
"Not quite," Ula muttered, thinking about the stern McGonagall, who would no sooner let a student call her by her first name than she would dance on the Head Table naked during dinner. However, she had managed to get on the good side of both the resident nurse and the resident bat, through Harry, and often called both by their first names – a habit that Harry had often reminded her that she'd need to break. The Boy-Who-Lived, being the easy-going sort of fellow he was, didn't mind if he was addressed by his first name by a student, especially if that student was his sister or summer ward. Severus Snape and Poppy Pomfrey, however, wouldn't like it much, especially Severus.
"So, what's the name of the newbie?" Neal enquired, leaning forward in interest. The others looked at her expectantly.
Ula shrugged. "Can't remember. Look, here come the new first years."
After trading faintly annoyed looks, all of the second year Gryffindors turned to pay attention to the Sorting.
-~/\~-
"Harry, it looks like you have a fan club already." Poppy chuckled.
"Wonderful." Harry poked at the peas on his plate viciously. "I should have just come as myself."
"Then they would be staring even more," Severus pointed out, sipping at his wine. He'd already checked to make sure the young man next to him hadn't planned anything for the night that had to do with the food or drink at the Head Table, and so he was perfectly happy to calmly eat away.
"I know." Harry sighed and scowled at his plate. "How did Herm manage to get out of the Welcoming Feast again?"
"The twins," Poppy said, with a hint of amusement. This was only the third time Harry had asked. "That, and she's not an official staff member. You don't see Filch in here, do you?"
"No." Harry sighed, setting down his fork. "Question for both of you."
"I'm not letting you use me as a guinea pig," Severus said quickly.
Harry smiled. "You sure?"
"Harry, stop teasing poor Severus." Poppy snorted, shooting the teen a faint smile.
"He's hardly poor."
"What's your question, Potter?" Severus asked with an annoyed look.
Harry grinned. "I'm offering you both my services if you ever need help making a potion or two."
"Bored?" Poppy enquired, giving the young wizard a fond look.
"Aye." Harry sighed dramatically.
"Thank you, but no," Severus cut in calmly. "I will keep that in mind if I need someone to fetch ingredients, though." He smirked at Harry.
Harry grinned. "I look forward to it." Severus nodded and Harry turned back to the mediwitch. "Poppy?"
"Oh, I'll probably call you every once in a while. It also helps that you've a least a basic understanding of medimagic."
"What?! Only basic?! Come on, Poppy. Give me a bit more credit than that, would you?" Harry whined.
"Oh, hush, you. Look, Albus is ready to address the students." Poppy chuckled.
"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts! Now, I'm certain most of you could probably recite my speech by heart by now, but bear with me as I announce it once more for our newcomers," Albus called, his mere presence having silenced the Hall when he'd stood. "The Forbidden Forest is forbidden, as the name suggests. As you're all aware, there should be no magic in the corridors. Also, all of the little banned items can be found on a list in Mr. Filch's office. I do believe that 'any and all releases of the Weasley Twins' is also on there somewhere, so I'd be careful about what you're caught with." This last bit tugged laughter from most of the audience, who's eyes were riveted on the mysterious new Defence teacher, who was, like all the other staff members, watching Albus as if he were the most interesting thing in the universe.
The Headmaster chuckled. "I see you will not be side-tracked. Very well." He glanced at Harry, who nodded and stood slowly, allowing the older wizard time to retake his seat before he acted.
Suddenly, with a bright smile, Harry appeared in his true from, getting gasps and startled cries from all around the room. "Most of you know me, and those who don't, well, you're one of the lucky ones." He winked, grin widening at the laughter he received. "I'm Harry Potter and I'll be teaching all you monsters Defence Against the Greasy Git."
"Potter ..." Severus growled, not-so-obviously enjoying Harry's little show just as much as everyone else in the room.
Harry blinked a few times in confusion. "Sorry, Professor, did you need something?" he enquired of his co-worker, once he appeared to have realized who was talking to him.
Severus let out a heavy sigh. "It seems, Mr. Potter, that fame isn't everything."
"You're talking nonsense again, old man," Harry scoffed, then returned to the room at large. Half of the students were staring at Severus in barely contained fear, others were looking at Harry in awe. "I'll see you all in class," Harry added in a mysterious voice before nodding to Albus and sitting back down.
As the room filled with applause, Poppy grinned at the teen. "Imp."
"Aye. Now you all see how I earned that name."
"I think we were well aware of that before," Severus muttered darkly. "And don't call me old."
"Blow to your pride, Sevvie?"
"Do I look like Albus Dumbledore to you?!"
"Oh, I dunno ..."
"Stop tormenting Severus already." Poppy laughed. "Look, Albus dismissed them while we weren't paying any attention." The woman stood. "I'm off to bed then."
"Good night, Poppy," Harry offered with a smile.
"Good night," Severus agreed.
Poppy offered the two Dark Wizards smiles, then wandered off.
"I believe I'll let your fan club think you're safe to be approached," Severus muttered, standing and nodding to where Ula and her friends stood.
Harry sighed. "Great. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, then."
"Indeed." The dark man swept from the Hall as Harry stood.
"I'm not going to bite, you know," Harry offered, stepping around the table and down off the dais it rested on. Almost immediately, Ula threw herself into his arms. Harry, startled, froze for half a second before wrapping her in a hug. "What's wrong, Ula?"
Ula look up at him, a big smile on her face. "I just wanted to see what you would do."
"You did, huh?" Harry enquired.
Ula smirked. "Yup. What are you planning on doing about it?"
"The only think I can do, of course," Harry replied with a sigh. "TICKLE ATTACK!"
Ula squealed with delight as the young man tickled her with a grin. "Mercy! Mercy!" she finally cried through her laughter.
"I'm sorry. I don't know the meaning of that word," Harry declared, still tickling the child mercilessly.
'Big brother, you're such a pain sometimes.' appeared in front of Harry's face.
Harry stopped tickling his ward so he could wave his sister over. "Hey, Gin! I haven't seen you in a week!"
'Really.' Gin rolled her eyes at the wizard as she walked over to them. 'Well then, Professor, would you like to help me take these brats back up to their dorm?'
Harry grinned. "Sure thing, sis."
"Piggy-back!" Ula demanded immediately.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Marcus is right. You act like a five-year-old," he declared even as he leaned down to let the girl onto his back.
Ula smacked the wizard gently for the comment about her age. "Funny. He tends to act just as bad as I do most of the time."
Harry laughed. "I know. It's endearing."
"You are odd."
'Oh, I dunno. I always thought it was kinda sweet,' Gin offered as the group of Gryffindors headed towards the doors of the Great Hall.
Ula rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Gin. Oh, hey, Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"You owe me a galleon."
"I do, do I?"
"Yup." Ula tugged at his hair. "Storm asked whether you were available before anyone asked your name."
"Hey!" Storm shot the auburn-haired girl a mildly annoyed look.
"You did," Victor threw in. "I recall it rather well, actually, as I got a mouthful of hair."
"If you didn't want it, you should have moved your head."
"You need to cut your hair!"
"You could put it up," Harry offered softly, ending the argument. "One of my friends taught me how to put together some rather fancy buns that would work well with your hair."
Gin turned to blink at her brother. 'When the hell did you turn into such a fairy?'
Harry winced. "Ouch. You know, you'd be learning hair buns too, if Pan suddenly wanted to show you every last clothing magazine in her collection."
Gin shuddered. 'No, thanks. Once was enough.'
"That's what I thought."
"Hey, Professor?" Ronan spoke up carefully as they neared the entrance to the Tower.
"What is it, Mr. Rockwell?" Harry enquired neutrally.
"Um, I heard my mum talking about some duelling group ..."
Harry motioned for the group to stop and nodded. "You'll learn more about that in your first class with me." He knelt to let Ula off, then smiled at the six Gryffindors before him. "You all look fine. Gin, you know how to get in contact with me if something happens, right?"
'YES, Harry. And I think I can handle things just fine, thank you.' the girl grumbled, reaching up to polish her new Head Girl badge.
"Of that, I have no doubt," Harry replied honestly. He had been the one to suggest that his sister would made a perfect Head Girl. Albus hadn't liked it at first, but her responsibility with her godchildren showed that she should be fine. The Head Boy was some Ravenclaw who had spent most of his Hogwarts career in the library and got near-perfect marks.
"Can I come sleep in your room tonight, Harry?" Ula begged suddenly.
Harry gave the girl a patient look. "No, Ula. We've been over this. Two weeks in Gryffindor Tower before you can start using my room as a hidey-hole," the Boy-Who-Lived said with a fond smile. "Now then, I have things I need to get to–"
'You mean, Marcus is here.' Gin clarified with a smirk.
"Did I say that?" Harry shook his head. "Off with you lot. Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
"It's just the first day of school." Ronan snorted.
Harry's eyes glittered mischievously. "I know."
"Did you plan a prank?!" Ula shrieked.
"Night," Harry called back, fading into the scattered shadows of the hallway.
"One of these days I'm going to figure out how he does that," Ula grumbled before leading everyone into the common room. Gin merely smiled to herself and slipped in after the group. She knew how Harry did his little disappearing act.
-~/\~-
"I think these are a bit tight ..." Harry's head shot around to his bed, wand pointed at the intruder before he even thought about it. "Don't you point that thing at me! Jeez."
Harry placed a hand over his heart and leaned back against the door, closing it. "Tom Marvolo Riddle, if you ever do that again, I'm going to hex you so hard."
"Mmm. That could prove rather nice, actually."
"You, Master Riddle, are insane," Harry groaned, moving over to his desk so he could take off his robes.
"No debate here. Hey, Harry, could you get me the key for these things?" Tom eyed the box next to Harry's desk.
"Accio it yourself," Harry muttered, peeling off his shirt. "Ugh. I'm never wearing that much clothing again."
"Err, love, see, I can't summon them to me. There's some sort of anti-magic spell on these things."
Harry turned slowly and took a long moment to see what sort of scrap his lover had got himself into that time. The Dark Lord had apparently been playing around with the handcuffs Harry had been given for his birthday and had, consequently, managed to chain himself to the bed. The younger wizard smirked and started to slowly walk across the room.
Tom watched him warily. "Um, key?"
Harry's smirk widened. "Well, now that I've finally got them on you."
"You wouldn't!" Tom exclaimed. As Harry slowly started to unbutton his robe he muttered, "Of course you would. Who'd I think I was talking to?"
"A Gryffindor?" Harry offered, running a finger down the chest he was slowly revealing.
"Tactical error," Tom muttered, closing his eyes. "You sure you don't want to un-handcuff me first, love?"
"Now that I've got you right where I want you? I think not!" Harry laughed, letting the sides of the robe fall away. "Ooh, I do like it when you seem to forget to wear anything under your robe, you know," he added, fisting the Dark Lord's cock.
"Think you've mentioned that before," Tom growled, scowling at the amused younger wizard.
"Mmm ..." Harry tapped his chin, letting go of the Dark Lord's now proud erection, and wandered over to the box of stuff that he'd received. Tom let out a sigh, thinking the other was planning on freeing him. Instead, Harry came back with the cock ring and set it to use before the Dark Lord could say a word.
"No! You were going to wear it first!" Tom complained.
"I didn't agree to that," Harry pointed out, stripping. He stopped, once naked, to look over his lover, then, with a smirk, hopped over to his desk again.
"What are you getting now?" Tom asked worriedly.
A flash of light let him know better than words ever could. "WHAT?! NO!! NO PICTURES!"
Harry smirked, dangling the camera from one finger. "But you look so beautiful, love."
"Dark Lords don't do beautiful," Tom grumbled.
Harry set the camera down, then slinked onto the bed. "You do," he whispered before drawing the man into a soft kiss. The Dark Lord kissed him back frantically. It had been difficult for them to do much of anything, since Albus generally kept Harry busy enough to leave him exhausted when night fell, and Tom couldn't always make it to the school at night, keeping them from even cuddling. After months of constant contact, it had left both edgy and rather horny.
Harry pulled away from the kiss and smiled at the fidgeting Dark Lord. "Something wrong, love?"
"Get it off, Harry," Tom ordered.
"You're not very scary right now, love, just so you know," Harry teased, leaning down to take one of the man's nipples in his mouth.
The Dark Lord let out a muttered string of curses, which ended in a low moan as Harry took a hold of his cock again. "Cheater," he rasped.
"You don't mind," Harry replied, slipping a hand beneath his lover's arse and fingering the man's pucker.
Tom's eyes narrowed. "Stop going so slow, imp."
Harry smiled triumphantly. "As you wish, love," he said as he slipped a finger into the elder man's hole and muttered a lubrication spell. This would be only the second time Tom had let him bugger him. It wasn't so much that Tom wouldn't let it happen at any cost, it was just that he had the need to top more often than Harry did. Harry didn't mind so much – he rather liked being buggered – but the change of pace was nice.
"You always go so slow," Tom complained.
"It's not like you can come anyway, so stop complaining," Harry shot back, earning him a faint whimpering sound. He smiled and kissed his lover as he moved to slip himself into the man.
:Oooooh ...: Tom moaned against Harry's lips at the full feeling he got from having Harry within him.
:More?: Harry hissed teasingly.
The Dark Lord stared up at his lover with lust-filled red eyes. :Now,: he rasped.
Harry smiled and started moving, smile widening as Tom closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensations, though he'd wince slightly every time Harry brushed against his trapped cock. :Something wrong, love?: Harry enquired innocently after a moment.
Tom cracked an eye open. :Take. It. Off,: he ground out.
:Why?: the younger wizard enquired, purposely brushing against the trapped cock with some force.
The Dark Lord let out a hiss of surprise, then scowled. :Please?: he asked, changing tactics.
Harry kissed him. :Only because I have that lovely picture,: he murmured before releasing the ring. He smiled at the relieved sigh he got in response.
:Faster?: the Dark Lord whispered, turning pleading red eyes on his lover, which Harry found mildly disturbing, and told him so, earning him an even more intense pleading look.
:Bastard,: Harry muttered, speeding up. The Dark Lord's response was only a faint moan.
Before Harry could get much closer to his own climax, Tom let out a cry and spilled himself between them. Harry sped up even more, speeding towards his own climax faster than usual due to his lover's clenching muscles. With a whispered, "Tom," Harry fell over the edge himself, collapsing atop Tom once spent.
The two wizards lay together for a long moment, catching their breaths, before Tom started tugging at his bindings. "Harry," he said warningly.
"It's your fault you're in this bind, you know," Harry pointed out logically.
"The key, you imp."
Harry smiled and held out a hand. "Accio key." The key to the handcuffs few into Harry's hand and he easily unlocked the Dark Lord.
Tom shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, ignoring his slightly sore wrists. "Oh, go to sleep, imp."
Harry just nuzzled his lover's chest with a peaceful sigh.
-~/\~-
Harry smiled at his first class of the year from the shadowy corner in the back of the room. It just happened to be the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins, and he had to wonder if Albus hadn't done that on purpose. Of course, watching Cyrus York and his pal Morgan Munro shoot dirty looks at Ula and Ronan made Harry believe that the Headmaster had merely sent them all his way in hopes that he could calm them down somehow.
Morgan, believing it was safe, smirked and stood. "So, Thorald, I hear you spent time with the Dark Lord this summer." All of the Slytherins except Babette Kern – an outcast, of sorts – laughed as Ula pretended they weren't there and did her best to keep Ronan from rising to the bait. She knew Harry was in the room somewhere.
"So, how many times did he Crucio you, you little whore?" Juno Baddock threw in as she filed her nails.
As Ronan stood to throw back a response, Harry appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, behind Juno. "I believe I've told you in the past to watch your mouth, Miss Baddock," the wizard hissed coldly.
Everyone in the room but Ula jumped, and Juno let out a scream, tumbling from her chair. "Potter!"
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the girl. "Fifteen points from your House for both your language and disrespect of a teacher," he intoned, then swept up to the head of the room. "And I should be taking points from you as well, Mr. Munro, but I'm feeling generous today." He turned slowly. "Sit down. All of you." He looked over their seating arrangements and suppressed a heavy sigh. Why do I end up with all the fun chores?
Because the coot thinks you can handle them, Tom replied with a touch of laughter.
Yes, yes. Harry shook his head. "Up, all of you."
"You just told us to sit down!" Ronan complained.
"Five points from Gryffindor. Stand up and get your stuff," Harry replied. "Everyone into the aisle. We're going to play a little game."
"I'm already hating this game," Cyrus muttered.
"Good." Harry stepped forward. "Mr. York, you can sit right here." He tapped the first desk in the first row with a smile.
Cyrus scowled, but moved his stuff to the desk. "Fine."
Harry nodded. "Sit. Mr. Rockwell, you will sit next to him."
"Professor, you can't expect me to sit next to that–"
"Five points, Mr. Rockwell. Sit down before I make it ten," Harry cut Ronan off before he used any vulgar language. With a furious look, Ronan sat next to a smirking Cyrus. "Miss Kern, you will sit next to Mr. Rockwell." Babs took her seat without any complaint, as Harry had expected. He tapped the desk on the other side of the aisle from Babs as he spoke the next name. "Miss Clough." Enid Clough, Babs' best friend, gave Harry a grateful look and took her seat.
Harry smiled faintly as he moved to the next seat in the front row. "Mr. Munro, this is your seat. Miss Thorald, you'll be sitting next to him." Morgan and Ula glared daggers at one another as they took their seats. With a sigh, Harry moved on to the next row. "Miss Baddock, you will sit here–"
"Behind Thorald?!"
"Five points. Sit." Juno sat with a huff and glared at the teacher as Harry moved to the next desk. "Mr. Wakely, you'll be here." Neal nodded and, with a helpless sigh, took his seat. "Mr. Stanton, you'll be next," Harry added, smiling faintly when Iven Stanton took his new seat without any complaint. "Miss Ambrose." Harry nodded to the desk across the aisle from Iven. Storm blinked at Harry cutely before taking her new seat with a huff. Harry's smile widened. "Miss Chelton, next, and then Mr. McKinley." Both Paloma Chelton and Victor took their new seats quietly.
Harry watched the Slytherins smirking at the Gryffindors and rolled his eyes. "These will be your seats for the rest of the year," the green-eyed man said, taking his place at the head of the classroom again. "Any attacks on your neighbours will lose your House one hundred points." Harry smirked as everyone turned to look at him with incredulous looks. "And, of course, if you trade seats, you'll be losing your House fifty points."
"If you catch us," Storm pointed out with a bright smile.
Harry blinked a few times as all the boys in the class turned to look a Storm hungrily. Ula groaned and looked at her dorm mate. "Look, Storm, it's not doing anything to Harry. Would you stop it with your Veela trick?!"
Storm pouted and all the boys seemed to snap back to attention with slightly dazed looks. "Why not?!"
Harry smiled. "You're the wrong sex, Miss Ambrose," he offered lightly before turning serious. "And, trust me, I will know if one of you attempt to trade places."
Ula nodded. She'd used some of Tom's pre-prepared Polyjuice Potion to try and sneak into a Death Eater meeting once. As soon as Harry and the Dark Lord had stepped in, the younger Dark wizard had walked up to her and dragged her from the room, then proceeded to yell at her. Ula still didn't know how he'd managed to catch her.
"Hey!" Morgan said suddenly, spinning to give Ula a strange look. "You called him by his first name!" He looked at Harry, who was smiling. "She was disrespecting you!"
"Not really," Harry replied. "Unlike your other professors, I don't mind if you call me by my first name or forget to call me 'professor', I just ask you do so respectfully."
"Hey, Professor Harry, could you teach me a sex-changing spell?" Storm called out suddenly. Harry and the rest of the class gave the witch strange looks. When Harry burst out laughing, everyone turned to look at him. Storm pouted. "I'm serious!"
Harry pulled his laughter under control and smiled at the girl. "I know. It was just the way you asked the question." He winked. "As for the spell, I do know one or two, yes, but they'll land you in Azkaban, so I wouldn't suggest trying it."
Storm leaned forward. "So, my enthrallment doesn't work on you because you're gay?" she enquired. The class turned to Harry curiously.
Harry tapped on his chin. "You know, that's a good question." He smiled. "It's possible that's the cause. Or, perhaps, it just doesn't work one someone who's already enthralled by someone else."
"That could be interesting to test," Iven said, frowning at Storm.
"Maybe ..." Storm agreed reluctantly.
Harry smiled. "This brings up another thing we're doing this year." The students all turned to look at him. "Each of you are going to have to pair up to perform a project of sorts over the course of the year. This way, I won't have to make you all do an exam at the end of the year, and you can all learn to work together in pairs from opposing Houses, since that's how I want it split up. You may all work it out among yourselves of course, but, anyone who doesn't get it done by the end of the year fails their exam."
Ula frowned. "Did you actually ask Dumbles if you could do that?"
Harry grinned at the girl. "Are you criticizing me, Miss Thorald?" he teased.
"No." Ula scowled. "I'm just pointing out that you and the Headmaster seem to have very different viewpoints on everything."
"You do seem to fight with one another a lot," Enid put in shyly.
"I suppose we do," Harry agreed, nodding. "However, Professor Dumbles can't really disagree with this system, since it's been around since before he was born."
"What?!"
"No way!"
"How's that possible?"
Harry held up his hands to silence the exclamations of surprise. "Originally, more professors at Hogwarts would give projects rather than exams to their students to see how adept they were at the subject. The system was created by Helga Hufflepuff because she didn't like grading papers. She went to Godric Gryffindor, the Headmaster and professor of Transfiguration at the time, and asked for him to let her give her students projects. Godric agreed and Helga gave projects from then on. Many of the other teachers, including both Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric, also started giving yearly projects in place of year exams."
"Oiy, Professor Potter, could you take over as the History of Magic professor?" Paloma asked in awe.
Harry grinned. "I think I prefer Defence, personally, but I'll see if I can find someone less boring than Binns to teach History, hmm?"
Morgan leaned back in his seat and cocked an eyebrow at Juno, who grinned. "What do you think?"
"I like him," the girl replied softly. "He's a bastard, but he's fun, and he knows what he's doing."
Ula grinned and winked at Harry. Yay! Harry wins!
-~/\~-
"I found it!" Herm shouted, slamming into Harry's office.
Harry put on his glasses, which he'd taken off to do his paperwork, and frowned at his friend. "Yes?"
"Come on! I found Ravenclaw's room!" Herm said excitedly.
Harry was up and out of his chair in record time. He ran after Herm as she led the way towards the library. The two leaders of the original DA easily dodged the students who were milling about in the halls, Harry doing his best to run at Herm's speed and not any faster.
Both Harry and Herm were stopped short when two hands shot out of seemingly empty air and grabbed their robes. Herm fell to the ground with a thud as Harry spun and pointed his wand at their attacker.
"Mr. Potter, you are a teacher," Severus said dully. "Do try not to break any rules."
Harry let out a breath, then turned to help Herm to her feet. "Severus, do try to be more cautious when stopping people, would you? We could have broken our necks."
"Would serve you right," was the sharp response.
Herm sent the Potions Professor a cold look. "For your information, Professor, this was important."
"Miss Granger, important to you and important to me rarely match."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, Herm. We have to go see if Rowena will let us in."
Severus' eyes widened. "You finally got into the room?"
Herm rolled her eyes. "Only the passageway. I wanted Harry with me before I tried to get any further."
"So, there are brains in there," Severus offered with heavy sarcasm.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, stop it. Come on, Sevvie, you might as well come."
"No running in the halls," Severus ordered.
"Only 'cause you're so slow, you'd never catch up," Harry shot back, taking off at a quick trot, Herm at his side.
Severus scowled and moved quickly to step up next to Harry, easily keeping pace with him. "Perhaps, Harry, you are the slow one."
"Was that an offer for a race?" Harry enquired teasingly.
"Not indoors."
"Give up, Harry." Herm snorted, leading the way into the library. Irma Pince gave them all a stern look, then went back to shelving books.
"Does that woman ever smile?" Harry grumbled.
"No," Herm and Severus chorused.
"Figures." Harry gave a heavy sigh.
Herm stopped them before a tall gargoyle. "Plus est quam vita salusque quod pertit," she intoned. The gargoyle slipped down into the ground and a long plank of rotting wood slid over the hole. The wooden plank seemed to make up the floor of the passage, as it disappeared into the darkness. "This is why I wanted you, Harry," Herm whispered. "I'm not quite clear on how to get around this problem."
Harry nodded and pulled out his wand. "Restituo." Slowly, but surely, the wood began to pull itself back together.
"I wish we'd found this before school had started again," Severus muttered.
"I know." Herm sighed helplessly.
Harry shrugged. "Nothing to help it now, and I can always throw up an illusion," he commented as he stepped out onto the plank cautiously, then started bouncing on it slightly.
Herm grimaced. "Please don't do that, Harry. You're making me nervous."
Harry grinned. "Sorry, Herm, but I need to make sure it's safe to walk on."
Severus coughed into his hand. "I'll put the illusion up. Why don't you two head on down and I'll catch up?"
Harry nodded. "Right. Just take care; this thing will hold if you're careful, but I wouldn't trust it too far." He frowned. "Stagger our walking. Herm, start off just before you lose sight of me; Severus, follow just before you lose sight of Herm. Also, cast the Lumos spell so you have light."
"Right." Both Herm and Severus nodded in agreement.
With a frown, Harry cast Lumos in his hand, then started walking down the plank carefully, watching for any part that his spell hadn't hit. There were only two rotted spots and, after trying the spell again and finding it just wouldn't work, he cast a bright red Lumos on both as a warning.
At the end of the wood plank there was a small stone alcove with a steel door. Harry tested the stones, then, deciding it was safe enough, waved Herm and Severus forward before turning to study the door.
"Another door. Brilliant," Herm groaned, stepping onto the small stone outcropping.
"It swings inward," Harry murmured, still studying the door. "I've found no lock, and it won't budge if you push on it."
"Ravenclaw was the brains of the four Founders," Severus pointed out, having joined them, but remaining on the wood plank. "Brawn won't work here. Just as you needed a Latin phrase to get past the gargoyle and a lesser known housekeeping spell to get over the wood plank, you'll need something here."
"Right..." Harry frowned. "Would you like to get a look at this door?"
"Sure." Severus stepped up onto the stone.
Herm let out a shriek as the wood plank fell away, leaving a gaping hole behind them.
"Guess we won't be going back that way." Severus sighed.
But Harry, who had altered his eyes earlier to that of a cat to allow him to see better, shook his head. "There's a staircase down there."
"Please tell me we don't have to go down there?" Herm whispered, covering her heart with one hand.
Harry said nothing, just hopped over the edge.
"HARRY!" Herm screamed. Even Severus froze, eyes wide in a mixture of shock and horror.
The two on the platform waited for what seemed like an eternity with bated breaths before a strong light cut through the darkness to show them a grinning Harry standing on a staircase far below them. "We didn't need to walk along the wood at all. This looks like it started up there," Harry's calm voice said from below them. "You two can jump down, you know."
"I'm not jumping down that far!" Herm shouted.
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." Herm let out shout as she started floating down to the stairs. Severus, not wanting to be floated down by Harry, started floating himself down quietly.
As soon as Herm's feet touched the stairs, she threw her arms around Harry neck and buried her face against him, body shaking with sobs. "Don't do that!"
Harry hugged his friend close. "I'm sorry, Herm. I didn't mean to scare you so much, but you're just not normally this jumpy."
"Why is that?" Severus enquired, settling down behind the Boy-Who-Lived. "I've never seen you this jumpy before, Herm."
Herm pulled away to wipe at her eyes. "I-I got a le-letter from R-Ron today," she hiccupped.
Harry's eyes darkened. "I'll kill the little shit."
Herm let out a nervous little giggle. "Funny, that's what he said."
"I thought Weasley couldn't send owls from his cell," Severus said with a frown.
Harry froze, then swallowed with some difficulty. "No, he can't." He took a deep breath. "We'll worry about Ron later. For now, let's find Rowena," the young wizard decided firmly, making a note to get in contact with Remus about them going out that weekend.
The three travelled down the stairs with care, Harry and Herm riding abreast so Herm could keep a good grip on Harry's arm to keep him from doing any other foolish stunts, and Severus watching their back.
Herm saw the flashing light first and froze. "What's that?"
The two wizards stopped with her and Harry narrowed his eyes. "Looks like firelight from under a door."
Herm took a deep breath, then took the lead, letting go of Harry without a thought.
Harry traded looks with Severus. "Think she's trying to protect me?" Harry enquired, eyes bright in the shine of the spell light.
"I think she's being a Gryffindor." Severus replied, motioning for them to follow the brunette.
"Ah." Harry nodded. "Same thing, though."
Severus offered the young man a quick smile. "Indeed."
"It's a door!" Herm called back.
"Don't open it!" Harry and Severus shouted just before the witch threw the door open.
A furious-looking witch stood in the doorway, her pale silver hair flying about her face in a flurry. "What do you want, girl?" she spat nastily.
Harry stepped up behind Herm, who was staring at the ghost in fear, and placed his hands on her shoulders before giving the ghost a stern look. "I thought Salazar was the bastard. From what Godric said, I thought you'd be reasonable, not a complete bitch."
"Harry!" Herm cried in horror as she stared at Rowena Ravenclaw.
Rowena smiled faintly and relaxed. "You're Godric's Heir."
"One of them," Harry agreed, inclining his head. "Name's Harry Potter."
"A pleasure to meet you," Rowena agreed before turning to Herm with an apologetic look. "I apologize for scaring you, but it was the last test."
"You do seem to like tests, Madam Ravenclaw," Severus agreed as he stepped up next to Harry. "I am Severus Snape."
"And this is Hermione Granger." Harry added, eyes laughing at the shocked silence radiating from his best friend. "May we come in, Lady Ravenclaw?"
Rowena's eyebrows went up even as she motioned for them to come in. "Godric told you that I'm a Lady, didn't he?"
"Nope." Harry smirked, pushing Herm in ahead of him. "Salazar did."
"Figures." Rowena closed the door behind Severus.
Harry sat Herm down, then knelt before her. "All right? We're in, no one's hurt, everything's fine." He set a hand on one side of her face. "You okay, Herm?"
"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Herm cried furiously, then smacked Harry across the face.
Harry grinned. "You'll be fine," he offered, ignoring the reddening spot on his cheek.
Herm froze, then burst into tears suddenly.
"Herm! What's wrong!" Harry cried, startled.
"I sh-shouldn't have s-sm-smacked y-you!" the witch sobbed.
Harry let out a sigh, then gathered the young woman into his arms and rocked her back and forth. "Hush. Look, see, it's fading already. It didn't even hurt," Harry whispered. Once Herm had calmed down a bit, the wizard smirked. "Anyway, I think I deserved it."
"You did!" Herm declared.
Harry nodded. "There you go. You going to be okay, now?" Herm nodded, so Harry slipped into his own seat, cocking an eyebrow at Rowena, who was smiling at them. "Can I help you, Lady?"
"How close are you two?" the ghost inquired slyly.
"Best friends," Harry replied promptly, having seen that the woman was looking at where a Potter family ring sat on Herm's right hand. He'd given it to her over the summer, claiming her as his honorary other sister. "And her children are my godchildren."
"I see..."
Herm scowled. "I'm not dating men anymore. The only straight ones I know are jerks!"
"Thank you so much, Miss Granger," Severus commented dryly.
"You're sleeping with Rabastan Lestrange, so shut up," Herm shot back.
Harry laughed at the gaping fish look this comment dragged from the stern Potions Professor. "You knew she'd find out, Sevvie."
Severus snapped his mouth shut. "Silence, you impudent brat," he grumbled.
Harry stuck out his tongue at the older wizard, then gave Herm a curious look. "Got any gals in mind?"
"Not a chance I'd tell you," Herm replied. "You'd try and hook us up in no time."
"Ah well." Harry shrugged. "I'll find out sooner or later, then turn you over to Gin."
Herm's only response was a moan.
Rowena smiled and took a seat. "So, you're freeing all the Founders?"
Harry shrugged. "Something like that. We still have to get to Helga, I suppose ..."
"Why are you trying to free us?" Rowena slipped in.
"There's a war in the wizarding world right now," Herm offered. "We're on one side and we'd like the help of the four Founders."
"The only problem, is that the Headmaster of Hogwarts is on the opposing side," Severus added. "If we had Hogwarts, the building herself, on our side, it would help immensely."
Rowena frowned at the two who had spoken. "And what if I don't agree with your thoughts?"
"Then I suppose you'd be against us," Harry said calmly. "We have meetings every Wednesday night after lights out in Godric's room."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at the leader of the Juniors. "Have you told them this yet?"
Harry smirked. "Of course not. They'll be finding out this coming Wednesday."
"And if they don't come?" Herm enquired sternly.
"I get to prank them that morning," Harry replied cheerfully.
"I thought you had to okay all pranks with Albus," Severus commented dryly.
Harry grinned. "Who says he has to know it's me?"
"Imp."
"Don't you know it!" Harry winked. "I think I can get Siri to drop by that night, too..."
Herm laughed. "You're horrible!"
"Oh, I don't know. Just tell Black which brats to prank and give him all the passwords and he'll be fine," Severus muttered.
"I know. It'll be fun," Harry agreed.
"Oh, stop!" Herm shook her head in amusement.
Harry smiled at the witch before turning to Rowena with a serious look. "Whether you come or not is up to you, Lady. I would like for you to come and, even better, agree with our side, but I cannot make your decisions for you." He stood. "If I do not see you Wednesday, I shall attempt to drop by later that week to talk." He smiled. "I've found that you Founders can be quite informative, and making Albus panic is one of my hobbies."
Severus stood behind Harry. "Good day, Lady Ravenclaw," he commented as Herm stood and bowed formally.
"Good day," Rowena agreed quietly, then watched the three companions leave her to her thoughts.
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A/N: Well ... that was a fun chapter. Kinda random. *sweatdrop* But, hey! You got your lemon!
And, yes, I have finally decided who Herm will end up with and, no, it's not one of the original choices. So... Who wants to guess? XD
Translation: Plus est quam vita salusque quod pertit – More was lost than mere life and existence
This was a quote from the book The Civil War, written by Lucan, who was Roman, it seems. *sweatdrop*
~Bats ^.^x
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:
sdranaPairings: Harry/Tom (Voldemort), Salazar/Godric, Rowena/Helga, Sirius/Remus, Gin/Ted, Herm/???
Warnings: This will have slash (guys on guys, people), a bit of bondage (cough), Bottom!Tom, Top!Harry *sniggers*
Summary: Sequel to Abandon!
In love with the man he’s expected to kill and member of the esteemed Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter must fight in a war in which he is divided. Can he lead his world to peace?
Disclaim Her: Die, you gravy-sucking bananas!!
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
’Written thoughts’
°°Phoenix speech°°
Chapter 2
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When the upper years started filing into the Great Hall on September first, most glanced up to see who their new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher would be, all wondering how long he'd last. The man was seated between the feared Potions professor and the stern mediwitch. He seemed to get along with both, though, as the three were engaged in a quiet conversation. Snape would occasionally let his eyes roam over the incoming students, as would Madam Pomfrey. The new teacher, however, barely spared a glance for the students, as if he was above them, or could care less what they were up to.
"What do you think of the new guy?" Ronan Rockwell, second year Gryffindor, enquired of his fellow second years.
Storm Ambrose glanced up at the man, gold eyes brightening. "He's handsome."
"He looks rich," Victor McKinley added, wrinkling his nose at the man's perfect green robes.
"And a Slytherin. No wonder he gets along with The Git so well," Neal Wakely agreed, turning away from the man.
"I wonder if he's single..." Storm sighed.
"He's taken, actually," Ula Thorald offered, sitting down next to her best friend, Ronan. The two had made up over the summer through the use of constant owls after a nasty row the previous year. "And he was a Gryffindor."
"You know him?" Storm turned on the girl, long silvery hair whipping Victor in the face. "Think I have a chance?"
Ula gave the other girl an amused look. "Trust me, you don't want to get involved with him," she teased, grey eyes dancing with mischief. If Harry isn't careful, he'll have a fan club by the end of the year, the girl laughed to herself.
"Ula spent the second half of her summer here," Ronan offered, sensing the question before it was asked. "She probably knows all the teachers on a first-name basis by now."
"Not quite," Ula muttered, thinking about the stern McGonagall, who would no sooner let a student call her by her first name than she would dance on the Head Table naked during dinner. However, she had managed to get on the good side of both the resident nurse and the resident bat, through Harry, and often called both by their first names – a habit that Harry had often reminded her that she'd need to break. The Boy-Who-Lived, being the easy-going sort of fellow he was, didn't mind if he was addressed by his first name by a student, especially if that student was his sister or summer ward. Severus Snape and Poppy Pomfrey, however, wouldn't like it much, especially Severus.
"So, what's the name of the newbie?" Neal enquired, leaning forward in interest. The others looked at her expectantly.
Ula shrugged. "Can't remember. Look, here come the new first years."
After trading faintly annoyed looks, all of the second year Gryffindors turned to pay attention to the Sorting.
"Harry, it looks like you have a fan club already." Poppy chuckled.
"Wonderful." Harry poked at the peas on his plate viciously. "I should have just come as myself."
"Then they would be staring even more," Severus pointed out, sipping at his wine. He'd already checked to make sure the young man next to him hadn't planned anything for the night that had to do with the food or drink at the Head Table, and so he was perfectly happy to calmly eat away.
"I know." Harry sighed and scowled at his plate. "How did Herm manage to get out of the Welcoming Feast again?"
"The twins," Poppy said, with a hint of amusement. This was only the third time Harry had asked. "That, and she's not an official staff member. You don't see Filch in here, do you?"
"No." Harry sighed, setting down his fork. "Question for both of you."
"I'm not letting you use me as a guinea pig," Severus said quickly.
Harry smiled. "You sure?"
"Harry, stop teasing poor Severus." Poppy snorted, shooting the teen a faint smile.
"He's hardly poor."
"What's your question, Potter?" Severus asked with an annoyed look.
Harry grinned. "I'm offering you both my services if you ever need help making a potion or two."
"Bored?" Poppy enquired, giving the young wizard a fond look.
"Aye." Harry sighed dramatically.
"Thank you, but no," Severus cut in calmly. "I will keep that in mind if I need someone to fetch ingredients, though." He smirked at Harry.
Harry grinned. "I look forward to it." Severus nodded and Harry turned back to the mediwitch. "Poppy?"
"Oh, I'll probably call you every once in a while. It also helps that you've a least a basic understanding of medimagic."
"What?! Only basic?! Come on, Poppy. Give me a bit more credit than that, would you?" Harry whined.
"Oh, hush, you. Look, Albus is ready to address the students." Poppy chuckled.
"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts! Now, I'm certain most of you could probably recite my speech by heart by now, but bear with me as I announce it once more for our newcomers," Albus called, his mere presence having silenced the Hall when he'd stood. "The Forbidden Forest is forbidden, as the name suggests. As you're all aware, there should be no magic in the corridors. Also, all of the little banned items can be found on a list in Mr. Filch's office. I do believe that 'any and all releases of the Weasley Twins' is also on there somewhere, so I'd be careful about what you're caught with." This last bit tugged laughter from most of the audience, who's eyes were riveted on the mysterious new Defence teacher, who was, like all the other staff members, watching Albus as if he were the most interesting thing in the universe.
The Headmaster chuckled. "I see you will not be side-tracked. Very well." He glanced at Harry, who nodded and stood slowly, allowing the older wizard time to retake his seat before he acted.
Suddenly, with a bright smile, Harry appeared in his true from, getting gasps and startled cries from all around the room. "Most of you know me, and those who don't, well, you're one of the lucky ones." He winked, grin widening at the laughter he received. "I'm Harry Potter and I'll be teaching all you monsters Defence Against the Greasy Git."
"Potter ..." Severus growled, not-so-obviously enjoying Harry's little show just as much as everyone else in the room.
Harry blinked a few times in confusion. "Sorry, Professor, did you need something?" he enquired of his co-worker, once he appeared to have realized who was talking to him.
Severus let out a heavy sigh. "It seems, Mr. Potter, that fame isn't everything."
"You're talking nonsense again, old man," Harry scoffed, then returned to the room at large. Half of the students were staring at Severus in barely contained fear, others were looking at Harry in awe. "I'll see you all in class," Harry added in a mysterious voice before nodding to Albus and sitting back down.
As the room filled with applause, Poppy grinned at the teen. "Imp."
"Aye. Now you all see how I earned that name."
"I think we were well aware of that before," Severus muttered darkly. "And don't call me old."
"Blow to your pride, Sevvie?"
"Do I look like Albus Dumbledore to you?!"
"Oh, I dunno ..."
"Stop tormenting Severus already." Poppy laughed. "Look, Albus dismissed them while we weren't paying any attention." The woman stood. "I'm off to bed then."
"Good night, Poppy," Harry offered with a smile.
"Good night," Severus agreed.
Poppy offered the two Dark Wizards smiles, then wandered off.
"I believe I'll let your fan club think you're safe to be approached," Severus muttered, standing and nodding to where Ula and her friends stood.
Harry sighed. "Great. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, then."
"Indeed." The dark man swept from the Hall as Harry stood.
"I'm not going to bite, you know," Harry offered, stepping around the table and down off the dais it rested on. Almost immediately, Ula threw herself into his arms. Harry, startled, froze for half a second before wrapping her in a hug. "What's wrong, Ula?"
Ula look up at him, a big smile on her face. "I just wanted to see what you would do."
"You did, huh?" Harry enquired.
Ula smirked. "Yup. What are you planning on doing about it?"
"The only think I can do, of course," Harry replied with a sigh. "TICKLE ATTACK!"
Ula squealed with delight as the young man tickled her with a grin. "Mercy! Mercy!" she finally cried through her laughter.
"I'm sorry. I don't know the meaning of that word," Harry declared, still tickling the child mercilessly.
'Big brother, you're such a pain sometimes.' appeared in front of Harry's face.
Harry stopped tickling his ward so he could wave his sister over. "Hey, Gin! I haven't seen you in a week!"
'Really.' Gin rolled her eyes at the wizard as she walked over to them. 'Well then, Professor, would you like to help me take these brats back up to their dorm?'
Harry grinned. "Sure thing, sis."
"Piggy-back!" Ula demanded immediately.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Marcus is right. You act like a five-year-old," he declared even as he leaned down to let the girl onto his back.
Ula smacked the wizard gently for the comment about her age. "Funny. He tends to act just as bad as I do most of the time."
Harry laughed. "I know. It's endearing."
"You are odd."
'Oh, I dunno. I always thought it was kinda sweet,' Gin offered as the group of Gryffindors headed towards the doors of the Great Hall.
Ula rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Gin. Oh, hey, Harry?"
"Mmm?"
"You owe me a galleon."
"I do, do I?"
"Yup." Ula tugged at his hair. "Storm asked whether you were available before anyone asked your name."
"Hey!" Storm shot the auburn-haired girl a mildly annoyed look.
"You did," Victor threw in. "I recall it rather well, actually, as I got a mouthful of hair."
"If you didn't want it, you should have moved your head."
"You need to cut your hair!"
"You could put it up," Harry offered softly, ending the argument. "One of my friends taught me how to put together some rather fancy buns that would work well with your hair."
Gin turned to blink at her brother. 'When the hell did you turn into such a fairy?'
Harry winced. "Ouch. You know, you'd be learning hair buns too, if Pan suddenly wanted to show you every last clothing magazine in her collection."
Gin shuddered. 'No, thanks. Once was enough.'
"That's what I thought."
"Hey, Professor?" Ronan spoke up carefully as they neared the entrance to the Tower.
"What is it, Mr. Rockwell?" Harry enquired neutrally.
"Um, I heard my mum talking about some duelling group ..."
Harry motioned for the group to stop and nodded. "You'll learn more about that in your first class with me." He knelt to let Ula off, then smiled at the six Gryffindors before him. "You all look fine. Gin, you know how to get in contact with me if something happens, right?"
'YES, Harry. And I think I can handle things just fine, thank you.' the girl grumbled, reaching up to polish her new Head Girl badge.
"Of that, I have no doubt," Harry replied honestly. He had been the one to suggest that his sister would made a perfect Head Girl. Albus hadn't liked it at first, but her responsibility with her godchildren showed that she should be fine. The Head Boy was some Ravenclaw who had spent most of his Hogwarts career in the library and got near-perfect marks.
"Can I come sleep in your room tonight, Harry?" Ula begged suddenly.
Harry gave the girl a patient look. "No, Ula. We've been over this. Two weeks in Gryffindor Tower before you can start using my room as a hidey-hole," the Boy-Who-Lived said with a fond smile. "Now then, I have things I need to get to–"
'You mean, Marcus is here.' Gin clarified with a smirk.
"Did I say that?" Harry shook his head. "Off with you lot. Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
"It's just the first day of school." Ronan snorted.
Harry's eyes glittered mischievously. "I know."
"Did you plan a prank?!" Ula shrieked.
"Night," Harry called back, fading into the scattered shadows of the hallway.
"One of these days I'm going to figure out how he does that," Ula grumbled before leading everyone into the common room. Gin merely smiled to herself and slipped in after the group. She knew how Harry did his little disappearing act.
"I think these are a bit tight ..." Harry's head shot around to his bed, wand pointed at the intruder before he even thought about it. "Don't you point that thing at me! Jeez."
Harry placed a hand over his heart and leaned back against the door, closing it. "Tom Marvolo Riddle, if you ever do that again, I'm going to hex you so hard."
"Mmm. That could prove rather nice, actually."
"You, Master Riddle, are insane," Harry groaned, moving over to his desk so he could take off his robes.
"No debate here. Hey, Harry, could you get me the key for these things?" Tom eyed the box next to Harry's desk.
"Accio it yourself," Harry muttered, peeling off his shirt. "Ugh. I'm never wearing that much clothing again."
"Err, love, see, I can't summon them to me. There's some sort of anti-magic spell on these things."
Harry turned slowly and took a long moment to see what sort of scrap his lover had got himself into that time. The Dark Lord had apparently been playing around with the handcuffs Harry had been given for his birthday and had, consequently, managed to chain himself to the bed. The younger wizard smirked and started to slowly walk across the room.
Tom watched him warily. "Um, key?"
Harry's smirk widened. "Well, now that I've finally got them on you."
"You wouldn't!" Tom exclaimed. As Harry slowly started to unbutton his robe he muttered, "Of course you would. Who'd I think I was talking to?"
"A Gryffindor?" Harry offered, running a finger down the chest he was slowly revealing.
"Tactical error," Tom muttered, closing his eyes. "You sure you don't want to un-handcuff me first, love?"
"Now that I've got you right where I want you? I think not!" Harry laughed, letting the sides of the robe fall away. "Ooh, I do like it when you seem to forget to wear anything under your robe, you know," he added, fisting the Dark Lord's cock.
"Think you've mentioned that before," Tom growled, scowling at the amused younger wizard.
"Mmm ..." Harry tapped his chin, letting go of the Dark Lord's now proud erection, and wandered over to the box of stuff that he'd received. Tom let out a sigh, thinking the other was planning on freeing him. Instead, Harry came back with the cock ring and set it to use before the Dark Lord could say a word.
"No! You were going to wear it first!" Tom complained.
"I didn't agree to that," Harry pointed out, stripping. He stopped, once naked, to look over his lover, then, with a smirk, hopped over to his desk again.
"What are you getting now?" Tom asked worriedly.
A flash of light let him know better than words ever could. "WHAT?! NO!! NO PICTURES!"
Harry smirked, dangling the camera from one finger. "But you look so beautiful, love."
"Dark Lords don't do beautiful," Tom grumbled.
Harry set the camera down, then slinked onto the bed. "You do," he whispered before drawing the man into a soft kiss. The Dark Lord kissed him back frantically. It had been difficult for them to do much of anything, since Albus generally kept Harry busy enough to leave him exhausted when night fell, and Tom couldn't always make it to the school at night, keeping them from even cuddling. After months of constant contact, it had left both edgy and rather horny.
Harry pulled away from the kiss and smiled at the fidgeting Dark Lord. "Something wrong, love?"
"Get it off, Harry," Tom ordered.
"You're not very scary right now, love, just so you know," Harry teased, leaning down to take one of the man's nipples in his mouth.
The Dark Lord let out a muttered string of curses, which ended in a low moan as Harry took a hold of his cock again. "Cheater," he rasped.
"You don't mind," Harry replied, slipping a hand beneath his lover's arse and fingering the man's pucker.
Tom's eyes narrowed. "Stop going so slow, imp."
Harry smiled triumphantly. "As you wish, love," he said as he slipped a finger into the elder man's hole and muttered a lubrication spell. This would be only the second time Tom had let him bugger him. It wasn't so much that Tom wouldn't let it happen at any cost, it was just that he had the need to top more often than Harry did. Harry didn't mind so much – he rather liked being buggered – but the change of pace was nice.
"You always go so slow," Tom complained.
"It's not like you can come anyway, so stop complaining," Harry shot back, earning him a faint whimpering sound. He smiled and kissed his lover as he moved to slip himself into the man.
:Oooooh ...: Tom moaned against Harry's lips at the full feeling he got from having Harry within him.
:More?: Harry hissed teasingly.
The Dark Lord stared up at his lover with lust-filled red eyes. :Now,: he rasped.
Harry smiled and started moving, smile widening as Tom closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensations, though he'd wince slightly every time Harry brushed against his trapped cock. :Something wrong, love?: Harry enquired innocently after a moment.
Tom cracked an eye open. :Take. It. Off,: he ground out.
:Why?: the younger wizard enquired, purposely brushing against the trapped cock with some force.
The Dark Lord let out a hiss of surprise, then scowled. :Please?: he asked, changing tactics.
Harry kissed him. :Only because I have that lovely picture,: he murmured before releasing the ring. He smiled at the relieved sigh he got in response.
:Faster?: the Dark Lord whispered, turning pleading red eyes on his lover, which Harry found mildly disturbing, and told him so, earning him an even more intense pleading look.
:Bastard,: Harry muttered, speeding up. The Dark Lord's response was only a faint moan.
Before Harry could get much closer to his own climax, Tom let out a cry and spilled himself between them. Harry sped up even more, speeding towards his own climax faster than usual due to his lover's clenching muscles. With a whispered, "Tom," Harry fell over the edge himself, collapsing atop Tom once spent.
The two wizards lay together for a long moment, catching their breaths, before Tom started tugging at his bindings. "Harry," he said warningly.
"It's your fault you're in this bind, you know," Harry pointed out logically.
"The key, you imp."
Harry smiled and held out a hand. "Accio key." The key to the handcuffs few into Harry's hand and he easily unlocked the Dark Lord.
Tom shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, ignoring his slightly sore wrists. "Oh, go to sleep, imp."
Harry just nuzzled his lover's chest with a peaceful sigh.
Harry smiled at his first class of the year from the shadowy corner in the back of the room. It just happened to be the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins, and he had to wonder if Albus hadn't done that on purpose. Of course, watching Cyrus York and his pal Morgan Munro shoot dirty looks at Ula and Ronan made Harry believe that the Headmaster had merely sent them all his way in hopes that he could calm them down somehow.
Morgan, believing it was safe, smirked and stood. "So, Thorald, I hear you spent time with the Dark Lord this summer." All of the Slytherins except Babette Kern – an outcast, of sorts – laughed as Ula pretended they weren't there and did her best to keep Ronan from rising to the bait. She knew Harry was in the room somewhere.
"So, how many times did he Crucio you, you little whore?" Juno Baddock threw in as she filed her nails.
As Ronan stood to throw back a response, Harry appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, behind Juno. "I believe I've told you in the past to watch your mouth, Miss Baddock," the wizard hissed coldly.
Everyone in the room but Ula jumped, and Juno let out a scream, tumbling from her chair. "Potter!"
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the girl. "Fifteen points from your House for both your language and disrespect of a teacher," he intoned, then swept up to the head of the room. "And I should be taking points from you as well, Mr. Munro, but I'm feeling generous today." He turned slowly. "Sit down. All of you." He looked over their seating arrangements and suppressed a heavy sigh. Why do I end up with all the fun chores?
Because the coot thinks you can handle them, Tom replied with a touch of laughter.
Yes, yes. Harry shook his head. "Up, all of you."
"You just told us to sit down!" Ronan complained.
"Five points from Gryffindor. Stand up and get your stuff," Harry replied. "Everyone into the aisle. We're going to play a little game."
"I'm already hating this game," Cyrus muttered.
"Good." Harry stepped forward. "Mr. York, you can sit right here." He tapped the first desk in the first row with a smile.
Cyrus scowled, but moved his stuff to the desk. "Fine."
Harry nodded. "Sit. Mr. Rockwell, you will sit next to him."
"Professor, you can't expect me to sit next to that–"
"Five points, Mr. Rockwell. Sit down before I make it ten," Harry cut Ronan off before he used any vulgar language. With a furious look, Ronan sat next to a smirking Cyrus. "Miss Kern, you will sit next to Mr. Rockwell." Babs took her seat without any complaint, as Harry had expected. He tapped the desk on the other side of the aisle from Babs as he spoke the next name. "Miss Clough." Enid Clough, Babs' best friend, gave Harry a grateful look and took her seat.
Harry smiled faintly as he moved to the next seat in the front row. "Mr. Munro, this is your seat. Miss Thorald, you'll be sitting next to him." Morgan and Ula glared daggers at one another as they took their seats. With a sigh, Harry moved on to the next row. "Miss Baddock, you will sit here–"
"Behind Thorald?!"
"Five points. Sit." Juno sat with a huff and glared at the teacher as Harry moved to the next desk. "Mr. Wakely, you'll be here." Neal nodded and, with a helpless sigh, took his seat. "Mr. Stanton, you'll be next," Harry added, smiling faintly when Iven Stanton took his new seat without any complaint. "Miss Ambrose." Harry nodded to the desk across the aisle from Iven. Storm blinked at Harry cutely before taking her new seat with a huff. Harry's smile widened. "Miss Chelton, next, and then Mr. McKinley." Both Paloma Chelton and Victor took their new seats quietly.
Harry watched the Slytherins smirking at the Gryffindors and rolled his eyes. "These will be your seats for the rest of the year," the green-eyed man said, taking his place at the head of the classroom again. "Any attacks on your neighbours will lose your House one hundred points." Harry smirked as everyone turned to look at him with incredulous looks. "And, of course, if you trade seats, you'll be losing your House fifty points."
"If you catch us," Storm pointed out with a bright smile.
Harry blinked a few times as all the boys in the class turned to look a Storm hungrily. Ula groaned and looked at her dorm mate. "Look, Storm, it's not doing anything to Harry. Would you stop it with your Veela trick?!"
Storm pouted and all the boys seemed to snap back to attention with slightly dazed looks. "Why not?!"
Harry smiled. "You're the wrong sex, Miss Ambrose," he offered lightly before turning serious. "And, trust me, I will know if one of you attempt to trade places."
Ula nodded. She'd used some of Tom's pre-prepared Polyjuice Potion to try and sneak into a Death Eater meeting once. As soon as Harry and the Dark Lord had stepped in, the younger Dark wizard had walked up to her and dragged her from the room, then proceeded to yell at her. Ula still didn't know how he'd managed to catch her.
"Hey!" Morgan said suddenly, spinning to give Ula a strange look. "You called him by his first name!" He looked at Harry, who was smiling. "She was disrespecting you!"
"Not really," Harry replied. "Unlike your other professors, I don't mind if you call me by my first name or forget to call me 'professor', I just ask you do so respectfully."
"Hey, Professor Harry, could you teach me a sex-changing spell?" Storm called out suddenly. Harry and the rest of the class gave the witch strange looks. When Harry burst out laughing, everyone turned to look at him. Storm pouted. "I'm serious!"
Harry pulled his laughter under control and smiled at the girl. "I know. It was just the way you asked the question." He winked. "As for the spell, I do know one or two, yes, but they'll land you in Azkaban, so I wouldn't suggest trying it."
Storm leaned forward. "So, my enthrallment doesn't work on you because you're gay?" she enquired. The class turned to Harry curiously.
Harry tapped on his chin. "You know, that's a good question." He smiled. "It's possible that's the cause. Or, perhaps, it just doesn't work one someone who's already enthralled by someone else."
"That could be interesting to test," Iven said, frowning at Storm.
"Maybe ..." Storm agreed reluctantly.
Harry smiled. "This brings up another thing we're doing this year." The students all turned to look at him. "Each of you are going to have to pair up to perform a project of sorts over the course of the year. This way, I won't have to make you all do an exam at the end of the year, and you can all learn to work together in pairs from opposing Houses, since that's how I want it split up. You may all work it out among yourselves of course, but, anyone who doesn't get it done by the end of the year fails their exam."
Ula frowned. "Did you actually ask Dumbles if you could do that?"
Harry grinned at the girl. "Are you criticizing me, Miss Thorald?" he teased.
"No." Ula scowled. "I'm just pointing out that you and the Headmaster seem to have very different viewpoints on everything."
"You do seem to fight with one another a lot," Enid put in shyly.
"I suppose we do," Harry agreed, nodding. "However, Professor Dumbles can't really disagree with this system, since it's been around since before he was born."
"What?!"
"No way!"
"How's that possible?"
Harry held up his hands to silence the exclamations of surprise. "Originally, more professors at Hogwarts would give projects rather than exams to their students to see how adept they were at the subject. The system was created by Helga Hufflepuff because she didn't like grading papers. She went to Godric Gryffindor, the Headmaster and professor of Transfiguration at the time, and asked for him to let her give her students projects. Godric agreed and Helga gave projects from then on. Many of the other teachers, including both Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric, also started giving yearly projects in place of year exams."
"Oiy, Professor Potter, could you take over as the History of Magic professor?" Paloma asked in awe.
Harry grinned. "I think I prefer Defence, personally, but I'll see if I can find someone less boring than Binns to teach History, hmm?"
Morgan leaned back in his seat and cocked an eyebrow at Juno, who grinned. "What do you think?"
"I like him," the girl replied softly. "He's a bastard, but he's fun, and he knows what he's doing."
Ula grinned and winked at Harry. Yay! Harry wins!
"I found it!" Herm shouted, slamming into Harry's office.
Harry put on his glasses, which he'd taken off to do his paperwork, and frowned at his friend. "Yes?"
"Come on! I found Ravenclaw's room!" Herm said excitedly.
Harry was up and out of his chair in record time. He ran after Herm as she led the way towards the library. The two leaders of the original DA easily dodged the students who were milling about in the halls, Harry doing his best to run at Herm's speed and not any faster.
Both Harry and Herm were stopped short when two hands shot out of seemingly empty air and grabbed their robes. Herm fell to the ground with a thud as Harry spun and pointed his wand at their attacker.
"Mr. Potter, you are a teacher," Severus said dully. "Do try not to break any rules."
Harry let out a breath, then turned to help Herm to her feet. "Severus, do try to be more cautious when stopping people, would you? We could have broken our necks."
"Would serve you right," was the sharp response.
Herm sent the Potions Professor a cold look. "For your information, Professor, this was important."
"Miss Granger, important to you and important to me rarely match."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, Herm. We have to go see if Rowena will let us in."
Severus' eyes widened. "You finally got into the room?"
Herm rolled her eyes. "Only the passageway. I wanted Harry with me before I tried to get any further."
"So, there are brains in there," Severus offered with heavy sarcasm.
Harry chuckled. "Oh, stop it. Come on, Sevvie, you might as well come."
"No running in the halls," Severus ordered.
"Only 'cause you're so slow, you'd never catch up," Harry shot back, taking off at a quick trot, Herm at his side.
Severus scowled and moved quickly to step up next to Harry, easily keeping pace with him. "Perhaps, Harry, you are the slow one."
"Was that an offer for a race?" Harry enquired teasingly.
"Not indoors."
"Give up, Harry." Herm snorted, leading the way into the library. Irma Pince gave them all a stern look, then went back to shelving books.
"Does that woman ever smile?" Harry grumbled.
"No," Herm and Severus chorused.
"Figures." Harry gave a heavy sigh.
Herm stopped them before a tall gargoyle. "Plus est quam vita salusque quod pertit," she intoned. The gargoyle slipped down into the ground and a long plank of rotting wood slid over the hole. The wooden plank seemed to make up the floor of the passage, as it disappeared into the darkness. "This is why I wanted you, Harry," Herm whispered. "I'm not quite clear on how to get around this problem."
Harry nodded and pulled out his wand. "Restituo." Slowly, but surely, the wood began to pull itself back together.
"I wish we'd found this before school had started again," Severus muttered.
"I know." Herm sighed helplessly.
Harry shrugged. "Nothing to help it now, and I can always throw up an illusion," he commented as he stepped out onto the plank cautiously, then started bouncing on it slightly.
Herm grimaced. "Please don't do that, Harry. You're making me nervous."
Harry grinned. "Sorry, Herm, but I need to make sure it's safe to walk on."
Severus coughed into his hand. "I'll put the illusion up. Why don't you two head on down and I'll catch up?"
Harry nodded. "Right. Just take care; this thing will hold if you're careful, but I wouldn't trust it too far." He frowned. "Stagger our walking. Herm, start off just before you lose sight of me; Severus, follow just before you lose sight of Herm. Also, cast the Lumos spell so you have light."
"Right." Both Herm and Severus nodded in agreement.
With a frown, Harry cast Lumos in his hand, then started walking down the plank carefully, watching for any part that his spell hadn't hit. There were only two rotted spots and, after trying the spell again and finding it just wouldn't work, he cast a bright red Lumos on both as a warning.
At the end of the wood plank there was a small stone alcove with a steel door. Harry tested the stones, then, deciding it was safe enough, waved Herm and Severus forward before turning to study the door.
"Another door. Brilliant," Herm groaned, stepping onto the small stone outcropping.
"It swings inward," Harry murmured, still studying the door. "I've found no lock, and it won't budge if you push on it."
"Ravenclaw was the brains of the four Founders," Severus pointed out, having joined them, but remaining on the wood plank. "Brawn won't work here. Just as you needed a Latin phrase to get past the gargoyle and a lesser known housekeeping spell to get over the wood plank, you'll need something here."
"Right..." Harry frowned. "Would you like to get a look at this door?"
"Sure." Severus stepped up onto the stone.
Herm let out a shriek as the wood plank fell away, leaving a gaping hole behind them.
"Guess we won't be going back that way." Severus sighed.
But Harry, who had altered his eyes earlier to that of a cat to allow him to see better, shook his head. "There's a staircase down there."
"Please tell me we don't have to go down there?" Herm whispered, covering her heart with one hand.
Harry said nothing, just hopped over the edge.
"HARRY!" Herm screamed. Even Severus froze, eyes wide in a mixture of shock and horror.
The two on the platform waited for what seemed like an eternity with bated breaths before a strong light cut through the darkness to show them a grinning Harry standing on a staircase far below them. "We didn't need to walk along the wood at all. This looks like it started up there," Harry's calm voice said from below them. "You two can jump down, you know."
"I'm not jumping down that far!" Herm shouted.
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." Herm let out shout as she started floating down to the stairs. Severus, not wanting to be floated down by Harry, started floating himself down quietly.
As soon as Herm's feet touched the stairs, she threw her arms around Harry neck and buried her face against him, body shaking with sobs. "Don't do that!"
Harry hugged his friend close. "I'm sorry, Herm. I didn't mean to scare you so much, but you're just not normally this jumpy."
"Why is that?" Severus enquired, settling down behind the Boy-Who-Lived. "I've never seen you this jumpy before, Herm."
Herm pulled away to wipe at her eyes. "I-I got a le-letter from R-Ron today," she hiccupped.
Harry's eyes darkened. "I'll kill the little shit."
Herm let out a nervous little giggle. "Funny, that's what he said."
"I thought Weasley couldn't send owls from his cell," Severus said with a frown.
Harry froze, then swallowed with some difficulty. "No, he can't." He took a deep breath. "We'll worry about Ron later. For now, let's find Rowena," the young wizard decided firmly, making a note to get in contact with Remus about them going out that weekend.
The three travelled down the stairs with care, Harry and Herm riding abreast so Herm could keep a good grip on Harry's arm to keep him from doing any other foolish stunts, and Severus watching their back.
Herm saw the flashing light first and froze. "What's that?"
The two wizards stopped with her and Harry narrowed his eyes. "Looks like firelight from under a door."
Herm took a deep breath, then took the lead, letting go of Harry without a thought.
Harry traded looks with Severus. "Think she's trying to protect me?" Harry enquired, eyes bright in the shine of the spell light.
"I think she's being a Gryffindor." Severus replied, motioning for them to follow the brunette.
"Ah." Harry nodded. "Same thing, though."
Severus offered the young man a quick smile. "Indeed."
"It's a door!" Herm called back.
"Don't open it!" Harry and Severus shouted just before the witch threw the door open.
A furious-looking witch stood in the doorway, her pale silver hair flying about her face in a flurry. "What do you want, girl?" she spat nastily.
Harry stepped up behind Herm, who was staring at the ghost in fear, and placed his hands on her shoulders before giving the ghost a stern look. "I thought Salazar was the bastard. From what Godric said, I thought you'd be reasonable, not a complete bitch."
"Harry!" Herm cried in horror as she stared at Rowena Ravenclaw.
Rowena smiled faintly and relaxed. "You're Godric's Heir."
"One of them," Harry agreed, inclining his head. "Name's Harry Potter."
"A pleasure to meet you," Rowena agreed before turning to Herm with an apologetic look. "I apologize for scaring you, but it was the last test."
"You do seem to like tests, Madam Ravenclaw," Severus agreed as he stepped up next to Harry. "I am Severus Snape."
"And this is Hermione Granger." Harry added, eyes laughing at the shocked silence radiating from his best friend. "May we come in, Lady Ravenclaw?"
Rowena's eyebrows went up even as she motioned for them to come in. "Godric told you that I'm a Lady, didn't he?"
"Nope." Harry smirked, pushing Herm in ahead of him. "Salazar did."
"Figures." Rowena closed the door behind Severus.
Harry sat Herm down, then knelt before her. "All right? We're in, no one's hurt, everything's fine." He set a hand on one side of her face. "You okay, Herm?"
"Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Herm cried furiously, then smacked Harry across the face.
Harry grinned. "You'll be fine," he offered, ignoring the reddening spot on his cheek.
Herm froze, then burst into tears suddenly.
"Herm! What's wrong!" Harry cried, startled.
"I sh-shouldn't have s-sm-smacked y-you!" the witch sobbed.
Harry let out a sigh, then gathered the young woman into his arms and rocked her back and forth. "Hush. Look, see, it's fading already. It didn't even hurt," Harry whispered. Once Herm had calmed down a bit, the wizard smirked. "Anyway, I think I deserved it."
"You did!" Herm declared.
Harry nodded. "There you go. You going to be okay, now?" Herm nodded, so Harry slipped into his own seat, cocking an eyebrow at Rowena, who was smiling at them. "Can I help you, Lady?"
"How close are you two?" the ghost inquired slyly.
"Best friends," Harry replied promptly, having seen that the woman was looking at where a Potter family ring sat on Herm's right hand. He'd given it to her over the summer, claiming her as his honorary other sister. "And her children are my godchildren."
"I see..."
Herm scowled. "I'm not dating men anymore. The only straight ones I know are jerks!"
"Thank you so much, Miss Granger," Severus commented dryly.
"You're sleeping with Rabastan Lestrange, so shut up," Herm shot back.
Harry laughed at the gaping fish look this comment dragged from the stern Potions Professor. "You knew she'd find out, Sevvie."
Severus snapped his mouth shut. "Silence, you impudent brat," he grumbled.
Harry stuck out his tongue at the older wizard, then gave Herm a curious look. "Got any gals in mind?"
"Not a chance I'd tell you," Herm replied. "You'd try and hook us up in no time."
"Ah well." Harry shrugged. "I'll find out sooner or later, then turn you over to Gin."
Herm's only response was a moan.
Rowena smiled and took a seat. "So, you're freeing all the Founders?"
Harry shrugged. "Something like that. We still have to get to Helga, I suppose ..."
"Why are you trying to free us?" Rowena slipped in.
"There's a war in the wizarding world right now," Herm offered. "We're on one side and we'd like the help of the four Founders."
"The only problem, is that the Headmaster of Hogwarts is on the opposing side," Severus added. "If we had Hogwarts, the building herself, on our side, it would help immensely."
Rowena frowned at the two who had spoken. "And what if I don't agree with your thoughts?"
"Then I suppose you'd be against us," Harry said calmly. "We have meetings every Wednesday night after lights out in Godric's room."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at the leader of the Juniors. "Have you told them this yet?"
Harry smirked. "Of course not. They'll be finding out this coming Wednesday."
"And if they don't come?" Herm enquired sternly.
"I get to prank them that morning," Harry replied cheerfully.
"I thought you had to okay all pranks with Albus," Severus commented dryly.
Harry grinned. "Who says he has to know it's me?"
"Imp."
"Don't you know it!" Harry winked. "I think I can get Siri to drop by that night, too..."
Herm laughed. "You're horrible!"
"Oh, I don't know. Just tell Black which brats to prank and give him all the passwords and he'll be fine," Severus muttered.
"I know. It'll be fun," Harry agreed.
"Oh, stop!" Herm shook her head in amusement.
Harry smiled at the witch before turning to Rowena with a serious look. "Whether you come or not is up to you, Lady. I would like for you to come and, even better, agree with our side, but I cannot make your decisions for you." He stood. "If I do not see you Wednesday, I shall attempt to drop by later that week to talk." He smiled. "I've found that you Founders can be quite informative, and making Albus panic is one of my hobbies."
Severus stood behind Harry. "Good day, Lady Ravenclaw," he commented as Herm stood and bowed formally.
"Good day," Rowena agreed quietly, then watched the three companions leave her to her thoughts.
-~/\~-
A/N: Well ... that was a fun chapter. Kinda random. *sweatdrop* But, hey! You got your lemon!
And, yes, I have finally decided who Herm will end up with and, no, it's not one of the original choices. So... Who wants to guess? XD
Translation: Plus est quam vita salusque quod pertit – More was lost than mere life and existence
This was a quote from the book The Civil War, written by Lucan, who was Roman, it seems. *sweatdrop*
~Bats ^.^x
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Date: 15/7/05 02:36 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15/7/05 02:59 (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 15/7/05 03:16 (UTC)Re: Reclaim review
Date: 6/9/05 14:48 (UTC)And the godchildren are kinda falling back into the background, but the fic's supposed to be more about the war and Tom and Harry's relationship than the poor twins. ^.^"
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Date: 15/7/05 03:17 (UTC)Good chapter. I'm glad we finally got to see Rowena ^.^
And Hermione's totally got it for Pansy, right? ::crosses fingers::
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Date: 6/9/05 14:49 (UTC)And Hermione's totally got it for Pansy, right? ::crosses fingers::
*smirks evilly*
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Date: 15/7/05 03:34 (UTC)Re: hpfan152
Date: 6/9/05 14:50 (UTC)Regreatably, the twins won't play a very big part in this fic. ^.^"
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Date: 6/9/05 14:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15/7/05 05:08 (UTC)Dumbles sucks, I hate him. My dad thinks I'm crazy for not liking him! O o So I just argue for hours with him on why Dumbles is evil and should not be trusted... > >;
Aaanyway. Enough of my nonsense. Loverly chapter^^likey it much. I'm sure your femslash shall be very loverly.^ ^ O' course, I like teh SLASH more. SLASH is -always- loverly.
Sorry > >; I rattled off nonsense again.... Anywho. Loverly chapter, nothing to complain about at all, hope you find time to update soon!
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Date: 6/9/05 14:54 (UTC)*laughes* I did that with my mum once. She gave up once I refused to budge in my dislike of him. XD
Slash is the part that binds the whole world together!! XD
No problem, dear. Glad you enjoyed!(And sorry I'm so late in replying!!)
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Date: 15/7/05 06:46 (UTC)Love the teasing-Sevvie bits. Don't know if I've commented on them before.
Typo - you had carrier instead of career, when talking about the head boy.
Harry's kids. Terrorising them already. Fun.
Kink-scene. Squee. The great and terrible Dark Lord laid low by a pair of magical handcuffs. 'Twas sweet.
Just Helga left to release, then. If she thinks of things like ways to avoid grading tests, I think I'll like her.
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Date: 6/9/05 14:56 (UTC)You probably have, not that I can recall... ^.^"
*shifty eyes* I blame it on
^.~
*laughes* I know! I need those handcuffs for my own, personal use. XD
*laughes*
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Date: 15/7/05 07:49 (UTC)I like how Rowena seems... more mature than the two men... she... well i like her. Can't wait to meet Helga! Someone who thinks projects are better than exams gets and A+ in my books!
Anyway, i loved the chapter and look forward to more to come!
~Duana.
P.S. The release of the book wont stop me reviewing... kinda can't afford to buy it right now so i wont get to read it for a while yet. *sniffles* Oh well.
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Date: 6/9/05 14:59 (UTC)Ron'll get his. *evile cackle*
*laughes*
Yay!!
Sadness. *pets again*
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Date: 15/7/05 08:46 (UTC)*hugs you and reclaim*
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Date: 6/9/05 14:59 (UTC)no subject
Date: 15/7/05 10:28 (UTC)Really loved this chapter! Bit to short... I think, I like Rowena... She's cool ;)
And I would guess who will be Hermione's lover, but since I'm never right in guessing anything what will happen in your stories, I just won't!
Kaos ^.^
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Date: 6/9/05 15:00 (UTC)*shifty eyes* Hush. It's longer than the second chapter of Abandon.
*laughes and hugs*
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Date: 15/7/05 12:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 6/9/05 15:01 (UTC)*goes to pout* That's two in a row that mentioned the shortness... T.T
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Date: 15/7/05 15:34 (UTC)I am guessing that Hermione will end up with Lavender. I never get anything right so I presume that this is wrong too;).
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Date: 6/9/05 15:02 (UTC)I am guessing that Hermione will end up with Lavender.
I love this guessing game. *cackles*
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Date: 15/7/05 15:46 (UTC)Great chapter! And such a fast update, wow! That was fantastic ^~^
You know, I want a teacher like Harry at my school- he's soo cool. (And he's young and sexy.) Need.more.sexy.teachers. We just have 1 really sexy teacher. (And we made him dance limbo at the sports meeting. +insane giggle+
Erm,
review, right, I wanted to review-
You really got me worrying about Ron. -Where- is he if not imprisoned? And what the hell did he write to Mione? That bastard ">>
Though, I really wonder what he thinks of the kids...
Yay! The lemon was soo... yummi? ^-^
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Date: 6/9/05 15:03 (UTC)*laughes*
*snorts in amusement*
*smirks* You'll see, you'll see. XD
*laughes* That's a good question!!(Assuming he knows about them at all... XD)
Glad you enjoyed. ^.~
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Date: 15/7/05 16:35 (UTC)That's really cool about Rowena Ravenclaw's room. I think it's a perfect place for her room to be.
Sorry I don't have much to say this time. I read this at like 3 am last night when you posted it therefore I forgot everything now lol. Also I am too tired to read anything right now lol. ALso because I am too excited ^.^
Anyway I thought the teasing Sev was the best part of the whole thing. I think, like you said before, that Harry probably loves to tease everyone *coughs**and get hard at the same time**coughs*.
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Date: 6/9/05 15:05 (UTC)^.~
*laughes*
*falls out of her chair, laughing*
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Date: 15/7/05 17:55 (UTC)no subject
Date: 6/9/05 15:05 (UTC)JA!
Date: 15/7/05 18:14 (UTC)It was good, but you have done better. Apart from that last bit nothing really furtherd the plot. I liked the lemon but it did feel a bit rushed. (like you had your mum coming into the room halfway through writing it ;) )
I do worry about ron... he's done enough to deserve death, over and over again. And considering which people harry has at his side ron should have been killed, over and over again, in the most painful ways possible. (me? Disliking ron?... n~oooo)
Re: JA!
Date: 6/9/05 15:08 (UTC)As I recall, either writer's block kept attacking me, or I was writing this in spurts. Either one would account for the crappyness. *le sigh*
Ah, piff. My mum tries to stay away from my room. It scares her. XD(And she's know what sort of stuff I write since I was 14-ish. XD)
*sniggers* No worries, Ron'll get his. XD
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Date: 17/7/05 00:16 (UTC)I like Rowena Ravenclaw. I hope she's on their side.
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Date: 6/9/05 15:10 (UTC)^.^
great chapter
Ula is such a darling isn't she?.... and the lemon- nice, nice like chocolate ice cream... yamiyam
Re: great chapter
Date: 6/9/05 15:11 (UTC)She is, yes. *laughes*
^.~ Mmmmmm Chocolate ice cream.... You're making me hungry... ^.^"
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Date: 19/7/05 06:41 (UTC)I just adore Ula. Had to tell you that.
Ha! Hahahahahaha! Tom actually thought Harry would givethe key once he saw what predicament Tom was in? *smirk*
Delicious, lovely, pretty sex. You just always fill my Tom/Harry needs. *grin* I've been absolutely craving Tom/Harry for ages now too. (Seriously, ask my friends. I think they're tired of me whining about it. <.<) And seeing them all cuddley together is the best! :D
Oh my god. *bounces* Oh my god. Sevvie/Rabastan! OMG. I love you.
I always thought it was weird the founders' ghosts never left their, for lack of a better word, quarters. I didn't realize they were trapped there! How? And why? Was this self-inflicted or did some wizard or witch who didn't like them bind them to their rooms?
Lovely, lovely chapter! ♥ I must find plushies for you. New, inventive plushies.
... I GOT IT!
*gives Batsu Founders ghosts plushies*
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Date: 6/9/05 15:15 (UTC)*laughes* I'm glad.
*sniggers* I know! What was Tom thinking?
Awwww.... So glad to have been of sevice, love. ^.~
*laughes* ^.~
*hums* All in good time, m'dear. All in good time. ^.~
PLUSHIES!!! *huggles tightly*
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From:WOW. Simply amazing!
Date: 5/8/05 11:04 (UTC)~Evie
Re: WOW. Simply amazing!
Date: 6/9/05 14:46 (UTC)Reclaim, Slight Mistake
Date: 3/9/05 03:01 (UTC)Re: Reclaim, Slight Mistake
Date: 6/9/05 14:45 (UTC)Second, no, Harry could have summoned the keys at any time. Tom, however, couldn't have, since the handcuffs wouldn't let him. ^.~