batsutousai | FIC: Reclaim ~ Chapter 8 ~ R ~ Tom/Harry

Title: Reclaim
Author:

batsutousai
Beta: Yours truly
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort), Salazar/Godric, Rowena/Helga, Sirius/Remus, Gin/Ted, Herm/???
Warnings: This will have graphic slash, not-so-graphic femslash, and not-so-graphic het, war, Ron torture
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: My roommate brought me CAKE!!! O.O

Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
’Written thoughts’
°°Phoenix speech°°

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Chapter 8

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"This is insane, Albus!"

Albus looked at the gathered members of the Order of the Phoenix gravely. "There's nothing I can do–"

"Talk to the boy!" Emmeline Vance spat, slamming her fist down on the table. "Surely you can make him see reason!"

"Emmeline..." Albus sighed.

Severus stood, beady eyes dancing with anger. "If Harry has joined the Dark Lord, no one in this room will be able to talk him out of it. I think you need to be grateful some of us are still alive."

"Obviously you're not much use, Snape, so I don't see why we should care," shot back Sturgis Podmore.

"What sort of use is a spy if he can't even pick up on Potter changing sides?" Galatea Thorald agreed.

"What good is a mother if her daughter won't tell her until after the fact that she suspected the false face?" Herm replied, offering the four Death Eater "spies" an ally.

"What good are you, Granger, if you couldn't pick up on that yourself?!" Leane White called.

"Don't you start on Herm, you no good bitch," Blaise growled, shooting a poisonous look across the table.

"Don't even look at me you–"

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned to look at the angry Albus, lips pressed together tightly. "There will be none of this nonsense at this table. You are all adults, act like it."

"Yes, sir," replied those who had been arguing.

Albus turned to Alastor Moody. "Alastor, you trained Harry–"

"Yes, he could hide his true side from everyone in this room. Yes, he could play you all false. And, yes, he's in the room right now," Moody replied in a monotone.

"Aw, come on, Mad-Eye," Harry laughed, letting his Invisibility Charm drop. "I was having fun watching everyone scream at one another." He leaned lightly on his cane, smirking at all the wand tips pointed at him. "Give me a break. I've been in here for the past half hour; if I can keep from killing you idiots, surely you can do me the same favour." Green eyes danced with laughter.

"How'd you get into the school?" Albus asked, not lowering his wand. "We set the wards against you."

Harry shrugged. "Hogwarts likes me. How do you think Marcus was able to get in all last year?"

"What do you mean?" Minerva frowned.

"Marcus Brutús is Lord Voldemort." Harry shrugged again, as if this meant nothing to him. His smirk widened when a few members fainted. "You should know, Albus, that Hogwarts will always allow her children on the grounds. Never will your school be safe from myself or Voldemort." Harry met the furious blue eyes evenly. "Now what will you do?"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Albus roared.

Harry laughed insanely, dancing out of the way of the Unforgivable with ease. "Crucio."

-~/\~-

Albus sat up in his bed quickly, the scream he'd been about to let free dying on his lips as he realised it had all been a dream.

But... Albus stood and stepped out into his office, calling his History of Magic professor.

Rowena came up through the floor. "What can I do for you, Albus?"

"The Heirs," Albus breathed, not quite sure how to ask the question.

"What of them?" Rowena smiled slightly.

"Can I keep them out of the school?"

Rowena's eyes brightened. "Of course not. Hogwarts cannot bar her own children from returning."

Albus paled drastically. "Thank you, Rowena."

"Any time, Albus." Rowena bowed her head and slid back down into the floor.

Harry sniggered silently to himself from next to the Headmaster's office window before jumping out into the night on his broom.

-~/\~-

"I'm going to handcuff you to your chair," Tom announced, stepping into Harry's office with an annoyed look.

Harry glanced up innocently. "Why ever for?"

"What in Merlin's name were you doing at Hogwarts last night?" Tom sat on the edge of Harry's desk, frowning down at his lover.

Harry shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure Albus was sleeping soundly."

Tom let out an annoyed sigh. "Harry, I gave you all this work and let you wander around the Manor so that you'd stay in the Manor. I don't need you getting sick again."

"I'm not going to get sick again!" Harry complained, flopping backwards in his chair with a pout. "And I don't like being cooped up in here! You've got the Death Eaters going on raids left and right and I have to stay in here. It's not fair!"

"I'm concerned about you!" Tom groaned. "If you'd just stay put–"

"I don’t want to stay put! I want to go do something!"

"You might as well just let him, my Lord," Lucius offered dryly from the office door. "He'll be out and about whether you want him to be or not."

"See. Even Lucius agrees with me," Harry huffed.

Tom rubbed at the bridge of his nose darkly. "Harry–"

"Hey! Boss-man!"

Harry's eyes lit up as twin red-heads poked their head into the room behind Lucius. "Gred! Forge! Finally!"

The Dark Lord turned to the twins with a cold look. "Wait outside. Lucius, if you could close the door and wait outside with them..."

"Hey!" Harry stood angrily.

Lucius, Fred, and George moved quickly to obey the Dark Lord as Tom turned back to Harry with a frown. "Don't you 'hey' me."

"They have some important information for me, Tom!"

The Dark Lord stood next to his lover and cupped Harry's face between his hands. "It can wait. We're in a meeting right now."

"Wha–? We're not in a meeting!" Harry pulled back from the other's touch.

"I am in your office. I am talking to you. We are in the middle of a meeting. Your friends can wait. Now, please sit down," Tom replied calmly.

"I'm not–"

"Harry."

"Don't you Ha–"

"Sit down."

"Stop interru–"

"Silencio," Tom sighed, giving his lover a pained look. "Now, sit."

Harry sat with a furious look.

"Thank you." Tom rested back against Harry's desk again with a weary look. "Look, I'm worried about you. You keep pushing yourself and wandering off, and you're doing enough work for the both of us as it is. I want you to promise me that you will stay in the Manor for the next week and just relax and I promise I'll let you go on a raid if you still want. Okay?" Tom murmured, freeing Harry from the Silencing Charm as he spoke.

Harry frowned. "What about Fred and George?"

"If your people have information, by all means, receive it. I would just like you to calm it down a little," Tom replied gently. "I'm not telling you to give up all the work you're doing all together, I'm just asking you to let others handle some of it."

Harry glanced down at the pile of papers on his desk. "Fine."

"Thank you," Tom said sincerely before leaning over and brushing his lips against the other's scar gently.

Harry shot his head up and pulled Tom's mouth to his before the other could pull away. Tom smiled against Harry's lips and allowed the younger wizard to take over the kiss without complaint. Harry pulled away after a leisurely exploration of his lover's mouth with a grin. "Now, get out of my office, you bastard."

"Humph." Tom stood and stalked to the door, slamming it open when he got there and smirking when the Twins jumped. "He's all yours, gentlemen."

"Err..."

"Thank you, my Lord," Lucius offered for the two Weasleys before motioning for the Dark Lord to follow him.

Fred and George poked their heads back into the office. "Is it safe?" Fred asked in a small voice.

Harry grinned. "Please, come in. Tell me how the meeting went."

All wariness disappeared in the blink of an eye and the Twins stepped into the room confidently. "Beautifully!"

"Albus was pale as a vampire–"

"–and he kept stuttering."

"He simply couldn't keep control of the meeting–"

"–and no one was making it easy for him, either."

Harry laughed. "I'm sorry I missed it!"

"Whatever you did to him, Harry–"

"–it worked magnificently."

"We take off our–"

"–hats to you."

Both Fred and George pretended to take hats off and bowed to the green-eyed wizard.

Harry buried his face in his hands, laughing helplessly.

Fred and George traded grins.

-~/\~-

"How are you feeling today, Ron?" Harry enquired lightly as he stepped into the single patch of light just outside of Ron's reach.

"You fucking whore! Get over here and fight me like a man, you pansy!" Ron screamed, reaching through the bars of his cell for his one-time best friend.

Harry cocked an eyebrow and stepped forward, ignoring the startled sound Rodolphus made behind him. With a touch of speed, Harry grabbed one of Ron's flailing arms and snapped it before stepping back again.

Ron howled and stepped backwards, cradling his arm. "Fuck you," he rasped painfully once he'd caught his breath again.

Harry shrugged. "You'll learn to keep your mouth shut eventually, Weasel." He spun on his heels and stalked over to where Rodolphus and Rabastan stood by the stairs, each holding a box in their arms. "Let them free and set up the shields."

"As you say, Master Potter," the brothers chorused before stepping forward and emptying the boxes into the cell.

Magical shields flared to life as Ron started screaming and trying to get away from the mass of spiders that had been set free.

Harry smirked coldly and left the dungeons with the two Death Eaters.

-~/\~-

Harry was walking back to his bedroom after getting himself a midnight snack when he heard a familiar sound coming from his godfathers' room. He paused and let a smirk slip over his face before creeping up to the door.

Harry? Tom's tired voice touched Harry's mind.

Hm?

What are you doing?

Tormenting Siri.

Have fun, Tom muttered, then, for all intents and purposes, turned over and went to sleep.

Harry covered his mouth and tried his hardest to not laugh out loud. The Dark Lord was so lazy sometimes.

Once he was sure he'd recovered, Harry carefully opened the door to Remus and Sirius' room and poked his head in.

Sirius was on his knees on the bed, breathing heavily, as Remus pounded into him, clawing at the animagus' sides. Sirius looked like he was trying to murder the bed sheets with his blunt nails.

Harry stood, entranced, until Remus let out a howl and slammed savagely into Sirius one last time before freezing in place. The sound broke Harry's trance and he started sniggering into one hand.

It took the two on the bed a moment to realise that they had an audience. When they did, both turned to look at their laughing godson with a touch of annoyance. "Harry..." Remus started.

Harry glanced up, eyes dancing with mischief. "Sirius bottoms! Wait 'til I tell Tom!" Then he spun and scampered down the hall. "Tom! Tom!"

"Get back here, you little runt!" Sirius shouted, swinging out of the bed and running after his godson.

As soon as Sirius slammed into the bedroom that the two leaders of the Dark Order shared, he was hit with a simple "Petrificus Totalus" cast by a tired-looking Dark Lord, who then called, "Remus! Come get your mutt!"

Remus poked his head into the room, holding his bathrobe closed with one hand. "Sirius, next time you feel the need to run through the halls, at least put something on," the werewolf sighed, quietly casting Locomotor corpus on the animagus and levitating him carefully from the room. "Good night!"

Tom waved the door closed, then turned back to Harry, who was kneeling on the bed with a big grin. "You said the mutt bottoms?"

"Yup!" Harry chirped.

"Hn. Seems I read his character right after all," Tom said with a touch of amusement before climbing back into bed. "Now, get some sleep, my beautiful imp." He smiled at Harry.

Harry slipped under the covers and snuggled up against his lover. "Love you."

Tom slipped an arm around Harry's waist and pulled the smaller wizard flesh against his side. "I love you too." He kissed Harry's scar briefly.

Harry smiled happily.

-~/\~-

"Hello, Ron. I see you've gone and killed all the friends I got together for you," Harry offered, glancing into the cell filled with dead spider bodies emotionlessly.

Ron stepped up to the bars, still cradling his broken arm, and spat towards Harry. "Fuck you."

Harry wiped the spit from his cheek with a frown. "Cut his meals in half," he called over his shoulder to where Wormtail stood in the shadows.

"Understood, Master Potter," Wormtail replied, bowing to the other's back.

Harry nodded at Ron. "I'll see you tomorrow then, my friend," he offered in a falsely cheerful voice before leaving the dungeons with Wormtail.

Ron went back to his corner, the one where there were no dead spider bodies, and crouched down again, hugging his legs to his chest with one arm and staring off into the darkness numbly. I'll never get out of here...

-~/\~-

'Would you just kiss her already?' Gin grumbled in Defence.

Luna shot her best friend a sharp look. "I don't know what you mean."

Gin rolled her eyes. 'You have a crush on my sister. Duh.'

"I do not!" Luna hissed, cheeks colouring.

'You're blushing, Luna.'

"Shut up!" Luna glanced back up to the front of the room with a faintly annoyed expression.

"Miss Lovegood, Miss Weasley-Potter, I do believe you know better than to talk in my class," Herm called.

"Sorry, Professor," Luna replied, glancing away.

"Ten points off each. Now please pay attention."

Luna gave Gin an angry look when her friend elbowed her. Gin grinned widely in response and Luna looked away. Bitch.

-~/\~-

"Hello again, Ron!"

Ron glared up at Harry from his far corner wordlessly.

"Oh, you're not talking to me now? Well, damn!" Harry said cheerfully.

Ron stuck up his first two fingers.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at his ex-friend. "Well, if you insist." He shrugged, then pointed his wand at Ron. "Crucio."

Ron screamed as he slammed his head back into the wall.

Harry just laughed.

-~/\~-

"So, is your week up yet?" Ted enquired from where he sat on the couch in front of Harry's desk. Blaise, Pan, and Millie sat next to him while Draco had found a reasonably comfortable position on the desk.

Harry glanced up from the paper he was reading through. "Not until tomorrow."

"Damn." Blaise let out a heavy sigh.

Harry allowed a faint smile to pull at his lips. "May I ask why?"

"Umbridge is in charge of Fudge's old position as Minister until they can call together an election," Ted reported.

"And we know the Wizarding World's in too much chaos right now for an election," Pan sniffed.

Harry leaned back in his seat with a thoughtful frown. "Would you lot like to handle Umbridge for me?"

The Slytherins traded looks. "Sure," Draco replied for them all.

Harry smirked. "Perfect." He shifted through a few papers on his desk, then held one out to Draco. "That's Umbridge's current residence. I want her dealt with by tomorrow morning. Handle her however you wish, just make sure she's dead."

"Understood, my Lord," all five Slytherins chorused, standing.

"Now out." Harry grinned. "I have paperwork to do."

The Juniors laughed as they left the room, taking care to close the door quietly behind them.

-~/\~-

"This is not looking good for us." Arthur sighed, placing that morning's paper down in the centre of the desk. All of the Ministry Department Heads had met to discuss who they should name as the next Minister of Magic. Their choices were slim.

"Well, Arthur..." Ashley Graham, a fellow Order of the Phoenix member and the stand-in for the Official Gobstones Club, started.

Arthur shook his head. "Minister is not my place. I belong in Magical Law Enforcement."

"Look, we need someone in the position of Minister that Potter and his bastards won't be able to take out!" Howard Zabini, the stand-in for the Minister's office, spat, pounding his fist on his table.

"Mad-Eye," Kingsley Shacklebolt said suddenly from where he sat with a few other aurors. Tonks sat next to him, a brooding look taking over her dulled features, as was usual these days.

Zabini gave the auror who'd spoken a cool look. "Well, he certainly won't be caught unawares."

"I'm with Kingsley on this," Cassidy Hayes spoke up suddenly. "I doubt Potter would even try taking him on."

Arthur nodded tiredly. "Cassidy has a point. Alastor trained Harry, therefore he knows all his tricks."

"But can Moody act like a Minister instead of a crazed schizo for us?" Jerrico Orald, Head of the Obliviator Squad, spat, sneering.

"You don't know Mad-Eye at all," Tonks said suddenly, glancing up with a fire in her eyes. "He's not all paranoia. He led the aurors in battle numerous times in the last war and was the best auror, hands down, of everyone in the service. He was born to lead people and you question him about his mental stability?!"

"Nymphadora!" Kingsley clamped a hand over Tonks' mouth. "We get the point."

Tonks scowled and forced Kingsley's hand from her mouth. "I trained with Alastor. He taught me everything I know and I know you underestimate his mental state, just like the bigots you are!" Then she stood angrily and stalked from the room.

Outside stood Mad-Eye. "Impressive," he mentioned evenly once the door had fallen shut behind Tonks.

"I–" Tonks looked away, unable to hide the burn on her cheeks.

Mad-Eye's scarred face twisted with a smile. "That wasn't just about me. That was about Potter, too. Wasn't it?"

Tonks' head shot up. "He's not evil!"

"But nor is he purely good," Mad-Eye replied severely, before turning away. "I've got a meeting with Potter after today's Order meeting, in the Leaky Cauldron. If you still feel the need to speak with him then, come along." Moody's eyes flashed dangerously. "Alone." Then he walked easily from the hallway.

-~/\~-

Harry and Tom were having a brilliant time duelling against one another in the far corner of the Great Hall. It was the DA meeting on October the fourth. They were supposed to be practising the Stunning Spell, but the two Dark Lords had quickly become bored with the easy spell and had taken to casting other spells with the same colour magical signature at one another when no one was really paying attention.

Herm stepped up to the two with a dark look. "Stunners, gentlemen," she chastised firmly.

"Stunners are boring," Harry reported, flipping a long lock of red hair from his face.

Tom sniggered. "A bit below our level, Miss Granger."

"Only a bit? Mar, you have such a way of underestimating things." Harry rolled his eyes.

Herm snorted. "Just don't let the Headmaster catch you, idiots. The last thing we need is him questioning you two being here."

Tom gave Herm a strange look. "I believe the laws created for this were that, as long as you didn't have a Dark Mark, you were free to come or go as you please."

"Well, they are." Herm winced. "Kinda."

Dark grey eyes flashed. "The old coot changed them," Harry deducted.

"Yeah. He hasn't found a spell yet to make the pendants show, though."

"That's what Draco said." Harry sighed. "Go back to your job. I'm sure Gin will inform you about the meeting later."

"Be careful," Herm replied coolly before turning around and stepping back into the mass of people.

Harry and Tom traded looks. "Stunners?" Tom asked.

"Stunners," Harry agreed regretfully.

Tom groaned.

-~/\~-

Harry was laughing about something with Millie, Greg, and Vin when he was suddenly forced to block a curse. "What the hell?!"

'You complete and utter idiot!!' Gin ranted, stalking towards her brother. The Slytherins Harry had been speaking with backed up to join the rest of the elder Juniors who had gathered while the new inductees watched on with shock. None of them knew this man, as Harry had kept his disguise on.

"I've just had a refresh in Stunners, Miss Weasley. Stand down," called a threatening voice from behind one of the blood curtains.

'AND YOU FUCKING LET HIM!!' Gin's lettering screamed through the room.

Voldemort stepped from the stairs that led up to his old rooms, scarlet eyes burning dangerously. "Indeed I did. Your point?"

"Enough!" Harry shouted, stepping between his lover and sister as both rose their wands. "Gin, you know better than to start a fight with him. My Lord, if you don't calm down, I will hex you."

Gin lowered her wand, expression tight. 'I would like your excuses. And quickly.'

Harry threw up a hand before the Dark Lord could snap back a reply. "I lost my temper."

'That's not a good enough excuse.' Gin spat and raised her wand again.

"Because your precious Ministry's aurors had me under Cruciatus," the Dark Lord hissed, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "Harry felt the curse as well."

Gin's eyes narrowed, though not at the two Dark Lords. 'The Ministry used the Cruciatus Curse on a suspected Death Eater?' she asked.

"Yes. We got the reports later about the whole incident," Susan Bones reported. "Auntie was furious, but the aurors who had cast the spell were already dead." She glanced over at Harry and Voldemort curiously.

"Sirius, Lucius, and Rodolphus went in to get him and killed the aurors in the process," Harry clarified.

"We figured it was something like that." Sue nodded seriously. "They did a good job cleaning up, though. We couldn't find any magical signatures."

Harry's eyes glittered. "Old auror trick. Mad-Eye taught me and I taught them over the summer."

"Figures." Dean Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Sit down. All of you. Our meeting time is short and we've wasted enough as it is," Harry ordered, waving his hands towards the pile of cushions as Voldemort let him go.

"How will we know for sure when the meeting's over?" Luna enquired as everyone moved to sit down, some of the inductees having to be half-dragged by their classmates.

"I gave Draco a way to warn us." Harry shrugged, taking his place at the head of the roughly-formed circle on the ring of poufs. Gin took her place at his right while Voldemort took up a stance just behind him and to his left. Harry glanced over the circle of faces and smirked. "I'm impressed, Gin."

'You said to get them, so we got them.' Gin responded proudly.

"You may want to look like yourself, boss," Parvati called out teasingly from between Mandy Brocklehurst and Michael Corner.

"Don't be a smart-arse," Harry called back before forcing his form to shift back to that of the more recognisable Harry Potter. Gasps filled the circle. "Oiy. I think I got a better reaction than you did, Voldie," he offered over his shoulder.

"Watch it, Potter. I happen to know where you're most vulnerable," the Dark Lord shot back easily.

"So you think," Harry replied.

Voldemort swept forward and wrapped his arms around Harry again, placing his mouth next to his ear. :So I know, you imp,: he hissed coldly.

"Humph." Harry waved his hand at his lover flippantly. "Away, demon. I'm trying to have a meeting."

I'll meet you when you're done, the Dark Lord's voice caressed Harry mind even as the serpent-like man slid back into the shadows and out of sight.

Harry shrugged. "He's gone for now," he announced before tossing himself down onto a pouf. "I know all of you already, so I won't bother asking for names or anything like that. I'll just give you the basic run-down and then send you on your way, since, as I said, our time here is short..."

-~/\~-

The members of the esteemed Order of the Phoenix sat at the table in Albus' office silently, glaring at one another. An obvious line ran down the centre of the table: one side held the Slytherins and their increasing number of supporters; on the other were those members who distrusted the Slytherins and blamed them for the corruption of Harry Potter, as he'd spent so much time with them near the end of the last school year and over the summer. The two sides would probably have been screaming at one another again if Albus hadn't finally lost his temper and cursed them all into silence.

The door to the office opened, admitting two new figures. Everyone looked up suspiciously, most smiling when they recognised the faces.

"Sorry we're late, Albus," Herm breathed as she took her usual seat between Draco and Molly. "But Mad-Eye was helping Poppy and me get the twins settled down."

Mad-Eye took the open seat at the far end of the table from Albus, ending the dividing line that shot through the table. "Awfully quiet in here. Bit of an improvement over your usual screaming," the man mentioned.

Albus pursed his lips. "We came to a bit of an agreement. How are you doing in the role of Minister, Alastor?"

"As well as can be expected, looking at all the work that was left behind," Mad-Eye replied flippantly as he silently ended the Silencing Charm that was settled over the table.

"It's a wonder they even considered you for the position," Severus sneered as soon as he felt the spell end.

"Now see here, Sna–" Tonks started, eyes darkening.

"Enough," Mad-Eye ordered in a sharp voice. Everyone looked at him as he stood, blue eye spinning madly in his socket. "I refuse to sit here and listen to another childish argument. I have better things to do than watch adults behave like children." His normal eye shot Albus a sharp look. "And you're not helping, Albus. If you all plan on behaving like this again, then I shall take my leave now and get back to my work."

When no one moved, Albus inclined his head towards the Minister. "The floor is yours, Alastor."

Mad-Eye nodded and sat back down. "Potter knows who we already have spying on his people, so we need some more. That means that you, Snape, Zabini, Malfoy, and Nott, need to see if you can pull a few of your other friends. We need all the help we can get. Miss Granger, you and Miss Weasley were close enough to Potter that you might be able to worm your ways back into his trust. Whether it is so that you can drag him back to us or so you can stab him in the back when he's not looking, I don't care, just try. I will, also, try and get back into contact with him and rationalise with him. Molly, Arthur, he once commented that he saw you like parents, you should also try."

Everyone frowned thoughtfully at the old auror's words. They made sense, and it was a course of action. Not one that the under-cover members of the Dark Order liked, but at least they'd have a reason to stay in contact with Harry. At the very least, Herm considered, Gin would be pleased; she hadn't liked the idea of pretending she hated her brother.

Albus nodded. "Perfect. Also, I need a few eyes to find me information on Marcus Brutús. I have a suspicion that he's not who he said he was."

"You thought that last year too, Albus," Minerva pointed out with a sigh.

"Yes, but this time I actually think I know who he might really have been."

"Well, who then?" Severus snapped.

"Lord Voldemort."

-~/\~-

-~\/~-

A/N: And a question I received over at FFN constantly was, "What happened in the meeting between Harry and Moody?" Having read this over again, I've realised that it's worded so that Moody's induction as Minister and the meetings were on different days, but they weren't. The meeting'll be next chapter.
Oops. ^.^"

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Same. Midterm on Friday. More observations than an actual analysis. Kitty, who the hell is Gin's sister ~? I'm assuming you mean by Hermione but when I think of sister, I think of familial relationship or an official acknowledgment of that title. Some parts of it were OOC ... it felt more like crack than any real meaning to the plot. I don't understand the dream sequence. Perhaps you could clarify it further, transition wise. The irony's nice though ... with the beginning and the end but if Albus was scared as a fucked bunny, why would he possess enough coherence to make the conclusion Marcus=Volderment?

I really enjoyed it, kitty. There were some parts where it felt like a cliffhanger and I was so happy that it continued. The ending makes me want to read more ... sort of like the ending of Lost every week and take it as the largest compliment I can think of at this moment.

:D

We are grateful.

Hugs.

Now finish those papers and yes, it's short and yes, it's longer than the past few.

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FIC: Reclaim ~ Chapter 8 ~ R ~ Tom/Harry