Chapter Text
Tom and Hadrian were still cuddling in their nest, but they readjusted a bit. Haddy cast a drying and cleaning charm on themself, but Tom didn't mind his own mess still dripping out of him. The duvet with the cooling charm had been set aside, and Tom was laying on his stomach and mindlessly chewing on a cold pillow that soothed his aching fangs. Hades, of course, decided that laying on top of him was comfortable. And Tom didn't mind his cousin pretending to be a blanket sprawled over top of him. It made him feel quite safe and filled him with a soft fondness.
The elder Auror introduced himself as Ogden, and the younger was Selwyn. Apparently, it was fine to do a formal witness report through a door. Tom would try not to look too bored, just in case Auror Selwyn's pensieve memory could view his likeness through the door when it was later used as evidence and witness testimony in court. At least, in that unlikely event, he would look like a proper emotional wreck. It was still a bit obvious that he had been crying earlier.
“Alright, this is Auror Selwyn marking the start of this memory for the pensieve testimony. The day is June 13th, 1942. Would you please state your name for the record in your usual voice? I have a dictation quill here as a secondary verification of the witnesses’ report on the actions of Morfin Gaunt on this day.” The younger Auror spoke clearly and concisely.
“I am Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
“This is Auror Ogden.”
Hadrian… hesitated a little. “My… situation with my name is rather complicated. Morfin renamed me Hydrus Gaunt, but I do not know if he ever bothered to report my existence as his Heir to the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts. But my mother named me Hadrian Lillian Potter. I don't know what magic itself would consider my name to be.”
Auror Ogden gasped in shock. “B-but that means Morfin and Miss Lily—”
Tom's cousin buried their face against the nape of his neck. Hades breathed in his magic, and Tom leaned up into their touch. They barely lifted their head enough to be heard through the door. “She was dosed with Amortentia and someone freed and obliviated her after he was thrown in Azkaban. And, this wasn't the first time he's committed a crime since he's been out. He… he found out about me. And came to our house, a-and—”
The Slytherin teen gently rolled Hydrus off of him. They were clearly struggling not to cry as they tried to talk about the truth of what happened to them. Tom sat up and pulled them into a hug. He brushed his fingers through their hair and drew patterns on their back. Hadrian shuddered in his arms and breathed in more of his, hopefully comforting, scent.
Their voice shook less this time. They steeled themself before speaking in a detached monotone that barely hid their seething hatred and barely avenged grief. “Morfin killed Mum. He placed wards down around the house, anti-apparation, anti-floo, and anti-portkey. We couldn't escape when he set fire to our house the muggle way. He cornered us in the kitchen, and he didn't bother dosing my mother with Amortentia again. I was forced to watch him… violate her, and he strangled her to death afterwards. S-she didn’t b-bother fighting back, not with her m-magic. Morfin h-had his w-and aimed at me the e-entire time. He kidnapped me straight out of the burning remains of our house, and he always threatened to make me his breeding bitch before killing me like he killed Mum. I was only nine. He closed down our floo and set owl wards and rejected my admission into Hogwarts to keep me trapped here in this town with him. I… I d-don't think he's ever touched me, but he could have just o-obliviated me afterwards.”
Auror Ogden retched audibly. The fully grown man couldn't handle what he was hearing. “Fuck. Oh, fucking Merlin, I was in the house. I was in this house when she went missing the first time. She was here, and I didn't know! No, no, no, I did see her. But I didn't— how come I didn't— why!?”
Hadrian leaned most of their weight against Tom. They snorted at the Auror’s mental agony, barely able to hold back their bitter laughter. “It's the wards. The Gaunts have treated domestic abuse and violence as an honored family tradition these past few generations. So they came up with a way to not get caught. It’s a cruel variation of a secrecy ward. Any Gaunt child or spouse trying to report the abuse happening within the property line and the wards will not be believed. It’s a variation of Cassandra’s Curse from the times of Ancient Greece, the one nearly considered to be myth. As for any witnesses on the property, they will either not remember what happened, with their own mind obliviating little details and filling in the blanks, or they won’t be able to share what happened or be believed when they do. This also applies to crimes committed on the property. Secrets, sensitive information, and blackmail as well.
“You’re allowed to remember and report this because the incident continued off of the property. You’re already aware and have evidence of all the spells he cast today, and you already know that he aimed some of those spells at us. He assaulted my mother off of the property, so I can talk about that. Morfin’s already been arrested once again, so I can talk about his crimes committed against me as much as I like now. His Lordship and power over the wards are currently being suspended by the Ministry as he was taken into custody immediately upon proof of using an Unforgivable.”
Well, that was quite interesting to know. Of course, it must’ve been terrifying for Hades to be unable to get help growing up. But it would be incredibly useful for them now. After all, they were the heir to the Gaunts and custody of the master wards would pass down to them.
::So even if Morfin remembered being Imperioused somehow, he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone?:: Tom whispered the hisses under his breath. Even if the Aurors shared their memories with someone that could speak parseltongue, they wouldn’t be able to hear them.
Hydrus smiled at him with slanted eyes. It was a small smile, playful and cruel and wicked and meant just for him. Their avada green eyes shined with equal mirth and malice. They didn’t say a single word, only nodded.
Merlin, Tom wanted to snog his cousin silly. Such blatant bloodlust looked gorgeous on them.
Ogden threw up again, completely ruining the moment. At least the man bothered to mumble a cleaning charm that time.
Auror Selwyn cleared his throat and managed to remain professional. “We'll be adding the murder of another wixen, usage of Amortentia, and domestic abuse to Morfin’s charges. We will also add the suspicions of attempted line theft and sexual abuse of an underage wixen to his investigation and make sure that questions about such actions are included in his pre-trial interrogations. Would the pair of you like to take a break before describing today's events?”
Tom didn’t reply right away. First, he blatantly manhandled his cousin into sitting on his lap rather than merely hugging them. The extra closeness meant he could lean his head on top of theirs and hide his face in their soft curly hair. Hades clearly didn't mind being moved at all, by the way they were already quietly purring and nuzzling his neck.
The Slytherin teen didn't have any ulterior motive or any reason in general to make Haddy sit in his lap. He just wanted them even closer to him. He liked constantly cuddling them.
But now that he was settled, it was time to answer the Auror.
“I think I'd rather get this over with sooner rather than later, sir.” Tom sniffled a bit, just for performance.
“Would you describe to me the events leading up to the incident with Morfin? What were you doing this morning?”
“Well, I started this morning at Hogwarts, sir. I was on the Hogwarts Express to get back to London, and I walked from King’s Cross to Wool’s Orphanage. That's where I stay during the summer months, but I was barely at the front steps before the Matron stumbled out drunk and told me that the place was shut down. Apparently, while I was at Hogwarts this year, all of the orphanages in London were evacuated to the countryside because of all the bomb attacks in the muggle war. So, Mrs. Cole refused to let me stay and turned me out on the street.
“I wasn't sure what to do at first. I didn't have any of my Muggle identification on me. Mrs. Cole and the orphanage still had all my papers. And I was scared that if I went to the muggle Aurors to get placed in a different orphanage or foster home, they might just decide to draft me for the muggle war instead. I look older than my age because I'm rather tall. Even if I did get placed in a different orphanage though, I doubt that one out in the countryside would let me travel back to London to go to what they thought was a fancy boarding school. Mrs. Cole certainly tried to stop me from going back to Hogwarts a few times.
“But… one of my dormmates mentioned that I was likely related to the Gaunts because I'm a parselmouth. I had looked up the family in the school library this year, and I figured that Morfin Gaunt was likely my Uncle. I looked up where he lived too.
“So, I popped over to Diagon to get some lunch and convert a few galleons to muggle money at Gringotts. Then, I took the train to Little Hangleton. I was hoping my uncle would take me in and offer me a place to stay. I had no clue that he would hate me on sight.
“He… he started ranting about my father up the hill, and how his sister must have slept with him. He only spoke in parseltongue, and he screamed about how my existence was a stain on the House of Gaunt.”
Hydrus took over their narrative now. They were the ones that knew what memories they had created and implanted in Morfin. “That's when I came home from work. I do a lot of odd jobs for the local villagers, because Morfin refuses to keep himself employed. So I was beyond surprised that an argument was happening in parseltongue in the front room. I stood in the entryway for a while before either of them noticed me, just shocked that there was another parselmouth here. Another Gaunt.
“But the moment of shock passed and I made myself known. Morfin tried to convince me to hurt Tom at first, before he shook himself out of his drunken stupor. When I refused, he finally lunged for his wand. He started throwing spells at us. I managed to cast a few weak shield charms, but he has the allegiance of my wand. It mostly refuses to hurt or oppose him. Even if he starts firing bone-breaker hexes at me.
“I first tried to rush Tom out the back door, but Morfin blocked the way off with the wards. So I shoved him in my room instead. I… have a few wards of my own set in here that aren't connected to the main stone. They just keep Morfin out of my room.
“T-that’s when he fired an A-AK at us.”
Auror Ogden whimpered while Auror Selwyn hissed in anger.
Hadrian continued their account. “Tom ducked right away, but I wasn't sure where Morfin was aiming. So I used a summoning charm on one of the loose floorboards to intercept it. Morfin’s shot went wide, and I followed up with a Knockback Charm. Then, I fainted immediately. I forgot that there were still wards on the property that specifically drain my magic whenever I aim an 'offensive’ spell at Morfin.”
Tom picked up their narrative. “I grabbed for my own wand after the AK, but I didn't react fast enough to cast anything before my cousin did. But when Morfin slammed into the wall and Hydrus collapsed, I cast a Locking Charm right away. I used summoning and levitation charms to barricade the door with the dresser.
“I… panicked for a bit after that. At first, I wasn't sure whether a Rennervate would wake them up or make it worse. Eventually, I remembered the symptoms for standard unconscious versus cursed sleep, so I determined that I could safely cast it. Meanwhile, Morfin screamed and hissed more threats at us. About killing me and raping my cousin. That's why I attempted to break through the wards and try to escape after Morfin left. I wasn't able to manage it though, so we got as comfortable as we could. We were just talking and hoping that the Aurors might show up in time and save us. And well, here you are.”
Selwyn, luckily, didn't bother with follow up questions. “Thank you both for your testimony. End dictation quill report. Mark end of memory for pensieve testimony.”
The Auror sighed. “Lord Carrow will be along shortly. While he might already know how to apparate to the property, he does have to formally go through the DMLE and apparate in via their provided coordinates. It shouldn't take more than a few more minutes.”
It was rather awkward to merely sit and wait for his cousin's… occasional bedroom companion to show up and unlock the door. Tom didn't quite know how to feel about the entire situation. Obviously, he wanted to court Hadrian with the intent to eventually marry. He already knew that he treasured and adored them. With only a few hours of knowing them, Tom decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with them by his side. It might even be love that he felt for them.
But… he also knew from his glimpse of their memories, that they were a professional prostitute. It wasn't their entire income, but it was the vast majority of it. And while Tom was going to inherit the Riddle Estate soon, he did not want to be financially controlling or abusive in any way shape or form. So, if his cousin wanted to keep working, he wouldn't object.
Besides, Tom knew that wixen society viewed relationships entirely different than muggles. While it was preferred that a pureblood heir wizard marry a witch, it wasn't a problem for the wizard to marry another wizard. The easiest way to continue the family line was a wizard simply impregnating a witch, but magic provided several alternatives. Male pregnancy was possible through potions, surrogacy and subsequent blood adoption was the obvious solution for most, and reproductive rites and rituals were an entire field of study of their own.
So, only the most traditional arseholes cared about gender and sexuality. But arranged marriages were still common. Contraceptives were also incredibly easy and reliable with magic, and affairs were widely accepted in wixen culture despite the scandalous gossip surrounding them. Of course affairs were prevalent when most pure-bloods were in lavender marriages. Having a lover or three on the side kept both partners happy.
It was rare to bother with exclusivity clauses in betrothal and marriage contracts nowadays. It was even less common, and practically unheard of, to include such things before the Statue of Secrecy was established. Covens and circles were commonplace back then, and they still did communal orgies for certain magic rituals. A shame that there weren't any books about those practices at Hogwarts.
And Tom had heard about swingers too. Married couples that practically swapped spouses. And multi-marriage was technically legal in Wizarding Britain. Even if the contracts involved were quite a bit more complicated. So complicated that triads were really the only people that filed for it. Having a harem on the side (... like Tom supposed he did…) was far easier than going through the parchment work hassle of marrying one's harem.
Tom knew he was overthinking this. He just needed to know whether or not he disliked the fact that Lord Carrow was coming over. How did Tom feel about the Lord interacting with Hydrus? Would he feel jealous? Would he hate the man rather irrationally?
The Slytherin teen pictured it. An unknown Lord talking to his cousin, likely flirting with them.
…
How would Tom feel if the Aurors were gone and the Lord fucked Hadrian in front of him?
He pictured it.
And he did not… dislike the idea. He did not dislike the concept of Hades being held down by someone else, likely on the floor, getting their pretty pussy thoroughly railed by another man.
Huh, that was another two kinks Tom discovered today: voyeurism and cuckolding.
Tom absentmindedly kissed Hadrian’s forehead.
They blinked up at him and tilted their head in a silent question.
::So, are you contemplating about seducing a certain Lord this evening?::
Hydrus grinned and raised an eyebrow. ::Why? Do you want to watch?::
Well, great minds certainly thought alike.
::Would you like me to watch?:: Tom decided to tease them a little.
They ducked their head down and muffled quiet giggles against his shoulder. ::It really is like you were made for me, Tom.::
Tom felt utterly besotted. He had never felt so happy in his life, and it was all because of Hades. Just being around them made him feel all warm inside, like his very heart was finally thawing from a lifetime of winter frost. Laughter and joy had never come easily to him, and now he was pretty much flooded with it.
Most pure-bloods his age were a bit hesitant to truly believe in the Concepts and higher powers that they worshiped in the Moste Olde Ways. It was hard for modern wixen to believe in Lord Death, Lady Fate, Lord Time, and Lady Nature when the Concepts no longer seemed to roam the land like they did in the legends and stories of Olde.
But Tom truly believed that Hydrus was proof that Mother Magic truly existed. She had made them as two halves of a whole, living such empty lives without the other. Now that they were reunited for the first time, both of them were thriving together within only a few hours of meeting. Tom had a home and family with them. Hadrian had gotten their father and tormenter thrown into Azkaban. Soon, the entire Riddle property and fortune would belong to half-bloods of House Gaunt.
::And you were made for me.:: Tom smiled, soft and sweet. He pressed another kiss to their hair.
Hades shifted in his lap, deciding to properly straddle his thighs. Neither of them needed to say a single thing as they quietly began snogging. They were gentle this time, their kisses nearly chaste pecks. Without nipping or fangs or tongues, just lips against lips.
The outside world no longer mattered, if only for a few more minutes. While he heard the murmurs of the Aurors beyond the door, Tom paid far more attention to the little breathy gasps his cousin made.
Tom couldn't quite help himself. It was risky to cast a wandless silencing charm so close to the Aurors, but Tom did it anyway.
Hydrus yelped when he slithered his hand down their pants again. But they nodded their consent, even as a bright blush spread across their face. Dragging his fingertips through their folds, Tom felt that they were still wet and loose from earlier. He barely dipped them inside, just enough to tug on the rim of Hades’ cunt. Tom explored a bit more, and he was pleased to find out that they did have a clit. The small bundle of nerves was tucked away behind their scrotum. It was all the more satisfying to press his thumb against that little hidden button of pleasure, after having to actually search for it.
Their reaction was instant. Hadrian moaned and whimpered and leaned against him as their thighs trembled. They tried to ride his fingers for some proper friction and pleasure as they nipped his shoulder. Their fangs only barely broke through his skin, injecting him with a trickle of their venom and magic.
The venom certainly did the trick.
Because finally, Tom felt himself start to harden again. He was glad to be a horny teenager with a naturally short refractory period. But he still hadn’t expected to regain proper function of his dick for a few more hours, not after Hadrian had wrung four or five orgasms out of him in half an hour. It was very likely his cousin had laced their venom with an aphrodisiac, but Tom was reaping the benefits of it.
::Asphodel, my dear, may I breed you and cum inside you?:: Tom knew they wouldn't have long, but Selwyn was mentioning something about a delay. And Ogden was in some kind of hysterics again about the horrors he witnessed done to Lily Potter and had put up his own muffling charm.
Hydrus was desperate for it, already begging. ::Please, please, please. Tom, want to be marked by you and your cock. Please!::
::May I spell off your trousers and pants, darling?:: Tom barely remembered to ask permission before using magic on them. But he was awarded with another nip of venom and breathy gasps of hissed yeses. A flick of his wrist and their clothing disappeared somewhere inside their nest. Their dick rucked up his shirt, and they dripped slick onto his trousers as they rocked forwards on his fingers again.
Tom quickly banished his own pants and trousers. His hand was still in the way, as he continued to finger them. He no longer teased their rim with a faint touch. Rather, he was properly thrusting them in and out, stretching them and mimicking what he was about to do with his cock. Hades practically rode his fingers, and Tom rubbed his dick between their slick thighs. Hadrian whimpered and threw their arms over his shoulders and pressed their chests together. Well, their breasts were pretty much in his face.
Tom dug his thumb into their clit and hooked his fingers against their g-spot without warning.
He was pleased that they orgasmed on the spot. Their fangs bit into his neck this time, right where the collar of his rumpled shirt normally sat. Tom felt them spasm around his fingers, and he barely registered the cum splattered on his shirt. He would remember that clitoral stimulation caused them to orgasm from both their cunt and cock. He’d get to experiment with that later.
For now, Tom had a goal and a time limit.
Hydrus was nice and loose when he removed his fingers. They were coherent enough to chitter in his ear and hold a bit of their own weight as Tom lifted them slightly and slid the tip of his dick inside their pussy. Hades mewled and clung to him. Their nails dug into his back.
Tom held their hips and guided them down until that warm quivering quim held his entire length. As much as he wanted to pound their pussy right away, he let them settle and pant into his ear.
He had his eyes on a slight detour anyway. It wasn’t like Tom could even see anything else with Hydrus’ tits in his face.
Either their suspenders had been banished with their trousers, or they had fallen off. Tom didn’t exactly care as he moved his hands off their hips and quickly unbuttoned their shirt. Hades chirped in confusion, but they got their answer soon enough when Tom started sucking on one of their nipples. He didn’t bother to be careful with his fangs.
::Tom!:: Their hiss wasn’t a protest, but a moan. Even as he bit down. Hadrian only yelped and bounced a bit on his cock. Their fingers combed through his hair as he nibbled on their breast. Firewhiskey swelled in his mouth as he envenomated them with his own aphrodisiac and magic. He switched to the other as they yelped and hissed turned on nonsense.
Hades rode him in short, shallow bobs. It was the only movement they could manage with Tom’s love bites at their chest. And the stimulation was a bit more for their quivering quim rather than him, but he didn’t mind. He was rather occupied with being a possessive scoundrel, leaving his cousin covered in small bleeding pinpricks and hickeys. They looked freshly mauled, and enough aphrodisiac would make them all hot and bothered and helplessly turned on for a while. Arousal constantly burning in them at a low simmer.
Tom shifted to biting the meat between their neck and shoulder. The Slytherin teen flipped them both over to fuck Hadrian into their nest. It was an echo of their earlier positions as he gripped the back of their thighs and held them up.
::I know that you’re teething, but please just hurry up and breed me, Tom!:: They hissed at him, locking their ankles around his back.
Tom reluctantly stopped biting them. ::I was getting there.::
Hydrus shifted, already trying to fuck themselves on his cock again, but Tom was faster. He thrust hard into them, grabbing their hips as hard as they did earlier. He set a brutal pace, breeding them like they bred him. Tom made sure his thrusts were as deep as they could be, aiming for their pleasure spots. Hadrian was an incoherent mess under him, babbling hisses of encouragement.
It was difficult to move a hand and find and press their clit again, but Tom managed. He let his magic well up around him and help guide his hand and his cock.
Hydrus came around him with a short scream, and Tom soon followed.
Luckily, he didn't pass out this time. He listened to the Aurors as he fondled his cousin’s breasts in the afterglow. Tom wasn't going to bother getting them presentable until that Rune Master was here.
Unfortunately, he only got half a minute of titty time before he heard a third voice beyond the door. Hadrian was still a bit disoriented when Tom spelled their clothes back on.
Of course, Tom still had the greediness of a penniless orphan, and he went back to fondling his cousin. They had to be covered, and he could no longer bite them. But a slightly rumpled appearance was excusable for them, considering their slight magical exhaustion.
Tom easily manhandled them until both parsels were laying on their side in the nest. He spooned them from behind, hands in the perfect position to continue touching their breasts. Hades sleepily grumbled and complained that they couldn’t fondle Tom back, even when they started purring at the touch. His cousin was adorable and Tom just wanted to sink his fangs into them again.
He settled for purring back and glaring at the door.
Lord Carrow was far too cheerful. “Hello, Hydrus! This array should only take me a few minutes to take apart!”
Hadrian’s reply was partially muffled with their cheek smushed against one of the pillows in the nest. “‘Ello, Asmodeus.”
Asmodeus… that was an oddly familiar name, but most pure-blood families tended to reuse names of their preferred theme. Maybe Tom went to school with his son or a nephew. Actually, Tom wasn't sure if the Lord was old enough to have school age children yet. He only had the impression that he was fairly young for a Lord, from his second hand impressions of Hades’ memories.
Tom sat up and stopped fondling his cousin as he felt the rotten smelling magic of the wards start to unravel. The Slytherin made sure he was using his holly wand as he relocated the dresser away from the door. Hydrus merely sat up enough to lay back down while using Tom’s thigh as a pillow. Petting his cousin's hair while they were slightly dozing in his lap was socially acceptable. Besides, they were “recovering” from the drain on their magic done by the wards.
Even though he was expecting it, the sudden opening of the door startled him anyway.
Mostly because he recognized the person on the other side.
Asmodeus Carrow had been the Head Boy and practical King of Slytherin when Tom was a first year. Only 17 and already a Lord, due to a “tragic accident” that happened to his father over the summer, the entire house respected and feared him. Freshly orphaned, the professors also blatantly favored him. Especially Professor Etome, the old as dirt Runes Professor. The man shamelessly molded Carrow into his replacement, so that Etome could retire before keeling over in his office. After only two years of apprenticing under different Rune Masters and learning all he could about European Runes, Carrow quickly earned his Mastery and was invited back as an Assistant Professor for a year before fully taking over the position this upcoming year.
The blue-eyed brunette also happened to be one of the few pure-bloods that didn’t instantly try and bully Tom for being a supposed mudblood. He told off quite a few of Tom’s harassers when they were stupid enough to get caught. Asmodeus had also given Tom permission to use his first name after he was caught wandlessly playing with Fiendfyre in the common room.
Carrow basically handed him the future leadership of Slytherin House by also lending Tom his old Runes and Arithmancy books and occasionally helped him study in the common room and even in the school library on occasion. They shared a mutual fascination over rather obscure magicks and the Olde Rituals. Asmodeus also taught him the gaps of pure-blood etiquette and culture that Abraxas and Theodoris missed. Mostly the Olde Tales of the Oligarchy Houses and Founders and how to fucking navigate a library because wixen society was fucking allergic to the Dewey Decimal System and the basic organization of books.
It had been odd having his old mentor as his Assistant Professor this past year. It would be odd having what was pretty much his first crush as his Runes Professor next year.
But the fact that Asmodeus Carrow, the same Asmodeus Carrow that had ruffled his hair and taught him book finding charms, had fucked his cousin!! Likely not even more than a year after he first met Tom!!! That was far beyond the realm of awkward. Tom didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle the man or climb him like a tree. Because if Asmodeus was into firsties anyway, why didn’t he fuck Tom? What, was he not pretty enough when he was eleven turning twelve that year?
Tom knew that his thoughts were completely irrational, but he didn’t exactly care. He still somehow felt insulted by not being perved on by his sexy former upperclassman and current teacher.
Asmodeus only blinked in surprise at Tom’s presence. The lord was a phenomenal actor and didn’t give away how shocked he was over seeing his lover’s head in his student’s lap. He only took a second to observe the situation before he carefully selected his next words. “Good to see you again, Hydrus. Now, while I’m here and Morfin is currently in holding at the Ministry and promptly being stripped of his Lordship this time, would you like me to take a look at the ward stone? I want to get rid of that nasty ward that drains you of your magic in your own home, Hydrus. And I’d like to do it as soon as possible. Unless, of course, the Aurors need my presence back in the Law Enforcement Department.”
Auror Ogden assured the other man that he could stay. “Oh no, no, no. You don’t have to report back to the DMLE. I’d greatly appreciate it if you could help Wix Potter here to make the cottage as livable and comfortable as possible. I have a lot to report and paperwork to file myself, and… Wix Potter?”
Hadrian slowly sat up, their fucked out and aroused disorientation easily passed as mere lethargy from the magical drain. They blinked at the man and wobbled in place, even as they remained seated. “Yes…?”
“I know Edmund Potter. Your grandfather was beyond devastated over the news of your supposed passing. He nearly lost himself in my family’s whiskey again before his spouse pulled him out again. All the Potters still wear mourning robes for you and your mother. At least one year of mourning for every year that you lived, Edmund swore. I could offer a re-introduction and help facilitate a reunion. Custody is a bit more complicated in your case, but you’ve been on your own and homeschooled so long that I can dawdle on the filing while you figure everything out. The owl wards here still have to be taken down, and I know that re-adjusting to having your family back will be difficult. It’s been a long time, for you and for them.” Ogden was careful and reassuring with his words.
“O-oh.” Haddy had tears in their eyes as their voice shook. All Tom could do was hold out his hand. They latched onto him like a lifeline.
Tom felt like there was a gaping hole in his stomach. Like the very ground had been taken out from under him.
Hades still had a family. A family that likely adored them and loved them unconditionally. A family that mourned them for years and would be so happy to hear that they were alive.
And Tom… didn’t.
He wasn’t related to the Potters. He was only related to the Gaunts. The Gaunts that kidnapped Lily Potter and raped her. The Gaunts that killed her and kidnapped her precious child, leaving the rest of the Potters to think that Hadrian was dead.
Tom was a Gaunt. The Potters might take Haddy away, remove them from Little Hangleton and spirit them away to live in the safety of Potter Manor. It would be expected. Tom knew his genealogy. Hades was the only Potter of their generation, even if they weren’t a member of the main line. And Tom was pretty positive that Henry Potter was the current Lord, not his younger brother Edmund. It was expected that the only member of their youngest generation, the only guaranteed continuation of the family, would be brought back into the fold and viciously protected. They likely wouldn’t even let Tom visit. Because, he was a Gaunt.
Could Tom even blame them if they did?
Of course, they wouldn’t trust Tom. Not with Hadrian, not with their precious child back from the dead. Not after Lord Morfin Gaunt had hurt their family so severely.
The Potters were well within their right to go as far as to declare a Blood Feud.
Tom… Tom was terrified. He tried to hide his faint tremble, but he clung to his cousin just as desperately. He didn’t want to think that they were just on borrowed time. That Hydrus could be so easily ripped away from him. That if a Blood Feud was declared, Tom’s very magic would hurt any time he was near them. Any chance of ever being able to court and marry them would slip out of his grasp forever, just like that.
Hydrus spoke up, while Tom was trying really hard not to burst into tears or have a panic attack. “Would the Potters even want me? I-I’m the r-reason that M-Mum is dead.”
Ogden kindly smiled at them, a sad thing that betrayed how the man wanted to cry too. “Of course they would, Hadrian.”
Despite how Hades’ voice had wavered earlier, their next sentence was a steely demand. “They’d have to take in and accept Tom too. I refuse to abandon him, and if they try to make me choose between them and Tom, I’ll abandon them every single time. I’ll even go as far as completely disowning myself and rejecting the Potter family magic.”
Tom.
Tom loved Hydrus.
He wanted to snog them silly and climb into their lap and ride their dick. He wanted to fuck and breed them over and over again for hours. He wanted to rip out his own heart and serve it to them on a platter, because nothing else would ever be able to match the ferocity of their declaration.
They would give up the rest of their family and a solid chunk of the very foundation of their magic, all for Tom.
Tom could never truly match that. He didn’t think he could ever be worth that sacrifice, even if he could give Hades the entire world.
Yet, Auror Ogden laughed at their completely serious declaration. As if it was some kind of joke. “Ah, you’re a Potter through and through, Hadrian. Haven’t lost a single bit of that stubborn Potter fire and chivalry. Honorable to a fault and sometimes to their own determinant, Potters always are. I’ll make sure to pass on your terms and conditions. Anything else?”
Hydrus looked to Tom, and he didn’t know what to do either! He didn’t know shit about being part of a family, let alone weird internal family politics. He improvised. Badly.
“Even if they do seek full custody of us, we retain the right to visit Little Hangleton and stay within our properties there if we so wish.”
All he could think about was how much he did not want to be trapped in a pure-blood manor like he had been trapped in the orphanage. He had found a way to do magic this summer, and he refused to have his freedom restricted again.
Somehow, Ogden seemed impressed by Tom’s impulsive little addition. “Alright, I’m off to get started on all that parchment work. Expect a letter in a few days, after my correspondence with the Potters to explain the situation. Farewell.”
The old Auror only waved goodbye before he walked out of the shack and apparated away.
The other Auror, Selwyn, abruptly relaxed and lost all formality. He leaned against the wall behind him and looked Hades up and down. His eyes lingered over how tightly they clung to Tom and Tom to them.
“Hydrus, I hope you realize that Mister Riddle is wearing your trousers.”
Both teens looked down, and sure enough, Tom had accidentally switched their trousers when he had spelled back on their clothes. Their distinctive thigh pockets and embroidery gave it away.
Lord Carrow snickered. Apparently, everyone here knew each other. Selwyn did have a passing resemblance to the Selwyn that had sometimes shadowed Asmodeus like a lost little duckling back in Tom’s first year. His black hair had been longer than the inch that stuck up in every direction now, but those practically black eyes were still the same.
Hydrus blinked up at Selwyn. “I’m surprised that you recognize my trousers. I don’t wear them all that often when you’re around.” The implication was clearly there that Hydrus wasn’t often dressed at all in his presence.
Ah, Selwyn was Asmodeus’ lover/best friend that liked to watch Hadrian fuck the man. That made much more sense.
“So, what actually happened, Hydrus?”
They shrugged. “Bit of torture, bit of Imperius, bit of rich pest disposal. Not that you’ll be able to tell anyone, of course.”
Selwyn smiled and nodded. “About time. Riddle helped?”
“Yeah, dragged the motherfucker out past the wards for me.”
“Good.”
Lord Carrow hummed, pleased at Morfin’s unfortunate fate too. He changed the subject and pretended that they were having a completely normal conversation.
“So… I wasn’t aware that you were a parselmouth, Tom.” Asmodeus smiled at him, deceptively innocent. Selwyn scoffed behind him.
“I wasn’t aware that you were the one to deflower my underage cousin while they were practically a firstie, so let’s call it even.” Tom knew he looked a bit deranged as he showed off his new fangs in a wide grin.
Asmodeus immediately lost their composure as he sputtered in protest, and Selwyn started cackling. “Hydrus was polyjuiced! I thought they were at least 16, and they knew so much about parseltongue and parselscript! How could I have known they were actually twelve!?”
Tom couldn’t stop himself from being a teasing arsehole. His teeth were starting to throb and ache a little, so it was time to be mean and cause chaos. “It’s not like you stopped sleeping with them after you found out how young they were. So would you have begged for a blowjob back then, if you knew that I was a parsel too? Is that what gets you off? Little kids whose tongues can vibrate?”
Lord Carrow was such a blushing mess that he couldn’t speak a single word through his stammering.
Selwyn joined in on the mayhem. “It rather sounds like you want to give Asmodeus a blow job, Mister Riddle.”
Asmodeus screeched in protest. “I’m his teacher!”
Tom ignored his Professor’s outburst. “Please, if I’m going to suck your boyfriend’s dick, you should call me Tom.”
“Then, you should call me Faunus, Tom.” Selwyn grinned at him.
Hydrus mumbled a weak hissing protest. ::Unfair. I thought we were going to bait him into fucking me.::
::Patience. I’m playing with our prey a little longer.:: Tom hissed back.
Speaking of prey, Asmodeus was suddenly quiet. His face was bright red, and Tom could already smell their arousal.
“Oh, parseltongue really does turn you on. Doesn’t it, Professor Carrow?” He easily slid into parsel. ::Not a clue what I’m saying, and yet you want more of it. Did you know that I hardly knew what sex was when I was a firstie? But that didn’t stop me from imagining you violating my mouth in the back of the school library anyway. It was just after I read that wizards were allowed to date and marry other wizards that day. Sure, I only imagined you holding me against a bookcase and licking the back of my tonsils back then, but I stroked off to far filthier imaginings of you in my later years. You were the only one I could imagine topping me last year. I thought about sitting on your desk and spreading my legs for you, Professor. I wanted you to bend me over it and have your way with me, Professor. I just wanted to have your undivided attention again, like those times in my first year.::
Asmodeus squeaked, but they looked entranced as Tom kept hissing.
::Now I have all new fantasies of myself in first year. I wouldn’t even know what a blowjob was until you asked me to get on my knees one day in the back of library. Right near the restricted section. You’d say that I deserved a reward for learning that new spell. You would cast a silencing ward effortlessly and fished out your cock from your trousers. I would have been so confused at first. But you would tell me to open my small little mouth and I would. You would stick just the tip in and tell me to suck and lick it. I’d be so hesitant at first, but you would tell me that I was a good boy and ruffle my hair. I’d get much more enthusiastic about it, just to earn more of that praise; I’d try swallowing more down before switching back to licking. I would think about how to do it better, and I’d probably start hissing to myself like I used to. It would feel so good for you, and you’d come in my mouth and all over my face. I’d ask if I did a good job while you spelled my face clean, and you’d say that I was the best with my hot little mouth and vibrating tongue. You would have ruined me and turned me into a total cock slut, addicted to your praise and the taste of your cum. It would be agony to go to school without you until you were my Professor. Then, I’d get to sneak into your office and blow you everyday. Wouldn’t that be so amazing and perfect for us, Professor?::
Hydrus quickly caught onto what Tom was doing, and they started repeating what Tom was saying in English. The combo of parseltongue and its translation of Tom’s dirty talk was the final undoing of Asmodeus’ moral integrity.
The lord walked forward into the room, closer to Tom. Close enough that Hades started petting the man’s thigh and leaned against it as they finished the translation of Tom’s horny rambling.
Asmodeus’ moral backbone finally snapped with a whimper. “P-please.”
Tom had caught his prey. ::Please what, Professor?::
Hadrian repeated it.
Professor Carrow whined and begged for it. “P-please suck my c-cock, Tom.”
The Slytherin student eagerly obliged his Professor. Tom took a bit of time unbuttoning the man’s trousers and pulling out his dick.
It was on the larger size of average, but Tom had sucked bigger and girthier. Not much compared to Flint’s thick impractical monster. That Quidditch player was hung like a damn centaur and required witches to always use a stretching charm and still suffer through a bit of cervical pain. Tom had to cast a stretching charm on his damn throat so that he could fucking breathe around it.
But, this would be his first time speaking parseltongue during oral. He wasn’t sure what to talk about now. ::I certainly would have been intimidated by this as a firstie.::
He spoke that nonsense sentence against the tip, and Asmodeus moaned loudly. Tom gripped the man’s hips and steadied himself a bit before swallowing it down. At first, he held it in his mouth and just bobbed his head and licked around the sides and sucked a little. It was his normal approach to blowjobs, and then he decided to try experimenting with it.
::I’m running out of hot shit to say. I forgot how I lose all my damn brain cells the instant that a cock is in my mouth.:: The words very likely weren’t understandable. Tom was garbling them around a dick, but Hydrus picked up enough to laugh at what he was saying.
They started up the dirty talk now, alternating between parsel and English and edging Asmodeus a bit as Tom took his time figuring this out.
He only caught snippets. Tom was relaxed and loose, practically a bit mindless, as he drooled around cock. The only things he was truly focused on was making sure not to nibble and occasionally remembering to breathe. He whispered nonsensical hisses and closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of having his mouth filled.
Tom felt fingers wind their way into his curls, gently tugging on his hair and guiding him on and off Asmodeus’ cock. Hadrian was pressed against his side, kneeling next to him. Tom’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, and he noticed that they were the one manhandling him, not Professor Carrow. ::His cock is the perfect size to slide between your fangs, isn’t it? Must be so soothing. Just the slightest bit of pressure to take the edge off that itching in your gums. That’s why you were so bitey earlier, huh? I know I like to spend a day chewing on everything I can shove in my mouth when I have a new pair of fangs grow in. But your jaw starts to hurt after a few hours of biting, and then nothing feels better than having a mouthful of cock stretch you open. And Asmodeus is just thick enough to nudge the sides of your fangs just right. It’ll feel even better if you purr. Won’t you purr for us, Tom?::
He purred, practically on command. Tom was lax and pliable under his cousin’s touch. It was easy to let them take control as Tom spaced out in a bubble of contentment.
::Good boy. You’re doing so good, Tom.::
Whatever Hydrus said to Asmodeus in English was irrelevant. He didn’t bother listening to the words not meant for him. Tom was being a good boy, and he was purring and vibrating his tongue and throat like he was supposed to. His head bobbed forward and backward as Hydrus pushed and pulled on his hair.
Since he wasn’t paying attention, it was a bit of a surprise when Asmodeus moaned loudly and came in his mouth. Tom swallowed around his dick as much as he could, but cum still dribbled down his chin like drool and there was a lot stuck to his teeth.
Tom felt his cousin yank on his hair and pull him off the dick completely. He barely had time to blink at them before Hydrus was in his lap, humping his thigh, and licking all the cum off of his face and out of his mouth. It took a split second for his brain to turn back on, and then he was snogging them just as thoroughly and intensely.
Hair pulling and praise were apparently two more kinks to put on the growing list of self-discovery.
Both of them pulled back and paused for a moment, breathing harshly and panting for air. Tom discreetly glanced around, wondering if he had missed anything while all his brain could comprehend was cock.
Asmodeus was still in the room, flaccid cock still out. He was still flushed from head to toe with arousal, and he was still staring at the show of two kneeling underage teenagers having just shared the taste of his cum, mouth to mouth. The man was almost as out of breath as they were.
Tom lazily leaned his head against the top of Hadrian’s. He looked up at the lord and fluttered his eyes at him, pretty much batting his eyelashes. “Would you grade that as an Outstanding, Professor Carrow?”
The man turned beet red and squeaked. He barely managed to stammer out a few words before he turned and fled. “I-I need to go o-open the Floo and find t-that wardstone!”
Asmodeus didn’t even have the wherewithal to tuck his dick back in before running away. It was rather fun to rile that man up so hard. Faunus cackled from out in the hallway and followed his boyfriend’s jog of shame through the house.
Tom didn’t care what they did. Hydrus was still in his lap, and his own dick was hard and had gone untouched. He hadn’t even noticed he had been so turned on while sucking his teacher’s cock.
Fangs nipped his neck before he could suggest anything. Hades glared up at him with their intense, killing curse green eyes. ::You’re going to lay down, and I’m going to ride you until you cum. Understand?::
He flopped backwards into their nest, already obeying their command. ::Yes, Hydrus.::
They smiled at him, and his heart flipped. ::Good boy.::
Tom chittered, and his purring started again. Hadrian wasted no time in undressing them, and they sank their cunt down onto his cock as soon as they could. He wasn’t sure whether or not he was allowed to touch, or if he was just supposed to take what was given to him.
His question was answered before he even asked it. A pillow was shoved into his hands. ::I want you to hold this. Bite on it and chew on it.::
Tom held it to his chest and sank his fangs in right away.
::Good boy.:: They praised him again, and it felt like his insides were melting.
Hydrus started bouncing up and down on his cock, and his moans and whimpers were all muffled into the pillow. They were already so wet and slick from when Tom came in them earlier. The glide in and out was smooth, but they clamped down on him for a second when they fully sat down on him.
Tom was already trembling from the relentless onslaught of pleasure, but he didn’t want to cum so soon. He wanted to keep feeling their tight warmth around him. His magic swelled, firewhiskey in his mouth and staining the pillow. He felt their own magic surge and tangle with his in an ecstatic overwhelming mix.
He came, helpless to the pleasure, but they didn’t stop riding him. No, they kept bouncing on his dick even as he cummed inside them. It felt so good as he lost track of the rest of his senses. The world narrowed to just his teeth clamped down on the pillow and his dick being squeezed and his orgasm getting dragged out with each stroke until his flaccid cock was still being used for their pleasure.
Tom whimpered in pain. But the pain still felt so good. They rode him for a few more seconds before they quivered around him and orgasmed themself.
Hydrus laid on top of him, panting for air as their head laid on his pillow. They didn’t bother moving their greedy cunt off of him, just reflexively tightened and loosened around him a few times.
::Tom, your aphrodisiac venom is a bit too potent.::
He removed his teeth from the pillow. ::So is yours.:: Tom wasn’t even hard again, but it was only a matter of time.
::We should really do the responsible thing and alter the wards.::
::Yes…:: They should do that. But Tom wanted to wait a few more minutes and have more sex with his shaking and aching body.
Hades sighed. ::We could seduce Asmodeus again after we check on the wardstone.::
::Fine.:: Tom didn’t protest. Much. ::In a minute.::
::Yeah, a minute.::
The two teenagers did not leave the room in a minute. Or two. Or five. They got rather distracted very quickly.