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Charles wasn't sure about anything anymore, he wasn't sure what the Headmasters grand plan was or why he's being called to his office—yet again well after curfew in the middle of the night. He wasn't sure who he trusted anymore or what lies he was being told, but he did know he has a brother.
A brother who he's chosen to ignore and harass these last few years and it's started to eat at him. The more Charles learns about his brother the more his confusion grows. He trudged up the stone stairs, muttering the password to the gargoyle and pulling his cloak around him tightly.
He didn't bother knocking anymore, he pushed the door open to see a very tired looking Dumbledore. "Take a seat my boy." The old professor gestured lazily to the chair in front of him and let out a long sigh as Charles sat down heavily.
"You wished to speak to me?" Charles questioned, fighting to urge to keep his head from leaning over and passing out. He's so exhausted, he feels like he could sleep for days. He knows Dumbledore has been planning something for him, he's been praying to Merlin every night he'd find someone else to carry out his errands.
"Hadrian must be eliminated before the end of term." Albus spoke truthfully, there is no point in beating around the bush. Charles is almost of age, he needs to know the true dangers they're all facing.
The red-headed teen tired to swallow the lump in his throat, but he couldn't. He fought tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. He know this is what the headmaster wanted to speak about. "Why me?" He tired to question, but it came out as more of a croak.
"Why do you want me to kill my own brother?" Charles choked on the last few words, while watching the headmaster hang his head and rub his temples with his fingers. "Why are we not trying to help him? Turn him to our sid—
"Hadrian cannot be turned to our side." Albus whispered, shaking his head slowly as he glanced at the cabinet full of thin silver memories across the room.
"How can you be so sure?" Charles bit out roughly, looking up with a little bit of fight in his eyes. "Give me a few months, I can talk to him. Convince his to help us."
Dumbledore shook his head, he knows that'd never work. He didn't want to admit it, but he's messed up far too much to redeem Hadrian. For too much happened in the boys life with the muggles for him to ever leave Tom's side.
The headmaster had hoped he'd never have to show those memories to anyone else, but Charles isn't backing down. There's no way to get him to comply unless he sees just how deeply Hadrians hatred for them all runs.
How deeply the headmaster has messed up.
"Charles..." Albus stood from his desk and retrieved the Peneseive and reached for the small unlabeled bottle in his vast cabinet of memories. "This pains me, my boy. This really does upset me deeply, this is the reason your brother will never turn back to us."
Charles stood hesitantly as Dumbledore poured the memory into the silver fluid and took a step back. Hanging his head in what look of be shame and regret. "Please know, I knew nothing of this until Hadrian told me only last year. I would have never allowed this."
Charles hands shook as he dove into the memory, curiously eating at him as the headmasters office faded away and he stepped into a very common looking muggle house.
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. SMUT WARNING
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"I'm going to take your clothes off, Hadrian." Tom breathed into the youngers mouth, pulling back ever so slightly, just enough to look down into the bright green eyes. Blown with lust and glimmering with a darkness that's making Tom harder by the second.
Hadrian swallowed thickly when Tom vanished his robes, leaving him in nothing except for a pair of black trunks. The cold air causing him to suck in a sharp breath.
The Dark Lord sat back on his knees, his hands tracing down Hadrians bare sides slowly as he took in his mates body. Thin, lean and lethal, sharp angles and scars showing how hard Hadrian's fought his whole life. Such a strong and beautiful body, all for him.
Her fingers ghosting over the largest scar stretching from ribs to just below his hipbone.
A reminder of how close Tom had come to truly loosing his mate permanently.
"Are you going to stare at me all night?" Hadrian questioned, sitting up and wrapping a hand around Tom's bicep while leaning in for another kiss. He so hard it hurts and Tom is playing with him.
Slowly, teasing him with light touches and soft breaths.
Tom hummed into his mouth and moved a hand to Hadrian's cheek. "I've got the rest of eternity." He whispered into his mates ear, before sucking gently on his ear. Hadrian let out a low groan when Tom's hand slid down his chest and palmed at the tent in his pants.
"I want your first time to be spec—
"My first time?" Hadrian grinned like the Cheshire Cat, feeling Tom freeze suddenly as he pulled his mouth away from the raven-haired teens ear. His dark crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he squeezed his hand rather tightly around Hadrian's throat.
"You don't think—?" Hadrian paused and tilted his head slightly a small laugh leaving his lips as he sat up, chest flush against Tom's before looking up into the fiery eyes. "I'm not a virgin, Tom."
Hadrian could visibly see the anger that Tom fought to remove from his face, the shake of his hands as they grabbed him roughly on the arse and yanked him up. Knocking Hadrian onto his back with Tom on top of him, pressing his legs between Hadrians and forcing them up.
"You fucked the Malfoy spawn." Tom hissed, catching the boys glittering eyes as he hooked his fingers into his briefs and pulled them down his thighs in one quick motion.
Hadrian's eyes fell closed and a small breath escaped his lips when Tom's mouth attached to his neck and his hand wrapped around his erection. "We're teenagers, and lived in the same dorms what do you expe—fuck."
Yes, Tom does understand. His newly reborn body is that of a teenager, and the raging hormones are almost too much for him to handle.
But Hadrian is his.
The haze of magic is so thick around the both of them, Hadrian can see it. Though he can hardly focus, he made a mental note to look into that.
Tom's definitely far more experienced then Draco was, he knows exactly what to do and Hadrian can feel it from the smug bastard. He can feels Tom's mouth smirking against his as he shuttered out another breath.
If that's how he wants to be.
Hadrians hands slid down Tom's back, grasping the last remaining bits of fabric and vanishing them without a word. "Don't worry though." Hadrian whispered, pushing up on his hands and making sure to press his hips against Tom's as he sat up.
"I never let him fuck me." Hadrian hissed softly, straddling The Dark Lord and reaching down between them, wrapping his hand around the both of them, jerking them both off slowly. "I don't want anyone else touching me like that."
Tom looked into Hadrians eyes, glowing an odd sort of green while a sheen of sweat grew on his forehead. Pale cheekbones flushed the prettiest pink, Tom brushed the strands of hair stuck to his face behind his ear and bit back a groan.
He's waited for this for so long, he doesn't want it to end. For the first time in his life he doesn't want to be the forbidding dark lord, he wants to lay in this bed and fuck Hadrian until neither of them can form words. "I have to seal the bond, Hadrian." He whispered, his hand grasping Hadrians and stilling his movement.
Tom's body protesting at the lack of touch, but it was short lived when Hadrian nodded. His own eyes heavy and his face twisted with pleasure as he let Tom push him back down gently, their mouths meeting once more.
"Tell me if I hurt you." Tom said softly, suddenly very aware that Hadrian hasn't done this before. That the boy could very well react horribly due to his past trauma.
"I'm okay." Hadrian swallowed the lump in his throat, looking up into dark eyes. Looking down at him knowingly, his expression one that Hadrian doubts many have seen.
Gentle.
Tom's eyebrows are knit together closely, his hands gripping Hadrian's thighs as he breathed out a spell quietly.
He'll take his time later—skip the spell and open up Hadrian so carefully and slowly he won't be able to form words.
But right now he can't wait.
Tom leaned down on his elbows, his hand sliding under Hadrians head as he lined up with his entrance. Hadrian shifted at the odd feeling from the spell, but it didn't last long. Tom pressed in slowly and Hadrian fought back a strangled sounds that almost escaped his lips.
It did hurt, not badly but it hurt.
Tom had his hand fisted in the sheets beside Hadrian's head, his mouth open slightly as he let out a low grown and dropped his forehead onto the pillow. The magic around them is swirling too heavily in the air, it's enough that Tom can taste it, feel it deep down inside his soul.
Hadrian is hugging him so tightly, his body, his magic that's spilling out of the both of them. Tom could finish right now.
"Move." Hadrian moaned softly when Tom's hips shifted and the discomfort melted into a pleasure he's never felt before. Tom lifted his head, his hand fisted tightly in the thick black hair as he pulled Hadrian in for a hungry kiss.
Hadrian opened his mouth into Tom's, his hands wrapping around his mates back tightly. Tom kept a slow but brutal pace, pulling back out and pressing back in sharply, tilting his hips up just slightly. Relishing in the sounds that fell from Hadrian's lips. "Do you feel that?" Tom whispered huskily, his voice shaking at shreds of ancient magic tying their body's together.
Tom watched the green eyes slip closed as he kept a slow but hard pace, placing a kiss on his exposed neck and reaching his hand down between them. He's not going to last long, and from the beads of precum he feels on Hadrian cock, he's not going to either.
"I don't think I'm letting you leave here." Tom groaned, pumping his hand up and down Hadrians shaft, his hips stuttering as he felt Hadrian clench around him, sharp nails pressing into his back.
"I don't think I want to." Hadrian let out a muffled groan, feeling a strong heat pooling in his gut.
"Come on." Tom hissed softly into his ear, his free hand caressing Hadrians cheek, watching his eyes slip closed and his mouth fall open as he tightened around Tom, releasing between the both of them with a sound that Tom's pretty sure he'll never forget.
Tom finally let the heat in his stomach take over, the feeling of Hadrian squeezing around him too much to handle. He swallowed up the soft moans from Hadrians mouth, thrusting his hips up firmly and seating himself deep inside Hadrian as he finished.
Stilling his body, as Hadrian ran his hands through The Dark Lords curls gently, feeling Tom's chest breathing deeply against his. Taking in the new feeling between the both of them.
Something so strong it's beyond exciting, and borderline terrifying also.
Hadrian can feel the magic between them now, it's always been there. The threads of the bond have always connected them, but now it's more.
It's almost like thick strands of magic are twisted between their souls, holding them together in a way that feels like pure bliss. His senses feel amplified by thousands and his hands are jittery.
Tom pulled out of him slowly, laying down beside Hadrian and waiving his hand lazily. Cleaning up the mess from both of them and rolling to face Hadrian.
"I'm going to give you the world." Tom whispered, reaching out and holding his mates face gently. Watching a small bliss filled grin tug at Hadrians lips.
"That's just the post shag feelings talking." Hadrian smiled, but he knew full well Tom meant it. If Tom felt anything like he did right now, they very well could take the world.
His magic is buzzing so happily, so strongly between the both of them. Hadrian couldn't fathom the amount of magic they'd share between the both of them right now.
They're both essentially high as fuck on power.
"I have a gift for you." Tom smiled when Hadrian's eyebrow raised in curiosity, watching the Dark Lord roll out of the bed. Pulling on a pair of dark robes that appeared in the air right beside him.
"A gift?" Hadrian questioned, huffing when Tom grabbed him by the arm and pulled him from the bed. Thrusting a set of robes at him. "I do think staying in the bed all night would be plenty of a gift." He mumbled, hearing Tom's laughter as he pulled the robes on nonetheless.
"I assure you. After you've gotten your gift I'll bring you back here, and we'll fuck until we cannot anymore." A dark smirk was on his lips as he stood in front of Hadrian. "But first, let us test the new magic." The Dark Lord smiled when he grasped Hadrians wrist and lifted his hand between the two of them.
Hadrian looked in awe when Tom pressed their hands together, a visible aura glistening from their connected hands and a barely visible haze of magic wrapped around their bodies tightly.
"The flight of death will meet his mate and the new world will begin."
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Charles choked out a cry as he was throw out of the last memory, clutching his stomach with while he fought off the urge to hurl. "You—you expect me to kill my brother—after watching that?" Charles hands shook as he wiped a cold sweat from his brow, turning around slowly to Dumbledore.
The man he once cherished and worshiped, he used to look up to the headmaster in every way possible...but after watching that, he doesn't even want to be in the same room with him. "He was a child—almost a toddler and you sent him to people like that?" His clammy hands shook as he backed away from the swirling pool of memories.
Horrified at the thought of this.
This was his fault, not entirely but he never once questioned his father or Dumbledore. He never questioned why he was supposedly the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Charles had been pulled by a leash around his neck his entire life, choosing to ignore his lost brother in favor of fame.
Fame that wasn't even true, fame for something he didn't do.
"You should tell the world the truth, headmaster." Charles whispered, his shoulders slumping the defeat. He's not a dark wizard, far from it, but he can't fight for them anymore.
"There's no hope for the light—if what you've shown me is true. If Hadrian truly lived through—through all that." Charles voice cracked as he took a step backwards, for the first time in his life feeling fear as he backed away from the headmaster.
"Stop lying and ask for forgivene—
"There's no forgiveness!" Albus all but snarled, wanting to shake the boy into doing the right thing. "He's already chosen The Dark Lord, he's disappeared from the school. You're muggle family has been slaughtered by Voldemort." The old wizard seemed frantic as he paced, his frail hand clutching his oddly shaped wand like a lifeline.
"They—they never found my aunt and uncle." Charles whispered, looking up in hopes of reasoning with Dumbledore. "What if they're aliv—
"They'll be dead before midnight." The headmaster cut his off sharply, whirling around and catching Charles by the robes. The teenagers eyes growing wide as he stood frozen.
"You will help me. You will go along with my plan, in hopes of keeping your father from Azkaban, to save the lives of thousands potentially millions of muggles—
"I won't kill my brother!" Charles hissed, shoving away from the headmaster and breathing heavily as he went for the door.
"My boy, I do not believe I said you would be the one to do it." Dumbledore spoke stiffly, watching Charles freeze, his hand clenching into a tight fist before he turned around slowly.
"You're just as bad as the other side." Charles whispered, pulling the door open and leaving swiftly. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he ran down the stairs swiftly.
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Hadrian stood in front of the thrown room, his robes loosely pulled on and unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Tom is beside him, removing the elaborate wards he'd put on the door and Hadrian watched in deep curiously. He couldn't see Tom's face, he's pulled his cloak over his dark curls but Hadrian made out a faint grin on his lip as the wards fell.
"I plan to give you a lifetime of gifts." Tom spoke, sliding his wand up into his sleeve. "But this shall be the one thing I want you to never forget." With that Hadrian watched him push the door open, his heart beat speeding up a bit as he entered the room, his eyes falling on two figures hung on the wall.
A manic like laugh breaking through his lips as he crossed the dark marble floors, watching his Aunt and Uncle wake from whatever spell induced slumber Tom had place on them—after what looked to be a grueling torture session had already taken place.
"B-boy." His Uncle stuttered out, his limbs twisted at all odd angles as his aunt let out a weak sob. "You pathetic little bastard—
Hadrian quirked an eyebrow when Vernon went white, silently choking on his words as blood bubbled between his lips.
"Let him speak." Hadrian said, holding his hand towards Tom who didn't even have his wand out, his magic visibly leaking from his body in rage. "I'd like to hear him screaming." Hardly a second after the words left Hadrians mouth, a blood curling scream left the man's fat lips.
Oh.
Oh holy shit.
The muggle choked on a mouth of blood, spitting his tongue out of the tile floor below him. Tom had wordlessly and wandlessly mutilated Vernon.
"He can scream—but I won't tolerate words like that from a piece of vermin." Tom's red eyes gleamed darkly, a misty dark glow still emitting from his body.
Hadrians feet carried him forwards slowly, towards the horrified and whimpering Dursleys. He wasn't sure when his wand slipped from his sleeve but he pressed it against Vernon's head, the buzz of magic so strong in his body he could likely kill him without a spell right now.
But he wanted to test this, the ancient magic that they've unlocked. The power that's he's only read about in books, power that no one has seen before.
Tom watched in fascination. Hadrian looked angelic, his eyes closed and thick lashes looming over his features, but the magic he was preforming was far from angelic.
The sound that left the Dursley's mouth was inhuman.
Hadrians eyes opened, and The Dark Lord sucked in a sharp breath. They're glowing, quite literally glowing the brightest emerald green—tranced on his Uncle as he withered in agony.
His wife screaming for his mercy next to him.
A soft white glow emitted from Hadrians hand, his fingers ghosting down Vernon's cheek which had turned an ashy white. "I've always been good at manipulating the mind." Hadrian breathed, a psychotic like smile breaking across his face when Vernon shrieked.
"That's what I felt." Hadrian pressed, dropping his hands to his sides and taking a step backwards. Examining the pitiful excuse of muggles he'd been forced to grow up with. "When I was nothing more then a child, you defiled me—scarred my body and ripped into my skin."
Vernon went silent, his blooded hands clutching his head and whimpering as a stream of blood dropped from his nose. "P-ple-ple—." He choked unable to even speak as he spat mouth fills of blood on the stone, whimpering and closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—" The stream of apologies went unnoticed, Hadrian was watching in curiosity as he took his inner childhood trauma and dumped it into Vernon's head.
"Do not speak" Tom hissed, his hand pressing firmly against Hadrians back. The weight comforted Hadrian in ways he'd never imagine he'd feel, the buzz of Tom's magic mixing with his tightly.
"I'll make sure to bring you to the brink of death—and right back for decades." Hadrian whispered, his mouth twitching again when Vernon moaned in pain. A sob ripping from his lips.
"Give them to Bellatrix." Hadrian turned on his heel and walked swiftly from the room, Vernon will live the rest of his life beyond mentally disturbed. Hadrian wish's to not see the muggles anymore, they're not even worth his time.
"Hadrian." Tom spoke, he hadn't moved. He kept his eyes on the muggles, knowing what Hadrian had done was far worse then any physical harm even Bellatrix could inflict but Tom won't let him live.
"Kill the vile pig, or I will." The Dark Lords wand had slipped from his sleeve, his eyes blazing red and boring holes into his mates head. "I cannot sleep at night while this man is alive."
Hadrian blinked, furrowing his brows as he physically felt Tom's anger towards the muggles pinned to the wall. Hesitating as a thought graced his mind, a smile twitching on his lips as he conjured a thin blade as walking back towards the muggles.
"I did promise I would kill you." Hadrian said softly, a sickly smile on his lips as Vernon's whimpering continued his eyes squeezed shut. He held the blade up and pressed the tip of the blade under the fat man's chin. "Open your eyes."
Hadrians insides stirred when his uncle grunted and squeezed his eyes closed even tighter. "Open." Hadrian hissed sharply, he wasn't sure if it was his magic or the pure fear that surged through his uncle's body, but his beady eyes surged open quickly.
The blade drug slowly to the side of his neck, and Hadrian watched the blood drop slowly his fingers giddy as he gripped the blade. "I'll see you in hell, Vernon." Hadrian whispered, shoving the blade into his neck and slitting it open slowly.
The only noises to be heard was the wet gurgling as Vernon struggled to take in his last breath, while his blood pooled at Hadrians feet.
The blade clattered to the floor and Hadrian took a step back in shock. His eyes wide as he stared at his uncle in front of his, limp and pale. His eyes are glazed over and lifeless, his throat slit wide and still steadily leaking blood.
"Hadrian?" Tom spoke gently, turning his body towards the Dark Lords. Clutching the smaller man's arms as he watching a maniac grin spread across his mates face.
"I've done it." Hadrian spoke, his hands tangling in the curls at the nape of Tom's neck. Careless of the blood still dripping down his arms. "We've done it." He added with a quiet giggle, watching Tom's eyes darken.
"Oh no—" Toms couldn't stop himself, his hand had reached up on its own accord. His thumb ghosting over the ever sharpening cheekbone of his mate, his pale skin flushed with excitement. "This is just the beginning. I promised you the world." The Dark Lords hand slipped behind his lovers neck and Hadrian's mouth twitched and his eyes fell to Tom's lips.
"Mmhmm." Hadrian hummed, leaning forward and pressing a sloppy kiss against Tom's lips. The hand on his back of his neck tightening in an instant. "I do believe you promised we'd return to your bed." He hissed between Tom's lips, feeling the rush of their magic again.
His feet lifted off the ground in an instant, and before he even registered Tom had apperated them again, he's mouth was bright attacked by Tom's, as they stumbled backwards for the bed.
"I've waited so long for you." The Dark Lord let out a heavy breath when Hadrian vanished his clothes and sat back on the bed like a prince. A smirk across his lips and eyes so bright Tom couldn't look away.
"Let's make up for wasted time then."
Tom needed no more words, vanishing his own robes and crawling onto of the bed, clutching his newfound soulmate like a life line as they lost themselves to each other.