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Harry breathed heavily as he stood at the last door before the Chamber of Secrets. He hoped so much that he was not late, that Ginny was still alive; he had to save her. Hermione laid petrified in the hospital wing, and Ron broke his leg a few hours before, tripping down the stairs. They just finished their OWL exams the day before, and today the ominous message appeared on the wall on the second floor right after Ron’s accident.
“Open.” Harry hissed at the door and cautiously stepped inside. He knew there was supposed to be a basilisk somewhere, but he had to save his pseudo-sister. Looking around, he spotted Ginny lying on the floor at the further end of the chamber, in front of an ugly statue which probably represented Slytherin or a descendent.
He ran to her side and knelt down. Ginny was porcelain cold and her chest was not moving. Harry put his ear to her heart and heard a faint fluttering, which abruptly ended after a few beats.
“No-no-no, Ginny, don’t die!” Harry asked the girl and started to resuscitate her the muggle way. He cursed himself that he knew next to no healing spells, it may cost Ginny her life now.
“You are too late, she’s dead.” A cool voice sounded behind him. He knew that voice, he remembered it from his second year, when he found a diary, Tom Riddle’s diary. When he twisted around, the boy was there in the chamber looking alive and well.
“That can’t be… you can’t be here!” Harry startled, looking at the boy with wide, fearful eyes. He reached for his wand in his pocket, but it was missing. Tom smirked and pulled out the wand, twirling it in his hand a bit.
“Looking for this? I won’t make it that easy for you. This wand is a surprisingly good fit for me, almost like my own” he mused, but he didn’t take his hungry eyes off Harry. “I heard so much about you, Harry Potter. How you defeated or escaped Voldemort time and time again. I want to know all the details, but we have time.”
Harry watched intently, he was still crouching next to Ginny, the girl almost forgotten behind him, first, he had to reason with Tom, or defeat him. What he said confused him to no end.
“Why do you care for Voldemort?” he asked as he tried to plan a sort of strategy. He had to get his wand back and… well, he wasn’t sure what to do about Ginny, maybe he could still do something for her.
“Oh, you don’t know? We are one and the same” Tom explained with glee in his voice as he formed the letters of his name in the air, then arranged them to spell out his chosen name: I am Lord Voldemort. “I have to admit, the main soul’s actions are bringing me shame. He is in shambles, insane out of his mind. But no matter, I’ll take his place and do better.”
Harry froze, looking at the words still in the air. He couldn’t believe how this smart, handsome young man became that disgusting snake-faced monster. As he thought back, he could somewhat remember, the name Riddle behind him on the grave where he had been tied up. He shook himself internally, all the more reasons to get his wand back and kill him. He locked his eyes on the other boy and coiled his muscles, then sprang up and made a grab for his wand.
Tom smirked, he anticipated the move already and stepped back, watching Harry sprawl out in front of him. He moved the wand and before Harry could collect himself, a spell hit him. Suddenly his limbs felt like they weighed a ton, he could barely move them at all. He guessed it wasn’t a full paralysis spell like Petrificus Totalus, but a partial one. Really effective thought, as even if he had his wand on him, he would struggle to undo the spell.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” Harry rasped as he slowly looked up at the boy. He was so tired, tired of fighting, of always losing, maybe death wouldn’t be so bad.
“I have no intention of killing you, at least not yet. I want to know everything that you know about me, and then I’ll decide.” Tom crooned as he crouched in front of Harry and pulled his face up with a grip on his hair. The angle was uncomfortable, but Harry guessed it was going to become so much worse. “Legilimens!”
Harry screamed as Tom forced himself into his mind and started to shift through his memories. He was more forceful than Snape, although much more precise. He found every single memory he had of Voldemort; the fight in his first year, the encounter with the diary in his second, the resurrection of Voldemort in his fourth year, and even the dreams he had of the Ministry and the ones before that.
When he finally left his mind and let go, Harry felt like he’d been screaming for hours and maybe he had. He slumped on the rough stone floor panting, his head throbbing something awful like a truck went over it at least thrice.
“Just as I thought, he’s utterly insane, I’ll have to get rid of him” Tom muttered somewhere over his head pacing, obviously deep in thought. Harry tried to move his hands, but the paralysis spell still held him, he could only twitch his finger and not much more. “But you, you are a surprise” Tom crouched down next to him again, looking at Harry with awe and hunger in his eyes.
“You did defeat him, even if that was a weakened state. We have brother wands. You are a parselmouth.” The last sentence he hissed, Harry had just recently started to distinguish between English and parseltongue. He slightly shivered at the words, but held still defiantly, looking up at the dark blue eyes. “You are something different. You were never truly afraid of me. Not like the masses who couldn’t even say my name. Not to mention,” Tom smirked, a charming expression overtook this face, “you think so flatteringly of me, at least in this form. Isn’t that right?”
Harry’s face flushed against his will and, looked away from Riddle. He shook his head weakly but knew the other boy wouldn’t believe him. He knew, he shouldn’t think about how handsome Tom was, or how it was such a waste, that he became that horrible, ugly monster.
“Look at me and tell me you want me” Tom whispered in his ear, his voice deep and seductive. Harry shuddered, not in revulsion, but in desire. Still, he wouldn’t give in to this monster, even if his face looked like that of an angel right now.
“Fine, we can play this game however you like” Tom purred in this ear after a few seconds of waiting. With a wave of Harry’s wand, the smaller boy’s clothes disappeared, leaving him naked on the floor. Tom turned him on his back and his eyes lit up with hungry fire as they devoured the sight of the lithe body.
Harry started to become scared of Tom, the way he watched him was beyond intense. He didn’t want to think about what the other was planning to do to him, although he had a strong suspicion. Tom stroked down his chest, barely avoiding the nipples, down his stomach, his legs. His smile was razor-sharp.
“Beautiful” he hissed, and his smile became even bigger when Harry’s cock twitched at the parseltongue. “It will be no hardship at all to take you.” The smaller boy shivered, desire and dread warring inside of him. He didn’t want his first time to be with Lord fucking Voldemort, even if he looked almost like an angel right now. He only ever had a disappointing, lacklustre kiss from Cho, and even that was hardly more than a peck on the lips.
Tom continued to stroke his skin, upping the intensity gradually. Harry still couldn’t move his limbs, he felt frustrated tears slide down his face, as he could do nothing about his imminent rape. The other boy started to play with his nipples then bent down to capture one of them in his hot mouth, playing with it with his tongue and lips, sometimes grazing it with his teeth. Harry let out an involuntary moan and regretted it immediately. His teeth clamped down on his lips to prevent other noises.
The older boy’s other hand made its way down and started to stroke his half-hard cock. It didn’t take long at all for him to become fully hard. Tom pulled his face from his adversary’s chest and grinned down at him.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this” he teased and got rewarded with Harry’s involuntary blush once again. Tom started to stroke his dick almost expertly. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make sure we’ll both enjoy it” he offered with a sweet smile. Harry kept his silence, although his lips started to bleed from his teeth, it took all his strength to not vocalise, how nice Tom’s hand felt on him.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to do with you what I want to” he concluded in a honeyed voice, although it was easy to hear the smugness in it. He conjured a pillow and put it under Harry’s lower back, then arranged his legs wide open. Harry struggled to close them, but still couldn’t move them more than a few centimetres. Tom shot two spells at him, the first tingled deep inside him, the second made him wet with lube, and then knelt between his knees.
“Please, no!” Harry sobbed at the first touch of his finger at this arsehole.
“Too late, darling, you didn’t answer me when I asked, now I’ll have to take my pleasure from you. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it” Tom promised with a shark smile, and didn’t give Harry time to argue anymore, he struck his finger inside up to the second knuckle. With his other hand, he still stroked Harry’s cock, the slight burn from his finger was almost offset by the pleasure, but not entirely.
Harry whined deep in his throat and bit his lip even more to not release any more embarrassing sounds. Tom’s finger slid in whole, and he started to fuck him with it. A few thrusts later he decided that Harry’s ready for more, as he started to work in a second finger.
“Please, please no!” Harry started to beg, another tear sliding down his face. It wasn’t even the pain, he could handle the burn, it was more of the humiliation of being finger fucked by his archenemy, of losing his virginity to him, of all people.
“This will happen whether you want it, or not, why not enjoy it?” Tom asked rhetorically, as he worked his second finger fully inside and started to stretch him. “You know, I don’t have to prepare you at all, all this is for your benefit and comfort. Maybe I’ll change my mind if you don’t shut up” he threatened with a dark grin, and his next downward stroke on his dick was tighter, then suddenly let go and started to thrust his fingers quicker in and out.
Harry sobbed at the onslaught of feelings but did take his lip between his teeth again. He’ll probably die after this, so why not at least try to enjoy the last minutes of his life and the first sexual act he ever had? He had to admit, that Tom was fairly gentle with him, compared to that he actually could just fuck him raw and be done with him.
Tom seemed to take this as a sort of consent and continued to stroke his cock. His fingers were working, changing angles until Harry’s whole body suddenly jumped and he let out a high-pitched moan.
“Ah, there it is. I told you, you’ll enjoy it” he laughed as he started to fuck that point intensely, while still jerking him off. He added another finger but didn’t relent in his sweet torture. Soon Harry couldn’t hold his moans back, and he felt on the edge of his orgasm. That was until Tom licked a stripe up his dick and his release was torn out of him.
Tom watched his new toy while he shook from his orgasm. Harry Potter was truly beautiful, and he was almost disappointed, that he’ll have to kill him. Tom collected the release from the boy’s stomach and worked it in his quivering hole, probably oversensitive right now.
He kept abusing his prostate for a bit longer, and he saw the boy’s cock remained hard even after his orgasm. Harry made adorable mewling sounds in his overstimulation while sobbing quietly. At least he could follow orders, he hasn’t opened his mouth since he ordered him to shut up, probably afraid Tom will make good on his threat.
“Right, it’s my turn now” Tom declared, and with a wave of his – Harry’s – wand he discarded his clothes. He wiped the remaining semen from the boy’s stomach on his cock, it’ll be plenty slick now with the lube and come.
Tom turned the boy around and put his knees underneath him. The best thing about this partial paralysis spell was that he could arrange the other to his liking, and Harry could do nothing about it. The boy’s chest touched the stone floor, and he could see fresh tears on his face. He took off his glasses, Harry looked much better without them obscuring his lovely green eyes.
“Please!” he begged weakly, but Tom disregarded it. He stroked his hand along his spine from the base of his skull to his ass, eliciting goosebumps with his touch. He kneaded the soft globes, then opened him up. His entrance twinkled, it didn’t close fully back yet, and it wouldn’t for a while after this.
Some seed trickled out of his hole and Tom pushed it back with his fingers. He knew, from the boy’s mind, that he was a virgin. It gave him a heady feeling, to be the first to touch him, to sully his pure soul and defile his body in such an intimate way, especially with the knowledge that he made Harry come already.
He aligned his cock with his hole and slowly but relentlessly started to push inside. Harry’s sobs increased in volume and tears drenched his beautiful face. He stopped only when he bottomed out, and released a sigh. His boy was really tight, although to be fair his cock was much bigger than the three fingers he opened him up with.
“Relax, and it will feel better” he advised the boy and bent down to kiss his shoulder then playfully nipped it. Tom gave the smaller boy a few more seconds to get used to the feeling, then started thrusting in a steady rhythm, grabbing his hips.
Harry’s muscles clenched at the feeling, but slowly started to get used to the fucking. He still whimpered quietly, so Tom started to try to aim to hit his prostate again. He knew he succeeded when Harry’s sobs hitched. Tom Riddle was not a good person, but he was an excellent lover and proud of it.
He fucked the boy steadily for a while, his rhythm increasing slowly, still aiming his thrusts at the boy’s prostate. Underneath him, Harry’s sobs quietened and he moaned softly and whimpered.
He didn’t even realise the boy got close, but suddenly Harry clenched around him as his climax hit. Tom only had a pang of regret for the lost seed splattered on the floor and a thought that maybe he could make his toy lick it up, and then his orgasm took him, and he emptied himself inside Harry.
A few seconds later when he came back to himself, he could feel powerful magic around both of them. For a second he thought something was wrong, maybe a mistake in his resurrection, but the next second he realised what was happening, as the magic started to focus on Harry’s stomach.
Tom’s jaw dropped for a few moments as he processed it all. Their joining was producing an heir magically. Male pregnancies were exceedingly rare. It required a peculiar, hard-to-brew potions consumed every day for a fortnight and a ritual while fucking. He knew for sure, that he did no such ritual, and he was reasonably sure that Potter hadn’t taken pregnancy potion for a fortnight.
There was only one other way, but it was even more rare and almost impossible. They had to be soulmates, which existed, but it hadn’t happened more than once every generation, usually even less.
That has to mean Harry is his soulmate and his submissive. Not only that, but he also has to have a wish for a family, even if just deep inside. Tom knew he always wanted an heir, if nothing else, the child’s body could come in handy eventually, and he wanted his legacy to carry on, even though he was immortal, it was still a good idea to think of the future.
They were still joined, and Tom was still more than half hard, the feel of that ancient magic awed him and gave him a second wind. He soothed his hand along Harry’s back, only just noticing how slim he was, almost starved, but not quite. He’ll have to find out later.
All his plans about killing his soulmate flew out the window, it was incomprehensible, that he even wished to kill him not long ago. Harry is his soulmate, and now he’s carrying his legacy. He’ll not let him go, not let anything happen to his mate ever again.
Tom pulled out slowly, and some of his essence leaked out of the boy. He gently pushed it back, then with a wave of his wand he made the floor underneath them soft and warm. He turned Harry around again and laid him down.
His soulmate’s face was flushed and panted softly. There were scrapes on his knees arms and face and Tom had to whisper the spell, he was never really good with healing spells, but didn’t wish more discomfort on his soulmate than necessary. Harry opened his eyes and looked confused at Tom. Without his glasses, he probably couldn’t see very well, but he must be befuddled at his behaviour.
“Why?” he rasped out, then swallowed thickly.
“Do you know what that magic was just now?” Tom asked straightforwardly while stroking Harry’s thigh comfortingly. Even after two orgasms, the boy’s cock twitched at the feeling. He already knew what the answer would be.
“What? No! What did you do?” Harry asked horrified.
“That was ancient magic, really-really rare. You, my dear, are pregnant now.”
“What?! No way! I can’t be pregnant, I’m a man!” he shrieked almost hysterically.
“I know, sweetheart, but it’s possible with magic, in rare instances. One of those, if you consumed male pregnancy potions for two weeks, every day and if we’d have done a ritual while joining” he started to explain, but Harry cut in.
“I haven’t taken any potion, especially not pregnancy potion! You are crazy!”
“Yes, I thought so. The other option is, if we are soulmates” Tom declared, confident that he was right.
“Of course not! It’s not possible! We can’t be soulmates!” Harry wheezed now fully in hysterics. Tears built up in his alluring green eyes.
“It’s the only possibility. And it makes perfect sense. That’s why you didn’t die when Voldemort tried to kill you. Soulmates can’t kill each other. That’s why the spell rebounded because he tried to kill his own soulmate.”
“There’s no such thing as a soulmate” Harry tried weakly he didn’t want to believe it.
“It’s exceedingly rare, but it happens. We are soulmates, you have to concede.”
Harry’s form shook with a silent sob, and slung his arm over his eyes, and didn’t even notice, that he could move freely again. Tom stroked his soft skin comfortingly, his desire never wilted, and Harry’s erection started to rekindle as well.
Tom stared hungrily at his soulmate. This beautiful wizard is his and no one else’s. He bent down and gently claimed his lips in a chaste kiss. The older longed to be inside his darling again. He moved down, kissing his way along his porcelain skin until he reached his cock.
He took it in his mouth and sucked. Tom heard Harry gasp and moved his lips lower, taking him in his mouth. Most of his flesh fit in his mouth, so he started to suck him off in earnest. One of Harry’s hands found its way into his hair, but as it didn’t restrict his movement, he wasn’t bothered. His own hands started to explore and stroke his other half’s skin, playing with his nipples.
A few minutes later he could feel Harry’s toes curl, and he looked up, he wanted to see his boy’s orgasm. He made eye contact and a few seconds later he felt his come in his mouth. He tickly swallowed, he had never done this before, only had it done by others for him, but for his soulmate, he would gladly repeat. Harry looked even more exquisite when he came.
He rose to his knees and placed his hands next to Harry’s head to kiss him again. Tom used his current state of mind to slip his tongue in his mouth and explore, the boy was still too out of it to kiss back, or even to react other than pure instincts.
When he finished plundering his mouth, Tom rose to his knees again.
“I need to be inside you, darling” he whispered hotly, voice full of desire. Harry’s breath hitched, but he didn’t leave him time to argue, he reached for the pillow and put it under the boy’s lower back. He pushed his escaped seed back to his hole and conjured a bit more lubricant, and he was sliding inside his beloved again.
Harry gasped, probably due to overstimulation, he just had three climaxes almost back to back and his channel was rubbed a bit raw even with the lube. When he bottomed out, he noticed the slight distortion in his darling’s belly. He watched hungrily as he pulled a bit back the bulge lessened, and when he surged forward it became more pronounced. He started a punishing rhythm, not caring about Harry’s discomfort anymore.
“Mine” he hissed looking at the verdant green eyes, the colour of the killing curse. He put his hand on the bulge to feel his cock filling his darling boy. Harry moaned at the declaration, and grasped Tom’s arm, his nails leaving small groves and scratches. “Nobody can take you from me, darling, you are mine alone, mine to protect, mine to care for,” Tom promised him as he took his pleasure again from his soulmate.
Harry was overstimulated, but his cock was still erect, even though he had to be exhausted, especially with the ancient magic changing him, making him able to carry their child. He became more vocal now, moans and mewls of pleasure and pain spilt from his lips as Tom continued to fuck him roughly while sweet-talking in parseltongue.
When he was close, Tom closed his fingers around Harry’s erection and only had to pump trice for his darling to come, following him a few thrusts after. Harry barely had any seed left, but still, he licked it up from his hand, then bent down to kiss his almost insensate lover.
“You are such a darling” he confessed to the boy, then slowly pulled out of him. Looking at the come leaking from him, and his gaping hole, he had a sudden idea. He conjured a plug, pushed the seed back inside and sealed his darling closed with it, he was satisfied that it didn’t leak, and Harry was still not aware enough yet to argue.
Tom sent a cleaning charm to them both. It would be sufficient until they could take a proper bath. He started to plan what to do now, his original plans obviously didn’t include Harry, but he’d never ever let him go now. His darling fell asleep after his last orgasm, he had the time.
It took him almost four years, but finally, he had his real body back. At first, he pushed Ginny too quickly, and the girl got scarred and throw away the diary. That’s when he first met Harry, through the diary. After only a few days getting to know the boy Ginny stole the diary back, but she became more wary. Tom knew he had to slow down, reassure her and stop the petrifications.
After that, Tom became much more careful with Ginny, possessing her only rarely to arrange some things for his eventual return. He had a cabin in the countryside waiting for him with some basic wards, he couldn’t manage more while possessing the girl.
This year he became much stronger, partly because of the long time he was leeching the little chit, and possibly because of Voldemort’s return. He opened the Chamber again, although he only petrified three students again, Hermione Granger amongst them. The girl was a busybody, always telling people what to do and poking her nose into other people’s business. It was an even sweeter revenge, that because of him she missed her OWL exams.
He wanted Harry Potter to come after him, he needed to know what the boy knew of him, and his other soul piece. Tom planned to simply kill him, but that was before he rooted through his mind. He knew immediately that Harry desired him. It was only fitting to fulfil the boy’s wish and defile his body at the same time. But that was before he became aware Harry was his soulmate.
His eyes swept along his uncovered body. His darling was small for his age, still only fifteen for a bit over a month. He was really slim, possibly malnourished. Tom remembered seeing signs of abuse from his family, he’ll need to investigate further and avenge him if he considered it necessary.
Tom dressed himself again and made sure he had both Harry’s and Ginny’s wand, although the girl’s reacted much more poorly to him, he understood why now, Harry’s wand was a brother of his own. He also pocketed the diary, it was empty now, of course, but it still held sentimental value… maybe he’d burn it in Fiendfyre. Tom felt sick just looking at it, his prison for the last fifty-something years.
He didn’t bother dressing Harry up, he only put his cloak around him, but he shrunk and pocketed his clothes. He found Harry’s famous invisibility cloak in one pocket, and the Marauder’s map in the other, of course, it was empty, but knew what it was from Ginny. It was a good thing Ginny was so close to Harry Potter, now even more so than before.
Tom pulled his little soulmate in his arm, the Hogwarts anti-apparition wards didn’t reach down this low. He cast a mild sleeping spell on him, so he wouldn’t wake up after the apparition. Concentrating on the cottage, he disapparated.
The first thing Tom did was add Harry to his wards. The cottage was old and decrepit, obviously abandoned for decades. The roof and the walls still hold, Tom fixed them still in Ginny’s body, he didn’t want to escape here only to find the cottage uninhabitable with the roof collapsed. One of the windows was missing, and a few had cracks in them, but it’ll be easy to fix it with magic.
He entered the bedroom, it was also old and in a state of disrepair, but he prioritised, transfiguring the broken bed into a new massive dark wood double bed was easy. The mattress was less so, it was extremely difficult to transfigure mattresses as they were complex, but this would do for a little while until he could procure a proper one.
Tom summoned a few old, yellowing moth-eaten linens, and transfigured those into new pale green sheets and bedding with pillows. It would do for now. He laid Harry down on the new bed, removing the cloak from his body, he wouldn’t need it now anyway. He covered his darling with the sheets and bent down to kiss his brow.
His eyes widened, when he felt his lips tingling, and sat down on the bed next to Harry. Brushing aside his boy’s bangs, he looked at the lightning bolt scar intently, touching it carefully and feeling it with his magic. He gasped when he realised what he was feeling: his darling was not only his soulmate, he was also a horcrux. He kissed the scar again reverently and thought about it for a few minutes. Eventually, he shelved his train of thought, concentrating on the most important tasks.
First, he had to strengthen the wards, and he’ll also need to make the cottage habitable, but Harry was still sleeping, and that gave him a unique opportunity: he needed some supplies, and he really didn’t want to leave his darling alone when he could run away.
The sleeping spell was still active and would be probably for a few more hours, not to mention, that Harry’s most likely physically and magically exhausted. Not only did he finish his exams just the day before, he had to rush to the Chamber, orgasmed four times, and became pregnant. Tom knew from reading, that male pregnancy drained a lot of magic from both parents, but especially the submissive one.
He put up a few more wards, some of them especially, so Harry couldn’t just disappear. He would be notified by the ward, if the boy even walked out of the room, and no one could rescue his darling unless they had at least one experienced ward breaker, and they also had to know where Harry was exactly.
Tom made sure he still had both wands, without them Harry had almost no chance of escaping, even if he woke up. The Floo network was not connected, as it was a muggle cottage originally and there was no Floo powder anywhere. Having no wand meant he could not call the Knight Bus, and he knew Harry didn’t know how to apparate or make portkeys, especially without a wand.
The only option for Harry was to walk, and he wasn’t sure he could walk far after the fucking they had just an hour before. Just then, Tom had a brilliant idea and got Harry’s invisibility cloak. He had no money other than a few sickles and knuts Ginny had on her, but that wouldn’t be enough for anything. With Harry’s cloak, he’d make sure, that the boy couldn’t disappear (like Tom couldn’t find him anywhere in the world), but he could use the cloak.
In his youth he was an accomplished thief and pickpocket, he had to survive somehow in war-torn London, and even after Hogwarts he barely had enough to cover the necessities. It was harder with wizards, but not impossible, a lot of them still didn’t protect their valuables appropriately; with the cloak, it would be so much easier.
Tom checked everything again, kissed his sleeping soulmate, then left the cottage to get everything they’d need.
Harry woke up sluggishly. The first thing he noticed was pain. His whole body was in pain. The second thing, he realised was that the bed he was in was unfamiliar. It wasn’t his luxurious bed in Gryffindor, neither the shitty one at the Dursleys and not even the narrow, uncomfortable bed at the hospital wing. He slowly opened his eyes, but everything was fuzzy without his glasses, and even what he could make out didn’t help him; it was an old, decrepit room.
He remembered back what happened: Ron’s accident, the message on the wall, the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny – dead, Tom Riddle, the attack on his mind… and then on his body.
Tom Riddle raped him. He sobbed quietly at the thought, and he was so ashamed. Because he enjoyed it, at least a bit, or he wouldn’t have orgasmed four times. Then he remembered what Riddle said: they are soulmates. Not only that, he knew because Harry became pregnant, according to him at least.
Slowly, Harry reached down on his own body – he wasn’t even really surprised that he was naked under the sheets –, and put his palm on his flat stomach. He tried to believe that Tom just lied to him, but what would be the point? Still, he hoped with all his might that he’d find nothing, even if that’d meant Riddle would want to kill him again.
By touch alone he could tell no difference at all, so he prodded it with a bit of his magic: the effect was instantaneous, he felt a spark inside of him, alive, and containing so much magic it was almost incomprehensible that it could be fit inside him. Harry gasped and felt a tear slide down his face.
It was true, he really had a… baby. He knew immediately that he could never get rid of it, even if the other parent was a monster. He wished for a family for so long, he wanted parents, or at least adults who would take care of him. Now he’ll have a baby to take care of. It was just his luck, that his supposed soulmate was a psychopath who killed Ginny without a thought. Who was also the same person who killed his parents and Cedric, but at the same time not.
Harry didn’t understand how Tom was alive, or who he was. He understood perfectly that he was Voldemort, but didn’t understand how Voldemort could be a seventy-something snake-faced monster and a sixteen-year-old angel-faced boy at the same time.
He started to sit up, then stopped instantly when he felt something move inside of him. His eyes widened, and he laid back down and reached between his thighs. He felt… something, something solid. Harry prodded it and gasped at the strange sensation, there was something inside him, this time at least not Tom’s dick, and his rim wrapped tightly around the base. He carefully tried to tug it out, but the thing was thicker inside and his muscles started to flex in protest.
A new tear slid down his face, his channel was raw, it hurt, and he felt so uncomfortably full. After a few weak tries, he gave up and pulled his hands back to his stomach, he could still feel the spark inside, at least that soothed something in him.
He needed a shower, but he didn’t know where to go, or if he’d even be capable of walking right now. Instead, he rubbed circles to his stomach, feeling the magic inside, trying to think up a plan to escape.
“You can feel it, right?” Tom’s voice shook him out of his thoughts. Harry tensed, and his head whipped in the direction of the door, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed the other. He slowly sat up, winching when the… plug rubbed at his insides. He only realised his mistake when Tom was already stalking closer, silently, like a predator: the sheets fell off of him and bunched around his lap.
“Yes,” Harry answered tensely, looking at Tom, as he settled down at the side of the bed.
“It’s such a miracle, there are only three instances of soulmate male pregnancy in written history” Tom explained in a conversational tone. His fingers slowly reached out and stroked Harry’s face, who flinched a little, but didn’t pull away.
“What do you want with me?” he asked in a brave tone, but his voice shook just a tiny bit.
“You will be safe with me, I’ll protect you and care for you, I swear” Tom answered with such keenness, that Harry almost wanted to believe him.
“You are the one who wanted to kill me just a bit earlier.” Harry eyed him warily and scooted back just a bit, he wanted at least an arm’s length between them, but he couldn’t quite manage.
“I know, and I’m sorry. Voldemort already paid a price for that. Now it seems obvious to me, I can’t understand how I never thought of this. That night when he tried to kill you, his soulmate, it was that fact that saved you. You can’t kill your soulmate, or you’d perish. Of course, he already had some safeguards in place, so he didn’t die, but that’s why he lost his body.”
Tom’s explanation sounded so simple, yet Harry was reeling from it. He barely knew where to start. He didn’t miss that Tom referred to the monster as ‘Voldemort’, even though he said ‘they are the same’.
“We can’t… can’t kill each other?” Harry whispered, almost unbelieving, his eyes boring into the other’s deep blue ones, so unlike the hateful red he saw at the resurrection.
“No, Magic would punish us. Like it did with Voldemort” Tom smiled in a predatory way. “Good for me, as now you’re all mine” he added and pulled Harry closer to himself, a deep want shining in his eyes.
Harry yelped at the sudden movement as it jarred the plug inside him, but before he could say anything, the other boy already claimed his lips. The kiss started chaste and careful but quickly evolved to something deeper, hungrier. Harry kissed back on instinct, then realised what he was doing and bit down on the tongue inside his mouth.
Tom pulled back, a bit of blood on his lips, but his smile was almost unhinged in its ecstasy.
“That’s the spirit, it would be no fun if I broke you too quickly” he admitted with a glint in his eyes that almost scared Harry. Tom ripped the sheets from around him and Harry was ashamed to notice, that he was half-hard. The other boy took him in his hand and started to jerk him off in a steady rhythm, it was perfect, and Harry felt on edge after only a few strokes.
Harry gripped Tom’s arm tightly, but it didn’t seem to deter him in the least. When the first moan escaped his mouth, he slowed down, teasing him, keeping him on edge. Harry could only just hold back his begging for more, he would not beg.
“You like this, don’t you, darling?” Tom hissed the last word in his ear then licked the shell and softly bit into the lobe, leaving Harry gasping for air. “Your body is not lying, you already know you belong to me.”
The younger could scarcely process this, as he found himself flat on his back, his tights wide open around Tom’s arms. He let go of his erection and tugged on the end of the plug. Harry bit his lips, but a painful moan still escaped him.
Tom skilfully removed it and Harry could feel something wet slide down his arse, he realised the next second what it was: Tom’s come. The other boy licked it up and seemed to have enjoyed it. The next lick was right across his rim, his overused muscles hadn’t recovered yet, and he couldn’t close his sphincter fully. Harry wheezed at the feeling, it was so strange, yet somehow felt really good.
“You are perfect, my darling, keeping my seed warm inside you” Tom whispered into his skin, and licked another stripe across his hole then stuck his tongue inside.
“You are insane” Harry panted out, he didn’t have anything better at the moment, he was still so close to his reeling from all the sensations, but it wasn’t enough. He was sure his soulmate was torturing him on purpose. Now that he thought about it, it was true, although he preferred this torture to Crutiatus.
“You will be my sanity, my only one” Tom answered with a grin, then suddenly lowered Harry from his face to the height of his crotch and Harry already knew where this was going. He didn’t even realise that Tom lowered his pants already.
With a single long thrust, his passage was filled again and Harry let out a wail as the dick opened him up again, his muscles protesting the rough treatment, but still pleasurable at the same time as Tom hit his sweet spot head-on upon entry.
The older boy let him have a breath to get used to the feeling and leant down for a passionate kiss. Harry could taste the come on his tongue and that threw him off so much, that he even forgot to bite his soulmate again, instead, he kissed him back on instinct.
He was curious for a while now what it would taste like, but he was never brave enough to try it, most people considered it gross and got rid of it as soon as they could. Now he knew from the other’s mouth that it tasted mostly salty and a little bit bitter.
When Harry finally got his bearings again he pushed Tom away, but it felt weak even to him, and the other just grinned down at him.
“You take me so well my darling, such a good boy” he whispered and started to pepper kisses down his neck which made Harry bite his lips again, but he couldn’t keep his moan in when Tom sucked a hickey into his skin. The meaning was clear: You belong to me.
Harry knew he shouldn’t like it, but he couldn’t help his feelings, there was never anybody who cherished him like Tom seemed to do now. He understood on some level that he was being manipulated and used, but it was still fairly effective for an abandoned, abused orphan.
Tom started to move, slow but precise rolls of his hip that went straight to his prostate which made Harry lose his remaining coherence.
“You are perfect and only mine” Tom hissed into his skin then suddenly bit down on the juncture of his shoulder. Harry could feel the pain, he was sure it drew some blood, but at the same time his pleasure heightened and something inside him flared up, urging him to submit to his soulmate. He bared his neck to the other without thought and let out a whine, it was starting to be too much for him.
Tom seemed to become more aggressive from the blood on his lips, his hips stuttering then picking up the tempo to almost punishing while lapping at the new wound on Harry’s neck.
After only a few more of the frenzied pushes, Harry climaxed – again without Tom even touching his cock. His release seemed to last forever as Tom didn’t relent in his thrusts even while he was emptying himself inside Harry.
Finally, with a deep sigh, he almost collapsed on top of Harry, seemingly not caring that his clothes soaked up the come on his stomach. They were still joined, but he could feel Tom’s cock slowly becoming flaccid inside him.
After a few breaths, Tom collected himself, knelt back up and left his soulmate’s heat. Harry could feel the seed leaking out of him again and was afraid that Tom would just plug him up again. He didn’t, instead, he bent down to lick at his own release, then quite suddenly he kissed Harry again, passing a glob of come to his mouth.
Harry squeaked and accidentally swallowed it, then started to splutter when he left his mouth.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, voice trembling, and he was still panting a bit.
“You’ll come to love it” the older promised with a wicked smirk and licked up another glob. “It looks like it hurts, darling” Tom tutted disapproving, like he wasn’t the direct cause of that. He summoned a jar from somewhere wandless, then Harry felt the cleaning spell inside him again.
“And whose fault is that?” asked in a tight voice, he was even more sensitive now, Tom fucked him three times in just one day. At least he guessed it was still the same day.
“Don’t worry, darling, I promised to take care of you and I shall keep my word.” Tom scooped a generous amount of the mysterious jar’s contents with his fingers and reached inside him again.
Harry braced himself for the sting, but the cream was cool, and he immediately felt his insides healing. He heaved a sigh of relief at the soothing feeling and didn’t even care that his cock twitched feebly, too drained for full arousal.
When he finished, Tom plopped down beside him on the bed and slung one of his arms around his soulmate, his palm seeking his stomach unerringly. Harry swallowed tickly and felt tears in his eyes. They’re going to have a child. The thought was daunting, he was too young, he wasn’t even sixteen yet, he can’t do this…
He could feel Tom prod at the spark with his magic, and it flared up and pulled more of the magic inside. It obviously recognised the other parent. Next to him, Tom let out a breath of wonder and didn’t let go.
Harry’s mind was a mess, feelings and facts fighting each other. Tom was so different from Voldemort, but at the same time, he was so similar. They were both obsessive and possessive, didn’t care for other people’s lives, they were both so powerful. But while Voldemort was fully insane, Tom seemed mostly sane, he obviously cared for him in his way and their embryo. Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, and Tom swore to protect him. He wasn’t sure yet how much he could trust that, but for now, he seemed sincere.
Maybe it’ll be a good thing, he was so tired of fighting, not only Voldemort but the Ministry as well, and the fickle masses who couldn’t decide if they adored him or hated him. Maybe now he could let go, let others deal with the problems, and he could have his family which he always wanted. He was way too young, but at least he knew what not to do with a child. He’ll be a much better parent than his relatives ever were.
“What are you? I mean I… I don’t understand how…” Harry asked suddenly, breaking the silence between them.
“No, you wouldn’t” Tom shook his head, but his tone wasn’t condescending, rather just thoughtful. “I came from a horcrux, you don’t know what those are, right?” Harry shook his head mutely, he honestly didn’t expect Tom to answer, especially this straightforward.
“A horcrux is a container with a piece of soul inside. Voldemort created me when he was sixteen. He used the death of that Ravenclaw mudblood, Myrtle. It was an accident, she wasn’t meant to die, especially not next to the entrance of the Chamber. But she was already dead. I was searching for a method to live forever when I stumbled upon horcruxes in the Restricted Section of the library. I thought it was the perfect opportunity. I probably should have waited a bit more but… I was afraid, the summer was coming, and I still had to go back to that fucking orphanage, and there were still wars going on in the muggle world and wizarding world both.
“I don’t know if that was a mistake, or if that meant to happen, but I was mostly… conscious of my existence inside the diary. In the beginning, the main soul still wrote to me with updates, but after a while, he just passed me on. Of course, by then he had other horcruxes, I wasn’t the only one. The only important thing was that the diary was safe.” Tom’s tone became pained and a bit bitter.
“It was decades, while nothing happened, I was inside the diary but closed off in a cabinet, somewhere safe. There was nothing day after day, it was maddening. Then finally something happened. A stupid little girl started to write to me.”
“She wasn’t stupid!” Harry argued, Ginny was his friend, and even if she was shy and obsessive most of the time, he knew she wasn’t stupid.
“Oh, but she was, otherwise she wouldn’t have kept writing to me” Tom chuckled. “She poured her heart out to me, about her parents, her brothers, her crush on you. You have no idea how much she could write about you. She wrote to me about almost every move you made, everything she could observe about you, and every conversation she overheard.
“I became impatient, I wanted to be free. I pushed too much, and she got scared, she threw away the diary. That’s when I first met you. I have to say, in the beginning, I was… underwhelmed. I couldn’t believe an ordinary boy like you could destroy the main soul. Still, I wanted to get to know you, I was very much interested. Then Ginny saw the diary in your hand and wanted to rescue you from me” Tom sneered. Harry felt floored, he never learned who broke into his trunk and stole the diary, but now it was obvious. He listened to Tom’s story equally fascinated and disturbed.
“I realised I had to be more careful with the girl if I wanted to be free. So I adjusted my plans. I became more subtle, I didn’t possess her for a while, but I still fed off her life and magic. I stopped the petrifications and played nice with her. When I became stronger, I possessed her when she slept and focused on my plans for the future. That’s how I acquired this cottage. Ginny became my spy, I knew everything that happened, what Ginny knew, I knew.
“I knew about the resurrection of the main soul, but I also realised he was far too gone. He split his soul too much, became unstable and insane. Don’t worry darling, I’ll get rid of him for you, I can’t have him terrorizing you, nor try to claim you as his. You are only mine, and I’m not sharing, especially not with an insane monster” Tom growled at the end and Harry looked at him dumbstruck.
It all made a kind of sense, even if he knew next to nothing about horcruxes. Tom seemed truthful as far as he could tell, although he knew him to be a master manipulator and liar. He could scarcely believe that Tom would get rid of Voldemort – for him. Well, maybe not only for him, he was possessive, and surely he couldn’t play nice even with himself.
“What do you mean ‘get rid of him’?” Harry asked after a few seconds of trying to organise his thoughts after this lengthy explanation.
Tom smirked, like he was proud of Harry to ask this question.
“Obviously I can’t just kill him, he wouldn’t die as long as he has horcruxes, including myself. I plan on reabsorbing most of his horcruxes and then try to reabsorb him if possible, or maybe something else. I’ll have to do some research on the topic, he’s much more knowledgeable on this than I am. I can only remember my life until the creation of my horcrux, he has fifty-four years advantage compared to me.” Tom chuckled like it was inconsequential.
“Why should I believe anything you say?” Harry asked, suspicious by nature, he considered it one of his virtues, it helped him survive more than once.
“I’m willing to give you a biding magical oath that I’m telling the truth. Only because you are important to me, soulmate” he added for clarity, like Harry would believe he’d make biding oaths willy-nilly.
“Alright, I’ll believe you if you do that” Harry declared and looked at the other expectantly.
“Ah, no, I’m not a Gryffindor. I’m not going to jump into a binding oath. I’ll have to plan it, the wording is important in such oaths. I’ll let you read it before I make it, I’m even willing to discuss it if necessary” he allowed quite magnanimously. Harry nodded warily, he was well aware that Tom was much smarter than him, and he could create several loopholes for himself, but he’d just have to be on the lookout and argue when needed.
“Now we should have dinner, I bought some for us.” He cast a wandless Tempus, it was nearing one o’clock. “It’s later than I thought, but you need regular meals, especially now.” He rubbed his finger to Harry’s stomach, which he still held during the entire conversation. Harry could feel the magic around them, he had a sudden thought he might not be able to contain the magic of the foetus if it continued to grow at the same rate.
“I want a shower first” Harry stated, he felt dirty, sweaty and disgusting, coated with both of their come. Also, to be recalcitrant, he’ll not give in to Tom so easily.
“Of course sweetheart” Tom smiled and got off the bed effortlessly, he was not the one who got fucked in the ass trice, it was easy for him. Harry followed his example much slower, although the cream helped a lot, his behind was still a bit tender. His legs shook a bit, but kept him up and after taking a few deep breaths he could follow Tom.
He located his glasses on the old nightstand next to the bed and put them on, the world came to focus and he could finally see the cottage.
“This is a dump” he acknowledged when he reached the bathroom. Inside it wasn’t much better, although the tub looked clean, probably freshly transfigured or repaired. Tom was already inside the warm water, smiling at him smugly.
“I’d like to think of it as a work in progress. It’ll look much better when I’m done with it. If you still don’t like it, I’m sure I can get us something more appropriate. Come, join me, darling” he held out his hand in invitation.
“I wanted to bathe alone” Harry fumed with a pout. From the look on the other’s face he was not intimated in the slightest, he looked almost adoring.
“Well, you could either join me, or wait for me to finish, but the water might be cold by then” Tom answered with a faux-innocent look. “I’ll even wash your back, what do you say?”
“I want nothing from you” Harry grumbled, but stepped closer, he didn’t want to bathe with Tom, but he wanted to bathe in cold water even less. He guessed this is what his life will look like for the foreseeable future: Tom playing nice and forcing him to play along or suffer the consequences. He was reasonably sure Tom wouldn’t really hurt him now, not with him being pregnant, but he was sure the other could think of things that are relatively harmless but highly uncomfortable.
Stepping into the tub on the other side from the boy, he wanted all the space between them, but Tom was having none of it. He pulled Harry down cushioning his fall with his own body and arranged their limbs so Harry was practically sitting in his lap with his arms circling him.
“Much better, don’t you think?” Tom purred in his ear, which made the younger shiver. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a bar of soap from somewhere, probably the same place where he got the cream before.
“Much” Harry replied with as much sarcasm as he could manage. It was actually nice, the water was clean and hot, just perfect to relax his muscles. “Is that a wand holster?” he asked suddenly when he noticed a strip of leather around Tom’s wrist with a loop attached. It looked empty, but Harry guessed the loop was bigger on the inside to contain the wand.
“Yes, I had to get it because of you” Tom replied and Harry heard the satisfied smirk in his voice.
“Why?” Harry asked, his voice a bit hostile, already sensing, he won’t like the answer.
“I can’t let you have your wand until I’m sure you won’t leave me. This one is spelled, so only I can draw the wand from inside.” Tom started to bathe him with his soapy hand, starting with his tights and legs.
Harry felt a blush on his cheeks, no one ever bathed him ever since he could remember. It felt so intimate, but he decided to let go of this battle and concentrate on the other incoming.
“So you want me powerless, basically a squib” he summarised angrily, turning his head so he could look at his soulmate.
“Of course not. I’ll teach you myself, I just want to be sure you won’t leave me” Tom answered with a soft smile, if he didn’t know better, he’d call it fond, but he was sure it was just another manipulation technique.
“Wait, what? You’ll teach me? Absolutely not, I’m going back to Hogwarts!”
“No, you won’t. It’s too dangerous there. I couldn’t protect you. Darling, not only Voldemort but also the Ministry is after you. And don’t think Dumbledore is on your side. He manipulated you since the beginning. Have you really never noticed? He always waited for you to deal with every problem. Never actually lift a finger to help you. He left you alone to deal with Voldemort time and time again” Tom started his speech lightly but became more and more agitated.
“That’s not true!” Harry defended, but it sounded weak. He thought about the events of his first year. Voldemort was in the castle all year, but Dumbledore never noticed. Worse, when he thought about it he realised the headmaster used him as bait along with the philosopher’s stone. The trials were way too easy, if three first-year students could manage it wouldn’t hold back a fully grown wizard at all, especially Voldemort, who was said to be an exceptionally talented and powerful wizard.
He never did anything when three students were petrified in second year, he never even realised Ginny had been possessed for years now. He left Sirius in Azkaban, never even questioning if he was guilty or not, never even trying to press for a trial for him. And last year, he knew Harry didn’t enter the tournament but didn’t do anything for him. He didn’t notice for months and months that his supposed friend was actually a Death Eater playing Moody and pulling the strings. And this year, he never even looked at him, left Hogwarts in the hands of that disgusting toad, never even trying to stop her from hurting the students, from hurting Harry.
A tear slid down his face and Tom sighed, a regretful expression on his face stroking his cheeks tenderly, then pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“I’m sorry, darling, but you had to know. There’s something else…” Tom hesitated, and Harry turned toward him with a wary expression. “I need you to remain calm, okay?”
Harry furrowed his brows, his instincts warned him this will be bad.
“What is it?”
Tom sighed and leaned his head back for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts.
“On the night when Voldemort tried to kill you... his body was destroyed instead. But his soul was in tatters. A part of it was left behind when he fled and it… attached itself to you: our soulmate” he confessed haltingly.
“What? What does that mean?” Harry asked in a small voice. He had a feeling, but he had to know, had to hear it.
“You are a horcrux, darling” Tom replied in a comforting tone. “You have a piece of my soul inside you.” At that, he stroked the scar on his forehead.
Harry felt faint with this new knowledge.
“What? No, I can’t be! I…” his voice trembled, and he twisted as much as he could to face Tom. It had to be a lie, it had to be, but… when Tom touched his scar it didn’t hurt, not like when Voldemort touched him, it felt tingly. Somewhere deep inside him, he already knew it was true. That’s why he dreamed about Voldemort, how he saw the attack on Mr. Weasley.
He wanted to scream and tear at his scar, he wanted to get rid of it, but surely it’s not that easy. He took a shaky breath and tried to concentrate on the conversation. Tom continued to bathe him methodically, but his eyes trailed Harry’s face, probably following his thoughts.
“You are saying that Dumbledore knows?” he asked shakily. That was the only conclusion he could draw, how this information fits the conversation.
“Yes, I’m fairly sure, he does. And if he knows about horcruxes you can guess what he plans to do with them.” Tom sighed agitated, but stroked Harry’s side comfortingly. “That’s probably why he put you in Voldemort’s path at every opportunity. He was hoping that he’d kill you, so he doesn’t have to.”
It sounded so cold and manipulating, but somehow he could also believe it was true. He turned back to sit properly in Tom’s lap, his side started to stitch from the twisted pose. All this information caused him to become a boneless mass in his soulmate’s arms. He had no energy left to deal with anything, he didn’t even care that it was his arch-enemy-turned-soulmate who was currently taking care of him.
Tom stiffened when Harry abruptly let go of himself. The boy was still awake and aware but overwhelmed. He should’ve left some of the revelations for tomorrow. Too late now, the only thing he could do was finish bathing them and get Harry to eat something. Maybe use one of his calming draughts, this situation certainly called for it.
When he finished, he summoned two towels. They were also in bad shape, so first he transfigured them to a new and fluffy state.
“Come on, darling, stand up” he encouraged his soulmate. Harry slowly obliged, but still looked catatonic. Tom towelled themselves dry, wrapped the towels around them and picked up his soulmate to take him to the bedroom.
“I know it was a lot, but you have to eat, sweetheart. Come on, drink this for me.” He held out the vial with the calming draught to his lips. Harry became aware of this and warily smelled it. Tom smiled at his little soulmate, he was still so paranoid, that would serve him well later, but he must have recognised the smell of the draught.
After Harry drank it, he seemed calmer, more aware, less troubled, but still a bit out of it, like he was high.
“I’m not eating naked, where are my clothes?” Harry asked in a detached manner.
“I got you some new ones, so you don’t have to wear your uniform here.” Tom got some of the new pyjamas out and handed a set to Harry.
“My uniform was fine” he mumbled mostly to himself. He looked like he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he kept silent. They put on their new clothes and Tom led his soulmate to the living room. He already prepared the room for the dinner with a repaired table and chairs and the food was under preservation charm.
“I got a selection, eat as much as you want,” Tom said as they sat down. He summoned plates and cutlery and used the cleaning charm on them before setting them down.
Dinner was quiet, Harry was probably still working through the information he got, and Tom was tired. His resurrection was only hours earlier and he had so much to do since then, but he was grateful to be free of the diary.
When they both finished Tom put the leftover under preservative charms so they could finish it tomorrow. Harry looked half-asleep on the chair, so Tom scooped him up. He was a bit surprised that instead of struggling he just leant his head to Tom’s shoulder, but he definitely won’t complain.
Tom was so drained he didn’t even bother getting the new mattress out from his shopping, the bed will do for one night. Putting Harry to bed, then he crawled after him and covered them with the bedding. He was struggling to stay awake when his head hit the pillow, but still, he cuddled close to his soulmate.