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Orion was waiting for him when the train arrived at the station. All Harry wanted to do was run over and demand to be brought home, but he knows that he needs to act as normal as possible. So he says goodbye to his friends, hugs Luna, letting his magic touch her just a little, and waves at the twins. Fred smirks and waves back. George does too, smiling a little.
Orion smiles as he steps up. “Home?”
“Home,” Harry says, feeling as if he could nearly burst, before he stops, “no, wait,” he says, “is Gringotts still open?” Orion frowns, before nodding slowly. Harry grins sharply, “then there first.”
Orion is very confused but follows Harry directions, and he hangs back when Harry talks with Griphook. “I want the courtship ring for the Potter family,” he says, without preamble, smiling pleased.
Griphook blinks sharply, before he nods, disappearing. Harry hums happily as he takes it, putting it in his bag. There. Now he’s ready to go and finally see his soulmate again. “Ready then?” Orion asks, curious and amused.
Harry grins again, “yeah, now I’m ready.”
They take the floo home and Harry nearly stumbles as he does. Charlus and Dorea are there. “Hello Harry, welcome home,” Dorea says, “we would love to welcome you home, but,” she smiles, a little secretive, a little pleased, “I think there is someone else that would rather welcome you himself.”
Harry feels his cheeks pink, his heart thumping in his chest. His soulmate. They were so close, yet so far away from each other. All Harry wants to do is run to whatever place he is. “We were offered a nice dinner out,” she continues, and she presses a light kiss to his cheek. “Welcome home,” she hums.
Harry grins brightly, “thank you,” he says, breathless. “Where-?”
“Library,” Charlus answers, he puts a hand on his shoulder, “we shall see you in the morning again?”
Harry nods eagerly, and he rights his clothes. He doesn’t look back as he starts walking. The butterflies are fluttering in his stomach. He remembers that kiss, the soft gentle part of it and the clumsy eager part. Feeling Tom’s hands on him. Harry aches for that again. To feel that all over again.
He takes a deep breath, patting his pocket, feeling the courting ring there. Good. He pushes the door open softly, and Harry’s breath steals itself away all over again, when he sees him. There. Sitting on a chair, long legs stretched out before him, a book in his hand. His head lifts and red eyes flick towards his face.
The book slackens in his grip, and Harry is rushing forward before he can think about it. Before he can think about decorum and acting like a lord. Before he can think about being proper and regal and whatever shit he should think about. All he can think is Tom Tom Tom.
“Tom,” Harry breathes out and he crashes into his body. Tom’s arms are open, ready to receiving and Harry wants to climb and burrow inside him and never come out. To be one again. He looks up, watching Tom’s red eyes look down. “You’re here.”
“That was supposed to be my line, darling,” Tom murmurs and Harry could nearly sob with the moniker. Darling. “You are home,” he murmurs cupping Harry’s cheek.
Harry cups the hand there. He’s cold, colder then the average person. But Harry couldn’t care less. He arches up, “kiss me, please,” Harry whispers.
Tom chuckles softly, before he ducks down, and Harry sinks into the kiss like a starving man. Gripping Tom’s body tightly, pulling him as close as humanly possible, as he opens his mouth for his soulmate. Tom makes a soft low noise and Harry shivers between his hands, feeling Toms tongue slide against his, licking into his mouth as eager as Harry feels.
They’re both breathing quickly when Tom pulls back, but Harry can’t help but sigh happily, burrowing closer. He’s finally whole again. His soulmate by his side. Tom pulls him just as tight.
“Dinner be ready masters,” a voice pipes up, and Harry pulls away to look over his shoulder. Pipsy stands there, humming to herself, smiling.
“Thank you,” Harry chirps. “We’ll take it in the breakfast room.”
Tom’s arms tighten around his waist, and Harry grins back at him, “come, dinner,” he says, his stomach rumbling loudly. He’d been too excited to eat.
Tom pulls out the chair for him and Harry gazes at him once they relax. Tom, here, near him, around him. They’ve never mind the silence together and this is no different. Just watching each other breathe and live. “How are you feeling?” Harry asks softly.
Tom takes a slow bite of the last of his food, “the ritual took a lot out of this body, especially as it was not yet fully formed. My own magic is working but it is a slow process. I slept much more before,” he adds. “I’m mostly cold quickly, I assume my body's circulation is still slow.”
Harry nods slowly, humming, “you did feel cold,” he muses. “But Ginny did too, when she was drained of her magic, so maybe when your magic rests and is to full health your body will be warm.”
“Do you mind the cold?” Tom asks softly.
Harry shakes his head quickly, “I’ve never mind the cold,” he grins, “but you know what a good way to heat the body is?” Tom raises an eyebrow, his red eyes twinkle, and Harry knows he’s aware. “Another’s body heat,” Harry answers, and he blushes as he takes the ring out of his pocket. He slides it over. “I know that, technically I should wait until we’ve courted and agreed to marry, before giving this,” he says softly. “But you’ve been a part of my body, and a part of my mind. I don’t want to be apart for more than we need to.”
“You want me in your bed, darling?” Tom asks, soft and gentle as he opens the box. The Potter ring shines inside.
“I want you everywhere I am,” Harry breathes out, “but yes, in my bed, in my room, in my home. Everywhere I am allowed to be I want you to be. And this,” he nods to the ring, “makes you able to do that. Well,” he tilts his head, “besides the crypt perhaps. We’ll need to see about that.”
Tom takes the ring, inspecting it slowly, before he slides it on his ring finger. Harry feels butterflies erupt in his stomach when Tom looks up at him and gives him that soft gentle smile. That smile that Harry just knows is for nothing but him. And only him.
“Tell me how that last month was, darling,” Tom murmurs.
Harry talks all dinner, tells Tom about his conversation with Severus, about learning that his parents weren’t soulmates, that Severus was his mothers and he doesn’t know if his dad even knew his soulmate. He tells him about the snippets from the marauders map, he tells him about spending a lot of time with the others. He tells him about their plan to go to Paris.
Tom listens, avidly, attentive, and Harry couldn’t be any happier. His soulmate is here again, with him, around him. “What are your plans for the summer?” he asks when dinner is over and they’re snuggled together. It felt to easy to fall together even though Harry isn’t a particular fan of physical affection.
“I plan to slowly visit the families of the inner circle, announcing my presence. I'll find out where we stand inside the ministry and see how far my plans have derailed or advanced.”
Harry nods, Tom knows enough about their world already, having explored Edinburgh and London and even Napoli with Harry already. And this way he can form a concrete plan during the summer. This way they can start planning how to change the world. ‟First the Malfoy family, and then the Notts,” Tom says, ‟then the Parkinsons and Madam Zabini,” he pauses, ‟the Rosiers as well, of course.” Harry smiles pleased, the fact that Tom wants to inform the Rosiers is definitely influenced by Orion’s engagement.
He smiles then, “I though perhaps you’d like to join me when I do,” he grins, “Especially because their children are already part of your circle.” Harry smiles pleased, yes, they are. His knights as Luna had called them.
“I’d love that,” Harry says with a happy little sigh. He’d love to do everything with Tom. “When do you want to go and tell them? I can’t wait to see Lucius’ face, when he realises you’ve returned,” he grins. “Though I suppose they all know you’re all back, with the marks,” he adds slowly.
“Which is why I want to start making the rounds tomorrow,” he says softly, and he cups Harry’s face. “I’m certain being around my soulmate would help me regenerate my own energy supply faster.”
Harry smiles pleased. “Bed?” Harry asks softly, squirming just a little. Tom grins, a little sharply, and nods. Harry hurries down the hall Tom hot on his heels.
Harry loved having Tom tell him what to do, loved having him tell him how exactly he was or wasn’t allowed to touch himself. But being pushed into the door by Tom’s hands was infinitely better than that. Feeling Tom’s cold hands, his warm breath, his tongue and fingers. Everything was better, heightened.
Their mouths are nearly frantic, Harry’s hand curls around Tom’s neck, pulling him close. “Open the door,” Tom growls into his mouth.
Harry flicks his hand lazily, pulling Tommy closer. The door slams closed behind them and Harry gasps when Tom grabs his thighs, pulling him up. Oh. Okay. That's-
Harry whines against Tom’s lips. There's no reason to hold back. No reason to be careful. This is his soulmate. His everything. Harry has shared his life with him for a full year. Nothing is secret and Harry doesn't want any type of secret between them. And he’s done not getting what he wants.
Tom laughs into his mouth, low and delighted. “We have time,” Tom murmurs softly. And gods it’s so good to hear that voice again. “Let’s not rush this, darling.”
Harry pulls back, looking at Tom. “Bed,” he demands.
Tom chuckles softly, and acquiesces. Harry has a feeling that anything he wants he’ll get. Tom’s red eyes are warm and inviting to him, dark with lust, colouring his eyes more like the red of a dark wine than a bright electric light.
Harry lets himself be dropped on the bed, and he eagerly drags his own shirt off. Tom laughs again and pulls his own shirt off too. He’s thin still, but Harry knows that it will change. Tom will get strong again. Harry will make sure of it.
Harry has imagined this. A lot. Especially last month when he had nothing but his own imagination to keep himself warm. Nothing compares to the reality of Tom, hovering over him, looking at him like he’s the only important thing in the universe.
Tom is the same for him. Everything. The only important thing. Tom smirks then, ducking down and kissing him again.
Their bodies are pressed together, Tom’s cold sleeping into Harry’s limbs. Harry doesn't care. His hips roll up and he moans into Tom’s mouth.
“Yeah?” he breathes out huskily, “feels good?”
Harry nods eagerly. It does. It feels amazing. So much better than a hand. Maybe even better than his own magic. But he wants more.
“What do you want?” Tom asks.
Harry looks at him, eyes wide, “you,” he whispers. “Just you.”
Tom’s smirk melts to something a lot softer, a lot more gentle. He cups Harry’s cheek, “you have me, darling. My love. I am yours and you are mine.” He presses their foreheads together, “now what would you like me to do to you,” he murmurs.
Harry feels overwhelmed, being able to touch, and feel and hear him again. He just whines, pulling Tom closer and rolling his hips up. Tom chuckles, “that? Hm? Like this or naked?” He asks.
“Naked,” Harry demands, before he flicks his hand disappearing their clothes. There.
Tom groans, pressing them even closer and rolling his hips. Harry moans, their cocks running together. Slick. Lube. Harry lets his magic spread, lube slicks their way between them. Tom groans again, curling his hand around their cocks, and stroking them.
Harry arches, fingers digging into Tom’s skin. Oh yeah. That's- he moans again, eyes fluttering. “Gonna-”
Tom groans in agreement, and Harry spills between them. Tom curses, stroking himself hard and fast, until he spills over Harry’s stomach. He collapses on the bed beside him, both of them panting heavily. “It’s so good to have my body back,” Tom breathes out.
Harry laughs, waving his hand lazily, before pulling the blanket over their now clean bodies. He snuggles closer. Clearly Tom is the only one who he doesn't want to avoid touching. No. He wants to touch Tom constantly. All the damn time.
He sighs happily, smiling when Salem jumps onto the foot end, and their girls slide up over their intertwined bodies.
“Goodnight darling,” Tom breathes out.
Harry smiles, ear pressed to Tom’s beating working heart. “Goodnight.”
The sun was shining into the room when Harry woke up, bright and happy. And Harry felt like that too. Warm. Happy. Tom was still there, pressed into Harry’s body. Their bodies curled close together. Warm. Tom was warm. “Morning,” Tom breathes out sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. Harry grins and turns around, curling their bodies even closer.
“You’re warm,” Harry points out happily.
“It seems that I am indeed running hot now,” he smirks, “seems like being near my soulmate truly is helping me recover.” He strokes Harry’s cheek, “are you going on your run today?” he asks, eyes blinking slow. They’re warm, a more blood red.
“I was planning on it,” Harry murmurs, “unless-”
“No, go, enjoy your exercise. I know it helps your body and your magic. I will enjoy some more time in this warm bed,” he presses a kiss to Harry’s lips. “Recuperate a little more. Last night took a little more from my reserves then I thought it would.”
Oh. Harry bites his lip, “sorry,” he whispers.
“Nonesense,” Tom answers firmly, “I wanted to, everything. I wanted to enjoy your company, hear of your last month, and I wanted to make you feel good.” He hums, “I’m just going to enjoy some more sleep before breakfast.” He closes his eyes, “enjoy your run.”
Harry grins as he slips out of the bed, “I will,” he says cheerily, grabbing his own clothes from his closet. Hopping down to the gardens with an eager pep in his step. This summer will be amazing, Harry just knows it. A summer spent with his soulmate by his side, exploring the world of necromancy and the world of the British dark wizards. And hopefully a summer spent exploring all different ways of pleasure with his soulmate.
Harry comes back from his run to find the bed empty. But there are some little changes anyway. When he opens his closet he finds it filled with his own clothes and different, newer ones. He finds a stack of books on one of the bedside tables.
He takes a quick shower, just in time to finish when Pipsy calls him for breakfast.
It’s kind of surreal to see his family sitting down with Tom. For so long he was the only one that could talk with him, that could properly interact, but now here he was, a part of the conversation. Chatting lightly about whatever was happening in the papers with Charlus, discussing theory of some obscure transfiguration with Dorea.
It’s easier after, when Orion and Charlus go work. Dorea easily excuses herself aswell. Even though they usually ask what everyone’s plan is for the day. Harry isn’t sure if they didn’t because of Tom or because they’re not sure they want to hear what they have planned.
“You can take the big office, you know,” Harry says happily as he trails after Tom. He’s planning on curling up on a seat near him and just draw for the day. Bask in the vision of his soulmate at work. “I’m not going to be using it and now that you have the courting ring,” he blushes, remembering Charlus’ raised eyebrow when he’d seen it, “you can open all doors I can too.”
“You won’t be using it?” Tom hums slowly, “I do suppose you’ll spend more time in the library or in your crypt if you need to work on something.” He cups Harry’s cheek, and Harry happily gets a little kiss. He loves this. Kissing. He’s so glad that Tom isn’t being weird about their age difference. Then again, he looks like he’s seventeen years old. Maybe that makes a difference. Or maybe the fact that Harry is his soulmate is the only thing that matters. Harry thinks it is the only thing that matters. He wants this, and Tom want this. And so he’ll have it.
Harry curls up on the big fluffy seat, as Tom starts arranging the office to his liking. He does it by hand. His magic really isn’t returning as quickly. Harry would have done all of this with a spell. “Are you eating enough?” Harry asks frowning.
Tom looks over his shoulder, “I ate as much as you did, my dear,” he answers amused, “don’t be worried, I could do this with magic, but I want to preserve my magic for now. The bigger my magical reserve is, the easier it is to get to my normal reserves.”
Harry huffs quietly. Fine. He supposes. He pulls out his sketch book. It’s been a while since he really settled to draw, especially to draw just for himself. This will be nice.
He has pages filled with sketches, all of Tom, reading, taking notes, thinking while he pets Nagini as she curls up on his lap. It’s so refreshing to be able to do this. To just watch him be. Not be him in a dream, or hear him in his head, feel him in his chest. No. He’s here, in front of him.
“You said you wanted to visit the others soon,” Harry murmurs, curled up, just watching. “Maybe today?” Tom looks up at him, humming in agreement. “How did you plan on telling them? Were you just planning on showing up?”
“In a way,” Tom hums softly, putting the quil down. “I don’t have a concrete plan, but most will recognise me, if only by my eyes,” Harry grins, they are quite remarkable, and very memorable. “And their marks will automatically react to me being in their presence, which will only confirm their suspicions.”
“And what about the kids? I mean, most of my friends already know about you. They know that you’ve returned. That you and me are working together. But their parents don't know that. Do you want them to?”
“It depends on their parents,” Tom leans back on his chair, Harry desperately wants to climb onto his lap. “But I imagine they would want to introduce their children to me. We can see how they react and what we want them to know.” We. Harry smiles happily, Tom always takes him into account. “But you’ll be their leader mainly, so it really depends on how they react to you as well.”
It’s been said before. But it’s still different to see Tom’s face free of worry when he says it. “What will it entail?” he asks softly. “I’ve mostly been helping my friends train for now,” he says softly.
“You’ve been doing more than that, darling. You’ve encouraged them to experiment, to learn, to think for themselves. That is what it means to be a leader. To be an example and to guide them. You will be the king to your knights.”
Harry grins. Right. Luna had said she always wanted to be a knight. “Not calling them the knights of Walpurgis though,” he says, grinning a little. Tom huffs softly, “something else. Something fitting.”
Tom laughs, “you can call them whatever you want. You’ll let them help recruiting more people. You’ll hold meetings. Discuss what should happen in the world, things that have been lost but are hidden in the old traditions of families. You’ll help them become stronger, teach them more advanced magic, like you have been. And,” Tom gives a more feral grin that makes warmth burst in Harry’s stomachs “they’ll be the ones to help you overthrow Hogwarts.”
Harry’s breath hitches. Right. “Yeah, I like that,” he breathes out. “You take the government, I take Hogwarts.”
"That's why I wanted you to be the one to talk with Severus, a link between us both. Someone from my old guard, my inner circle that works with you.”
“Right, that makes sense,” Harry breathes out deeply. He wants to climb Tom’s lap and rub them together again. He shouldn't get horny about this, but he can't help it. Tom looks so fucking good like this, smirking, eyes alight with his plans. So confident that they will make it work together.
“You won't have to hide from them, not anymore. You can show them your power, they’ll need to know how powerful their leader is. They’ll be your followers, like Astoria said,” Tom murmurs. “Not mine.”
‟But they'll be your followers in the end, since I am yours,” Harry says. He stands from his chair, he can't take it anymore. He needs to be close. Needs to feel Tom against his skin at least. ‟Will you mark them when they turn of age?”
‟I could,” Tom says leaning back, and pulling Harry on his lap sideways, oh thank fuck. Harry melts into his cold embrace. He’s warmer than he was yesterday. “But you could mark them yourself.” Tom smirks, ‟we'll lead the world together, so any follower of yours is a follower of mine, and any follower of mine is a follower of yours.”
‟But you will lead in the end, I'll follow you.”
Tom shakes his head, ‟no, we will lead. Both of us. Together. You'll have your right hand, and your followers, I have mine. And together, we take the world. You are the one that will bring the dark creatures with you. You’ll be imperative to our plans, without you we couldn’t do it.”
‟Together,” Harry agrees. Silently pleased. He hoped that Tom would truly see him as an equal, it's nice to know that is true. ‟Will you tell me how to make a mark like that?” he should have a way to mark those that are his.
‟You can only do that after you've broken your soul,” Tom says, he strokes Harry’s cheek reverently.
Harry pouts, ‟you'd think me killing Quirrell would have done that.”
‟You did not kill with the killing curse darling, you know that is what you need,” Tom whispers.
‟You did it with a with a basilisk,” Harry points out, ‟that is what fractured your soul.”
‟Yes, that is true,” Tom says. ‟But your kills were all in defence of yourself. It is different. And you'll have to design a mark.” Harry perks up, he likes drawing, making a mark would be cool. Tom grins, ‟you're perfect, you know that.”
‟I don't think that a lot of people would agree with you on that.”
‟You're perfect for me,” Tom says easily, before drawing him in. Harry twists eagerly, straddling Tom’s thighs and finally getting another thorough kiss. Magic zips through their pressed lips and Tom inhales sharply, grabbing Harry’s hips firmer in hand.
Harry whines unhappily when he’s pushed away. “Did you mean to do that?” Tom asks, panting. His cheeks are flushed pink. Warm.
“Do what?” Harry asks, dazed. Why are they talking and not kissing?
“Give me magic,” Tom laughs softly, faintly. “You’re practically pouring it into my mouth, darling.”
“Oh,” Harry blushes, “no, I didn't. Do you- should I stop?”
“By all means, continue,” Tom chuckles, “my reserves might be full before lunch this way.”
Harry laughs, their noses knock together, “I don't feel any of it, so until then, I’m more than happy to give you my magic.”
Tom hums low and pleased, “my marvelous soulmate.” Harry blushes and grins. Pouring himself into the kiss, happily accepting the eager hands of his soulmate.