Post Mortem

Chapter 23

THORSTAN’S POV

We were back at the station dropping Harry off. We had returned home from Ireland two days ago, Harry was still looking giddy from the trip. It had been wonderful, we had enjoyed the countryside and all of the castles, it of course had been snowing, it didn’t deter us though. Remus had been excited to show us his most favorite places introducing us to some of the friends he had made there. Watching Sirius get a little too jealous over a little too friendly acquaintance was hilarious, Hendrix and I couldn’t stop poking fun at him for the rest of the trip.

Harry had especially enjoyed all the magical creatures freely roaming about, the muggles just ignoring them or unable to see them. I smiled as Harry leapt into my arms for a final hug, I patted his back and tentatively pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head. “Be good and stay out of mischief will you,” I chuckled. Harry smiled up at me, “I’ll try, I’m so glad that I finally got to meet you thorstan,” and with that he turned away and began to walk toward the train, “Harry!” Sirius yelped as he ran to his godson. He quickly placed something on his shoulder and scolded him for losing it; it turns out that Ena had stowed away in Sirius’ hair intent on terrorizing him.

We all laughed as Sirius slinked back to Remus’ side, *Who do you think does who?* Hendrix asked as he watched the two men in amusement, *I think it depends on the time of month… full moons Remus any other time Sirius,* I answered, I watched as he thought about it for a second and chuckled. “Stop thinking about it,” I laughed as Hendrix cringed. He glared at me, “Don’t tell me what to do,” he huffed as he grabbed my arm, I chuckled as I turned to Remus and Sirius, “We’re going back to the manor we’ll meet you there,” and with that I apparated away.

We landed in the study, I immediately got comfortable on the sofa, Hendrix walked over to one of his personal bookcases and picked a book out chucking it at me. I raised my brow at him and looked at the title, it was a strange scrawl that I couldn’t quite make out. . “What’s this?” I asked as I looked up at him. He only shrugged as he came over and sat next to me, “It was a gift,” he said as he opened it and began to read. I peered over to the pages and squinted, all the writing was in some sort of foreign language that I couldn’t make out, “What’s that language?” I asked, Hendrix looked at me and smiled, “I can’t tell you,” he chuckled.

HENDRIX’S POV

I continued to read up until Remus and Sirius walked in. Both seeming breathless, *Ten galleons say that they just shagged,* Thorstan sniggered. I looked at them both observing them, *Ten galleons say that they just snogged,* I grinned. He chuckled, “You two look out of breath,” Tom casually said as he laid his arm across my shoulders, Remus blushed and Sirius chuckled. “We ran here,” Sirius grinned, *They snogged,* Tom pouted, I laughed and made a give me hand gesture. *How do you know that?* I chuckled, although I already knew the answer.

*I’m a natural legilimens,* he hissed as he shrugged and handed over the galleons. *Makes sense I suppose… Can you read my mind?* I asked in turn. He stared at me for a moment, *Honestly, no. Yet I’m impressed,* he grinned as he gently rubbed my arm. “Can you two stop doing that, it’s worse than whispering,” Sirius glared. Thorstan and I chuckled together, “Our apologies,” Thorstan said sarcastically, a smirk growing across his face.

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We were all sitting at the table, a noticeable absence. “It’s kind of sad seeing Harry’s chair empty… I’ve been thinking,” Throstan began, I raised my brow at him, “Don’t think too hard, I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I chuckled as I took another bite from the delicious food that the elves had prepared. “Hilarious… anyhow, I was thinking. Have you ever considered changing Harry’s name to something a bit more traditional?” he asked.

I glared at him, “Like you? Unlike you Harry doesn’t think his mother is weak and he doesn’t care if his father was a pureblood or not, besides I would never want to take the name that his parents gave him away from him,” I sighed. Thorstan’s eyes narrowed at me, “That’s not what I meant,” he practically snarled. “No, I have never considered changing his name.” I don’t know why I was being so defensive… Maybe it’s because in my past life my name was all I had of my parents besides their looks and the cloak. I didn’t want to take that away from Harry, he deserved every remanence of his family.

“I’m sorry that I offended you,” Tom sighed. He was glaring at his plate as I looked at him. As far as I knew Tom never apologized, “I apologize for my reaction,” I responded. For the rest of dinner we sat in silence.

THORSTAN’S POV

I was sitting on my bed, dinners conversation replaying within my mind. I clenched my jaw as I glared at the carpet before me. I sighed as I plopped back into the bed. Hendrix had ever so gently suggested that I sleep in my room tonight, which I haven’t done in a while. The bed felt cold, unused. I sighed again as I sat back up and finally decided to change.

I opened my closet to notice that it was mostly empty, I had moved most of my belongings to Hendrix’s room while Harry was here. I groaned, I called out to Nifty, who promptly popped into existence with a pair of pajamas for me. I blinked at her as she gave me a disapproving look. “Thank you… I suppose you didn’t like my earlier suggestion either?” I asked, she shook her head, her big ears almost slapping her face as she did. “No, that is not why Nifty is upset, Nifty is upset because Master Hendrix and Master Throstan is upset. The Masters be adults and act like teenagers,” Nifty scoffed as she said as she dropped the pajamas and popped away.

I stood there blinking for a moment before shaking my head and chuckling. “I suppose we are acting like teenagers,” I murmured. I picked up the pajamas and began to strip off my shirt first. Just as I had slipped off my trousers I heard a knock, however before I could tell whoever it was to hold on a moment, Hendrix came barging into the room instantly lodging himself into a long apology for his behavior.

“I really must apologize for my behavior, I just realized that I was acting like a child and should have handled your quarry with more diplomacy. I just don’t want Harry to feel like we’re trying to take away his heritage from him, I don’t want him to feel like we’re erasing who he is. I apollo-” he cut himself off as he took in my appearance, “Where are clothes?” he asked as his face slowly began to redden.

I raised a brow at him as I watched his eyes wander. “Well if you had just waited for me to wait a moment you wouldn’t have barged in on me in a state of undress,” I sighed as I pulled on the pajama trousers. “Apology accepted, however I must apologize myself. I didn’t realize that it was a touchy subject for you, I also didn’t handle it gracefully,” I smiled. Hendrix had turned away from me to try and give me a little more privacy, “Apology accepted… again I apologize,” with that he began to leave my room.

I chuckled as I promptly stopped him, coils of silk raised from the floor and coiled itself around him. Spiraling up and around his legs and springing out to chain his arms. I slowly strolled over to stand in front of him, his bondage holding him in place as he kept his head down to avoid my eye contact. I gently lifted his head by placing my finger under his chin forcing it up.

“Why are you in such a hurry dear,” I asked as I gently caressed his face. Suddenly he was lurching forward, our lips connecting, my eyes widened as Hendrix tried to deepen the kiss. I waved my hand allowing the bonds to loosen causing Hedrix to fall forward a bit more. I caught him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I held him closer to me, slinking my arm up to cup his chin deepening the kiss.

When we parted we were both panting, I smiled at him and allowed my trap to fall away, “Good night dear, sleep well,” I said as I leaned forward almost as if to kiss him again only to pull away at the last moment, and brushed past him. He stood there for a moment before looking at me, seemingly flustered. “Is there a problem?” I asked as I sat on my bed. He flushed, “Bastard,” he seethed as he turned to leave, “Yours,” I called after him.