Post Mortem

Chapter 25

HARRY’S POV

“You’re not even the least bit curious? Come on Harry! Let’s just take a peek, Fluffy only likes you,” Draco wined. I raised my brows at him as he slouched on his chair. “Draco no,” I sighed. I watched as he got this wicked grin across his face. “You know… I’ve heard that Weasley and Brookes have paid a visit to Fluffy and are wanting to take a peek,” Draco hummed as he ‘casually’ stretched. I sighed, “For all that’s magical Draco, fine we’ll go, please send Neville a message to meet us at the third floor corridor, “I sighed with a roll of my eyes, Draco excitedly hopped up and ran to get a piece of paper quickly writing down the not before softly blowing on it, we watched as it flew out the door, we shortly followed it.

We made our way to the third floor corridor and only had to wait a few moments before Neville appeared seemingly out of breath, the twins behind him smiling. “We couldn’t miss the chance to see what's behind the door,” Fred said with a large smile, matching George. I sighed as I shook my head and we made our way to the door, with a simple flick of my wand we entered the room Fluffy excitedly stood and approached us giving me a hardy hello.

I patted the three headed dog before stepping around it to open the door, we all peered in squinting into the darkness. “Ten galleons for the first person to jump in,” Draco said as he pushed Neville in, we all looked at him as he continued to look down into the floor, he glanced up at us and shrugged causing us to roll our eyes. I jumped after Neville.

HENDRIX’S POV

I was skidding and sliding through the manor, I really should’ve not worn socks, of course Tom was bare foot and was having no problem navigating the corridors, I tried to run faster only to slip and almost fall. I heard Tom laugh, his laughter sounding a little too close. I huffed as I began to run down a flight of stairs taking it two at a time, taking the chance to fall to my death was worth it.

I took a sharp turn towards the back gardens, I was so close, so close, when a pair of arms quickly wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet, I was then apparated onto a soft surface, my bed.

We were both panting a giddy smile graced his features as he looked down at me, pinning me against the bed, his eyes were filled with lust as he lightly chuckled. I felt my face go warm as we continued to pant, trying to catch our breath. He leaned down hovering his lips above mine, our breaths intermingling. I couldn’t take the suspense any longer. I moved my head forward, crashing our lips together.

I was immediately pushed into the bed as Tom deepened the kiss, working at the buttons of my shirt. I was desperately doing the same, though I was just a bit quicker exposing his chest. He huffed as he just settled for ripping my shirt off, “You’re replacing that,” I gasped as he moved his mouth to my neck and began to trail opened mouth kisses, “Sorry,” he murmured as he gently nipped at me.

I gasped as he nipped and sucked at my skin my back arching up to him, I felt him fiddling with my trousers, “Do not rip these,” I hissed as he chuckled, he then pulled off my trousers, he leaned forward and kissed me as he threw my trousers away. He trailed his hands down my body gently holding my hips as he began to trail more kisses down my body. I gasped as he nipped at my navel, sending a shiver throughout my body. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up to crash our lips together.

I flicked my finger and Tom’s trousers came flying off, ripping off his body. He chuckled, “I’m guessing that you won’t be replacing those?” he breathed as he bit at my neck. “Damn right. You’re lucky that you're getting to touch me,” I breathed as I leaned up and bit his collar. He groaned as he pulled me closer to him, I took another nip at him.

There was a pop, “Sirs?” Tom snarled like an animal as he snatched a pillow from under my head and threw it at Nifty. I smacked on top of the head and the pillow came sailing back knocking Tom off the bed. I sat up and looked at Nifty with a raised brow, she only shrugged, “Yous being summoned to Hogwarts sirs,” she said as she popped away.

I summoned my clothes to me, I slid on my dragonhide leather pants, tucking in a navy blue silk shirt and slipping on a black robe with blue detailing, I then slipped on my dragonhide boots, pulling the outfit all together. I glanced over to see Tom slipping on his own dragonhide boots having summoned his own clothes to my room. He was wearing slack pants that hugged his ass greatly, a tucked in button down with a black vest with blue detailing, a navy blue handkerchief tucked neatly in the pocket.

“Let’s go,” he said, as he held an arm out to me, shrugging on a black trench coat, putting on a hat, “Why the hell are you trying to dress yourself up as if you’re still in the 1960’s?” I asked, I walked over and took off his hat, “There, now you look just a little more modern,” I smiled as I finally took his arm. He led us to the floo and we made it to the Headmasters office.

We stepped out and I had to fight hard not to glare at him. My hatred was slowly growing more for this man, the manipulative bastard. “What’s this about Headmaster?” I sighed as we walked towards where he sat behind his desk. We sat in front of him in the hideous chairs. “Harry and some of his friends were somewhat injured last night, they were in a restricted area of the castle,” I shared a look with Tom who looked exasperated. “How about one of us stays here and the other goes to check on Harry,” Tom said as he got more comfortable in the chair, “Great idea. I’ll go check on him, you stay here and fix this,” I sighed as I stood.

THORSTAN’S POV

I sighed as I eyed Dumbledor. “What exactly happened to my ward and his friends?” I sneered, Dumbledor sighed as he rested his chin on his hands. “I must say… you very much remind me of a student that once went here,” he sighed as he looked contemplative. “Is that so? Who would that be?” I raised a brow at him. “Yes, you see, his name was Tom Riddle. You look exactly like him actually…” I saw a sneaking grin cross his features.

I smiled, “Is that so what a coincidence. Though I do know a Tom Riddle, he was the last of the Gaunt line, which in turn allowed me to claim some of my family heritage. My part of the Peverell line was more closely related to him,” I smiled. Dumbledor narrowed his eyes. “Now I’m here to talk about my ward, not some student you had,” I pressed.

“Yes, well you see your ward, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, and the Weasley twins were all injured when they entered the forbidden third floor corridor,” he said looking solemn. “Well what restrictions did you put to ensure that students wouldn’t wander into that sort of danger?” I asked as I stared at him. “We locked the door,” he said. “...you locked it? With a strong locking charm? With strong wards?” I asked, crossing my arms.

He was silent for a moment, “We locked the door, with a key,” he said matter of factly. I narrowed my eyes at him, “So… let me get this straight. You, knowing that children would be curious about why the third corridor is off limits, only locked it with a simple lock that even muggles can get into, put dangerous things into it; are now startled that students ‘somehow’ got in,” I snarled. I could see him sweat a little, “Well we gave them a fair warning Mr-” “Lord Peverell, Dumbledor,” I sneered interrupting him. “I suggest that you actually take real precautions for your students' safety. I will bring this up to the Wizengamot, and to the school board,” I growled as I stood, “I’m going to check on my ward, you have all of 30 minutes to get your act together,” and with that I stormed out. 

I made it to the infirmary, I walked over to Hendrix, who was sitting next to Harry, I leaned down to his ear, *When we get back to the manor I’m going to finish what we started,* I hissed. I watched as his face became a little red. “How is he?” I asked. Hendrix cleared his throat, “Only a few scrapes, and bruises but other than that he’s completely fine. He’s just resting, he’s been exhausted, so he needs it,” he sighed as he glanced at Harry. I looked at him and smiled, “I’m glad he’s alright… though I think we both agree that we will be having a serious conversation with him,” I sighed. Hendrix nodded in agreement.