Walking down the halls to the dungeons, I spot the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. I smile at him before curtsying in respect. He bows his head in acknowledgement. He looks at tom before a coy smirk appears on his face.
"So, you have finally found a mate now, youngling? A respectful, strong, and caring mate that one is. Do well not to anger her." He snickered. I giggle a little before speaking to him. Tom was flustered and shocked.
"He must prove himself worthy enough for my hand. Thus far, he has proven himself compatible with me. Though I see no fault in him, so far. Though he must send a letter to my father if he wishes to court me." I smirked, as he laughed. Tom looked like he would pass out at any moment, he was so flustered.
"I like you, come and speak with me often." He said in English before opening the door. I bow my head again to him before entering the commons. Having to gently pull tom to get him to move. I kiss the side of his cheek before walking up the steps to the girls' dorm. Many of the girls made sounds of protest at my actions. I smirk while opening my dorm room. It was an heir room.
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The bath was a pool. Cool. I loved the amount of plants and neutral colours. The magical windows that showed the forbidden forest were wondrous. I noticed a door on one of the walls. It was covered in hanging vines and ferns. Opening the door, I catch tom riddle in the middle of changing. Our eyes met for a split second before I slammed the door closed.
"SORRY!" I yelled out, flustered. I quickly left to explore the rest of the rooms. I was sure my face was a bright crimson, with how warm it was. I make it to my room, before deciding to change, I grab my nigh clothes and head to the bathing area. A good soak will help me calm down. . . Hopefully.
Due to my past, I never cared what people thought of my body. It was scared. Some looked to be of spell fire, others of physical harm from my time spent at the Dursley's. Years of sharing a bathing area with other girls had desensitized me from their eyes. I had never reacted to another's body like I had with tom. I had seen other boys and men naked or changing after a game, or mission. I never showed any interests in anyone. It got to the point that many thought I was a lesbian. I mainly trusted my magic to choose who I interacted with or who I could absolutely trust. My magic had reacted strongly to tom, no matter the era or version of him.
I start to strip each item of clothing off as the steam of the bath rose. The scent of Rosemary, cinnamon, and thyme filling the air as the bath filled with bubbles and steam. I walk near the edge of the bath, dipping my foot into the water to test the water. Others may find the water scalding, I found it warm and soothing. Due to the pendragon and Emrys bloodlines running through my veins, I had become immune to heat and fire. It could not harm me. I allowed my magic to run freely throughout the room and other areas of the Heir's room. Unknown to me, the whole of Hogwarts felt my magic. Many felt safe and welcomed, others felt fear and uneased. I could feel toms' joining with mine playfully. As though to show, he was amused and did not feel threatened by me. I smile as his magic got stronger, meaning he was getting closer to me and was releasing the hold he had on his.
Closing my eyes with a smile on my face, I let a pleasant shiver run down my spine as His eyes find my form. I could hear and sense every move he made. From the slight intake of breath, to the rising of heartbeats and tensing of his muscles. He watched my every move, from me rinsing my hair to exiting the bath. The steam from the water had started to die down in thickness. I grab the small towel off the railing that showed the stairs. His gaze burned at the many scars on my body.
"I told you I would explain later during the feast. Before my papa had found me after the death of my mother, who went into hiding when Grindelwald started to hunt down my family. One of his men found us. My mother was killed because she was not a Peverell by blood. She had no knowledge of the information he sought. I was taken by them. My papa had placed many protective spells and runes into my bones when I was a baby. A Peverell by blood will go through this process, depending on which family you are born from depends on the amount of protection you are given.
But they had found a loophole around the protections. As the runes only protected against, poison, potions, rituals, spells, curses, attempted rape for the females, mental forces, and more. . . It did not protect against physical attacks. Such as, but not limited to, muggle torture. I was treated as a slave. Much worse than a house elf. I forced to be a child soldier. I was barely even fed. I only got food when they remembered too, but even then, it was table scraps and 1 glass of water.
The only reason my papa had found me was because of the parental bond between the lord and heir of the Peverell line. When he had found me, they were trying to get information out of me as my 10th birthday was approaching. On that day, all history, and knowledge gets filled into the heirs' mind. Papa killed everyone there while keeping me stable and alive with his magic. What I murmured to you during the feast was true. Because of the malnourishment, my growth was stunted. My organs started to fail due to how severely damaged they were. I was in a coma for 2 years while my body healed.
Even now, I am not fully healed. I must continue taking potions till the end of the year. With the scars I saw, I could ask if you could take some as well." I say while looking away from him. My eyes finding the surrounding plants interesting as I awaited his response. The scent of blood drew my attention. He was enraged, fists clenched tightly to the point of bleeding, as his magic became protective yet violent to anyone else. He stalked towards me, taking an extra large and fluffy towel and draping it over me. He lifted me up into his arms while holding me as close as possible. I sighed in content as his magic interlaced with mine. Protecting me from the world that harmed me. I felt myself relax into his hold completely. Soon enough, I had fallen asleep in his arms. The arms of my once enemy, due to the meddling of an old fool.
