Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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"France," Hadrian explained, watching Tom move towards his trunk and pull out his Potions kit. "The boarder between France and Britain, Grindelwald will gather forces in Britain and begin to attack, nothing big, when Dumbledore realized how close he was he challenged Gellert to a duel, which he accepted. The duel is considered the most 'legendary' duel in recent magical history, lasting three hours, until eventually Dumbledore beat Gellert and he was transported back to Germany, where he was imprisoned in his own jail, and that is where he remained until you killed him, part of Gellert still loved Dumbledore even then, he refused to give you what you wanted."

Tom glanced up his lip curling, as he moved around, there was something still bothering him though, uncorking the potion he swallowed half, sighing in relief as the aches and pains disappeared. He passed over the vial, letting Hadrian take it, "Why wait that long? Was he really so reluctant to cause harm to his ex-boyfriend?" he sneered the words.

"Harm?" Hadrian said blankly, after drinking the potion, "He only went out there and duelled Gellert to save his own hide...to keep his secrets hidden."

"I don't understand," Tom said blankly.

"The plans Gellert and Albus made when they were teenagers, to be the kind overlords of the Muggle and Magical population, he wanted the Muggle world to find out about them, wanted to rule them. Or how about the fact he didn't want to find out whether it was him or Gellert who killed his sister, Ariana. Basically Grindelwald was doing what both he and Dumbledore wanted to do. The pair of them are obsessed with the Deathly Hallows, hell bent on owning all three of them. Gellert managed to track the one item that should have been logically the most difficult to find. Thankfully though my family kept the cloak a secret, and obviously the Gaunts didn't know what they had and it kept them safe..." Hadrian informed him, stretching out languidly, "He just wanted to make sure his secrets remained just that...a secret, Dumbledore was gaining power, even before Grindelwald was taken down, but it was the catalyst that made him who he is in my day. Only thing was, his goals had changed, he no longer wanted to lord over the Muggles, but he definitely wanted the Eld... well I'll be damned...the Elder wand, Dumbledore might have actually also been after the Elder wand."

"I see," Tom replied, his lip curling and his eyes were twinkling viciously, all knowing Dumbledore wasn't as heroic as he wanted to be seen as...and definitely wouldn't, not if he and Hadrian had anything to say about it. The thought of the power Dumbledore would gain with Gellert's defeat caused him a great deal of consternation. It truly alarmed him how much power he gained by a single duel and what he had done during that time too. If they were the ones to do it, that meant they might just get lucky and be recognized in the same manner as Dumbledore although as young as he was...he knew it wasn't possible that they'd get the same recognition. At least not right away, his gaze found Hadrian and his thoughts stuttered to a stop, what was he doing thinking about Dumbledore on his bonding night? Especially seeing as Hadrian was spread out on their bed, wearing practically nothing, and what a sight it was, unconsciously licking his lips, causing Hadrian to bite his lip at the sight of raw unfretted desire on Tom's face.

"You're a bit over dressed," Hadrian said salaciously, green eyes brighter than normal, as he slid off the bed, and made his way over to Tom. Hooking his arms around his neck allowing their lips to meet, a shiver running down his back as Tom caressed his bare skin; desire began to coil within him as it always did when he touched him. Removing his right hand from Tom's hair and neck, he began to unbutton his shirt one at a time until they were all undone. Hadrian pressed his hand against Tom's chest and glided it upwards, a smug smile spreading across his face as Tom gasped when he playfully squeezed one of his nipples.

Tom grew impatient, wishing to feel Hadrian's skin against his own, shrugging off his shirt, he undid his trousers and quickly escaped their confines. Using his big toe to remove his socks, naked as the day he was born, all the while his hands roamed around Hadrian's back, feeling the quivering of desire and Goosebumps sprayed out all over him. His Hadrian didn't have a single scar, his body was perfection, and even with scars he would have been perfect to him. There was nothing on Hadrian that showed just what a magnificent person he was, how powerful and how utterly determined he was.