The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

The Snake Lies!

(^if you don't learn anything else from this story, learn from the title)

December 16th, 1992.

Since the holidays were fast approaching, Harry and Tom decided to move the last practice before Yule to a Wednesday. So, after Potions ended, Tom and Harry got ready for the fight together, even though neither of them would be fighting.

Tom opened the door to the washroom as Harry was taking off his shirt. "Would you like to take a shower with me, my love?"

Laughing slightly, Harry rolled his eyes. "With you? Tom, if we have a shower together we are definitely not going to be ready for the meeting."

The other male stepped in and closed the door behind him. "You can't be late for something you planned," he smirked. "I'd like to see them try to get mad at us."

Harry grinned as Tom stepped forwards and gave him a passionate kiss. "On second thought," Harry grinned, "I guess we can take a shower together."

~

A couple hours later, the couple were fixing each other's masks and robes while the Death Eaters prepared for the fight. This time, the arena was going to be an 'endless' desert. It would seem endless for the Death Eaters, but Tom and Harry would see everything. It was truly spectacular.

Once they were seated on the throne, the countdown began, and the game soon commenced. All the Death Eaters ran towards each other in a frenzy of curses and hexes— strangely, the colours the show put off what fantastic.

"Who do you think is going to win?" Harry whispered to Tom. "My money is on Lucius."

Tom snorted. "Not likely. I think Rodolphus will win."

Harry frowned. "Didn't Rodolphus win two weeks ago?"

They both watched as a cactus grew and toppled over a random Death Eater, resulting in cackles from another. Tom raised an eyebrow. "Does this look like a fair game?"

Harry shook his head slightly as the two of them continued watching the show. So far, almost 1/4 of the Death Eaters have been eliminated, and things were starting to get brutal. A man in his mid twenties got brutally attacked with an incendio to the pants and had to be taken to St. Mungo's.

'Ha,' Harry thought as he watched some Dark healers Apparate with him. 'I would like to hear the story they have to make up.'

When half an hour passed, a little less than half of the Death Eaters were left, and it was beginning to become apparent that the desert wasn't a really good idea for an arena. It was open, and barely any trees or animals. The only thing that wasn't normal was the blood scattered all over the sand— and the cactus still on top of the poor wizard, with three healers trying to get him out.

As his eyes lingered around the desert, Harry frowned when he saw a lone Death Eater standing directly in front of their throne, not paying any attention to his opposers. He almost got hit multiple times, but instead of shooting back, he quickly raised his wand to the throne and muttered serpensortia. Almost immediately, a great snake was conjured from the man's wand and caused the whole arena to go silent, and for the curses to cease— the silent question of 'who would dare' drifting in the wind.

"Musst take," the snake hissed, slithering down towards the couple, who were looking no less confused than the crowd. "Musst take— Harry?"

This caught Harry off guard, and Tom must have been confused as well, because he gave Harry a confused glance. 'How does that snake know my name?' Harry wondered, observing the immobile snake before him. Harry had only ever spoken to two snakes before— Susan from the Chamber of Secrets, and...could this snake be the one from his childhood?

"Nagini?" Harry asked softly to the snake before him, only to receive a courteous nod back.

"Young Harry, where have you been? You've grown," the snake observed, cocking her head to the side. "How come you and thiss man ssit sso closse?"

Harry was confused until he realized me was sitting on Tom's lap, then he blushed. "I'll explain all of thiss later. Do you remember the name of the man who ssummoned you?"

"A man named Cesar. He believess you are an eassy capture."

This made Harry's eyes darken. 'An easy capture, huh?' He thought. 'They don't even fucking know me! They assume just because I don't look like a warrior, I am not strong!' An evil thought came to his head. 'They'll regret that.'

Sensing his distress, Nagini came up to the throne and curled up around their feet, before turning and glaring at the man who had summoned her, who now looked as pale as snow.

"Trust me," Harry whispered in Tom's ear, but before the other male could question what his soulmate had meant, Harry got up and, mindful of the snake, he stepped off the raised dais, and overlooked the entire colosseum-like arena. "You assume I am weak, do you not?"

Cesar shook his head rapidly. "O-of course not, my P-Prince—"

"Oh, you don't, do you?" Harry asked rhetorically. "Because I was under the impression from my dear friend that you believe me an easy capture."

"T-the snake lies!" Cesar wailed, clutching his wand until his knuckles turned white. Harry observed his display with dissatisfaction and disgust. His shaking form, the tears in his eyes, the arms held in a self defence position— what a coward.

"This snake happens to be an old friend of mine, one that I can trust. Unfortunately for you," Harry sneered, "I do not trust cowards. A coward hides behind deceit and lies. You obviously think I am weak."

Cesar's chest began to heave. "M-my Prince—"

"I am not blind enough to say that you are the only one with these sentiments," Harry admitted, cutting the other male off. "In fact, I do know that most of you in here think I am merely a body for the Dark Lord; someone to give him pleasure."

There was silence.

"However," Harry continued, "I would like to inform you that these ideas are based purely on the prejudices of my body type. I, as your Prince, have the authority to snap your neck, yet I also have the power to reward you. Although I am magically strong, there are many different types of strengths as well. And if you have yet to believe me, ask yourself this simple question; would the Dark Lord have a weak soulmate?"

His words cut like ice. They were cool, his eyes cutting and calculating every movement Cesar did. In the back of his mind, Harry associated him with Lockhart— who was most likely in the crowd— and served to make him even more angry and thirsty for justice.

"I thought not. And he would definitely never have a coward in his bed."

With this said, Harry turned around with his capes billowing behind him, quickly walking back towards the throne. When he sat on Tom's lap, he noticed that said wizard had dilated eyes and a tiny smirk on his face.

"There shall be no winners!" Tom shouted. "Everyone is dismissed!"