Neither Can Survive (Tomarry)

Chapter Eighteen

My chest tightens. I never thought I would live to have an actual wedding. It's surreal, and I don't think I ever would have thought I was going to get married to the man who was supposed to kill me. 

"Hey, cub," Sirius knocks, looking around the door at my. "Ready?"

"I was born ready." 

We exit the little room, and I pause. Tom stood at the alter in the nicest dress robes I've ever seen. He looked...amazing...

"I know you are loving how he looks, but you're actually drooling right now," Sirius whispers, and he laughs as I quickly wipe my face. Tom smirks, giving a small wave. 

I grab onto Sirius' arm as we began to walk down the aisle. Everyone stands up, bowing as I make my way to the alter. When I finally make it to him, my mind is everywhere at once, and I can't control it. 

"Harry," Tom whispers, looking at me with knowing eyes.

"Sorry," I smile sheepishly. 

Before today, Tom warned me that Wizarding Weddings are very different than Muggle ones. First off, the element of magic is added, obviously. So when the rings are placed on the fingers, vows are said, and it's all sealed with a kiss, they're bonded together until death. Hence where the saying "til death do us part" comes from. And once the bonding ceremony is complete, me and Tom can't be away from each other for more than a few hours. If we are, our magic will start going haywire, burning our bodies from the inside out. 

"Do you, our Lord, Harry James Potter, take our Lord-"

"Thomas...Thomas Marvello Riddle," Tom sighs, cheeks burning red, staring into my eyes. 

"-hand in this bond. To be together through sickness and health, life and on?" 

"Yes,"

"And do you, our Lord...Thomas Marvello Riddle...take our Lord, Harry James Potter, in this bond? To be together through sickness and health, life and on?" 

"Yes," 

The bonder hands us each a ring, and we place it onto the other's ring finger. The rings start to emit a deep glow, his a deep red, mine a deep green. 

"To finish the bonding ceremony, you must kiss you groom..." He closes the book, lifting his hands to the air. 

Tom leans in, cupping my face with both of his hands. His kiss is full of kindness and love. A huge cheer goes up, and sparks are sent up into the sky. We both pull away, and he winks at me. 

We leave the alter, hand in hand. I can't stop smiling, it all seems unreal. We stand at the doors of the room to where the party is being held. Hundreds of people come up to us to congratulate us, all the faces blurring together. All but two.

"Sirius, Remus!" I run up, jumping into both their arms. 

"Harry!" Remus squeezes, along with Sirius.  

"As much as this is nice, I'd rather you not kill my husband with a hug," Tom chuckles, holding his hand out. Remus smiles, shaking it, while Sirius goes straight for a hug.

"Sit down, I must go get something," Tom says, kissing my cheek. I go over to a chair with Sirius and Remus and we talk. A few moments later, Tom comes back into the room holding a small package. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment. 

"It's from the three of us,"

"Tom- I didn't get you anything,"

"Hush, just open it."

I slowly peel back the wrapping paper to find the corner of a small painting. Knowing these three, I'm not sure I want to open this in public.

"Harry, it's nothing bad," Tom rolls his eyes. I giggle, open the painting the rest of the way. Suddenly, I feel my heart skip a beat. 

"Tom..." 

"I know,"

Tears stream down my face, but it isn't sadness. I'm met with the wave hand of Eprix, a big smile spread across his face.

I jump into Tom's arms, hugging him with almost as much strength as Remus. "I love it....I love you." 

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Me and Tom walk hand in hand down the streets. Everyone, muggles and Magic alike, stop and stare at us, bowing in our presence. It's been thirty years since we've won The Battle of Hogwarts and we've been slowly taking over the world. And, because of our horcruxes, we don't look a day over our seventh year. Which is good, because it scares the muggles. 

"What do you want to do today?"

"Just walk around," I answer simply. Tom stops in his tracks, causing me to stop. He looks at me with a serious face.

"We've done that for about a week, are you okay?"

"Tom, I'm like forty now and you're-"

"Fucking beautiful, I know," He laughs, kissing me.

"I know, I just want to enjoy this...we have so much ahead of us, let's just...take it easy," I look down at my shoes. 

"Harry?" He lifts my chin up, and I try to look everywhere but his eyes. Those eyes can make anyone spill their deepest, darkest secrets. My eyes on the other hand, they give people a feeling of releif. They just look into them and feel that they're safe. But then I hit them with a cruico, and they wonder what had hit them.

"Tom, have you ever thought about having kids? Not our own, but maybe...hosting them during the summer if they don't have good homes to go back to while school is out,"

"I don't think I've ever thought about it...Why?"

"Because...Because some magical children are still in bad homes, or still with Muggles," I try to explain, not sure if he really understands what I'm trying to get at. "I don't want them to have a childhood like ours," I whisper, remembering what my supposed family did to me. And I know Tom is thinking about what the muggle did to him when he was in that orphanage. 

He brings me to the bed, and wraps his arms around me, playing with my hair. "I can promise you that every child with magical properties will be safe and sound at Hogwarts and magical families...however, if that's what you wish, we can figure out a potential summer program for a select few to study with us?

"And, every month we have Death Eaters checking houses, magical and muggle," He kisses up my neck lovingly. "We give the coming of age kids the magic test, and veritaserum to the rest," Finally, his lips reach mine. The kiss is deep and passionate. "I know how much you care about the kids, especially in Hogwarts,"

"How could you tell?" I deadpan. 

"You visit Hogwarts once or twice a week," He hums. "As long as everyone is under our control, we will have order,"

He's rights. As long at we are at the top, the people at the bottom will bend to our every move. It's kind of like a game of chess:

Me and Tom are the queen and king; The ones who say what goes. The inner circle are the bishops; They listen to us, and respect what we have to say. The Death Eater, or 'Dark Army', are the knights; They will do anything and everything in their power to keep the king and queen alive and safe. The rooks are the Magical students in the schools; They can really only move in one direction, they do what they can to help, and they're doing a really good job. Then brings us to the pawns; Those are the Muggles. They have to listen to us, and follow the rules. They're a distraction, most will say.

Me and Tom have done so much more than what anyone could ever think of doing. We took over a large percentage of the world, and I bet in the next fifty years or so, we'll have complete control of it. All magical children will be safe, and won't have to hide who they are. Me and Tom are trying to make the world a better place for those who have powers, so they don't have to hide who they are anymore. So they don't have to be scared. 

We are going to survive.

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