Harry Potter's Ghoul Inheritance

Tom's First Meal

Harry's POV.

I take Tom to the same alley I use when I go hunting. Allowing him to get a feel for what he needs to do, before just letting him run free. I see two guys ganging up on this pair of women, I point them out to Tom. I change my eyes to my ghoul eyes, motioning him to do the same. He closes his eyes and when he opens them they are the same as mine. I nod, telling him he accomplished it. We head over and grab the two men, before going back into the shadows, and apparating to a more secluded space, like the woods. 

"Now, here, there is no one around for miles. So, you can let them go and let them try to escape. This is if you want to toy with your food, or to actually hunt them, like the animals they are. If you don't want to hunt or toy with them, you can either eat them like this, or you can stun them first, then eat them," I explain to him.

He nods and just goes in and eats the guy he had. I let mine run, I don't need to eat again, but I want to. So, I let the guy run and let him get a few miles away. I let my lower back kagune out, using them to push me off the ground after the guy.

When I returned I was covered in blood, as was Tom.

"Are meals always this messy?" He asks.

"No. Usually the first few are, then you learn how to do it without making a mess. If you decide to play with your food a little, it will be messy as well, since you are playing in their blood and stuff," I explain to him. "Are you full, or do you need more? Ghouls can last up to two months on one body, however, the first meal is always a little tricky. Especially the longer you wait," I tell him.

"No, I am stuffed. The first time I have eaten without throwing up in almost a month," Tom tells me.

"I see. When I woke up, after my inheritance, which I never felt, I woke up hungry. I ate my aunt and my cousin. Then I tortured my uncle to death. They deserved everything they got and more," I tell him, my voice full of disgust.

"What happened the night of your inheritance?" Tom asks.

"Well, I was yanked from the cupboard I was staying in. I was dragged up to the spare room, which is used to torture me, and tied to a whipping post. I got around 50 lashings this time, it was less than last time. Anyway, after the fifty, a priest showed up, performed an exorcism with acid. After the priest left, my uncle kicked and punched me. He broke several ribs, ruptured a few organs and cracked my skull. When he left I passed out, completely unaware of the changes my body was going through," I explain to him, rubbing my neck out of nerves and shame.

He looks at me in shock and empathy, not pity. I smile a bittersweet smile, before taking his hand and apparating us back to the manor. When we arrive, we quickly book it to Tom's room, so he can clean up, I just cast a cleaning spell and move on in life. He looks at me, seeing I am clean and smacks his forehead. I laugh a little, then watch as he casts a cleaning spell before we leave his room.

Everyone immediately jumps us, verbally not physically. We both hold our hands up and they all silence.

"Now, we had to leave for an important issue. It involved muggle London, so no one knew who Tom was, only two people really saw him and I, and they are both dead, so it is ok," I explain to them.

"Why did you need to leave?" Sirius asks.

"It was due to an unforeseen issue with the ritual. Using Harry's blood did actually bring forth the creature in him, in me as well," Tom tells them.

"So, you are a ghoul too?" Barty asks.

"Yes. I also learned a little about Harry's past, which is terrifying," He adds.

"He never did explain anything to me at Hogwarts, just that he was abused," Barty tells the crowd.

"That makes sense, no one wants to admit to being abused. It makes people feel weak," Sirius explains.

"Anyway. I think it would be best if I stay with Tom for a bit, help him get used to being a ghoul. Plus it will be nice to have someone to talk to at night," I tell them, looking at Sirius and Lucius.

"Of course, Harry, you are welcome to stay here, at the Manor with Tom and us," Lucius says.

Sirius adds on to that, "And Tom is allowed to stay at 12 Grimmauld Place with us, for when Harry wants to come home."

"Thank you, both of you. If it ever becomes too much for either of you, please, let me know, I can easily work out other living arrangements," I tell both Lucius and Sirius.

The two families smile warmly at the two of us, adding things like it isn't a problem and such.

Shortly after Sirius and Remus leave. We had decided it would be easier if Tom got used to his new creature in an area he is used too.

The Malfoys head off to bed, leaving me and Tom to discuss some other needed information.

"How have you been sleeping?" I ask him.

"I only get a few hours of sleep a night, but still feel refreshed enough to face the day," Tom tells me.

"That is normal. Ghouls only sleep for three hours. However, magic doesn't affect us, neither do potions, or muggle weapons. We are extremely hard to kill," I tell him.

"So, I do not need my Horcruxes any more?" He asks, looking hopeful at that.

"Nope. Speaking of that, I have one. The locket one. I found it at Sirius's place, the house-elf there told me that Regulus told him to destroy it, but he never figured out how," I tell him.

"Huh. Well, Regulus is dead now, so oh well. Can I get it back, please? I want to collect as many of my Horcruxes that I can before Dumbledore gets any ideas since one was already destroyed," Tom requests.

I take the locket out of my pocket and hand it to him. 

"Can I see your grimoire now?" Tom asks, looking like a child on Christmas morning.

I nudge him to his room and pull the grimoire out, letting him look through it. After he gets through a few, he is looking a little pale. "These make the crucio and sectumsempra look like a skinned knee, in comparison," he says, looking at me, amazed.

"What can I say, it's a gift. Most of those I had wanted to use on the Dursleys, only using a few on Vernon," I tell him.

He comes across some of the healing spells I had made, stopping at the Dementor Healing spell.

"You can heal the effects of dementor exposure?" Tom asks, looking extremely hopeful.

"Yep. I used it on Barty and on Sirius, though Sirius is not aware that I did," I admit to Tom.

"If I were to break my followers out of Azkaban, would you mind using it on them?" He asks me.

"Not a problem. Under one circumstance," I tell him.

"What do you want?" He asks, looking cautious.

"I join you as an equal, not another death eater. Thus making your followers listen and respect me just as much as they respect you," I tell him.

"Deal. We will plan later, for now, I want to sleep a little," Tom tells me, handing me the grimoire back.

I smile, knowing my plan is going well, before deciding to get some sleep as well.