Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Creatures of the Forest
April 21, 1982- Forests Outside Slytherin Manor, Unplottable Location
Hadrian looked around, eyes widening as he realized he could see the pretty trees all around himsel- Hadrian gasped as he saw the horseys that were near him. One of the horseys was black and was very pretty and he could see the shadows were wrapped all around it. Hadrian shook his head slightly. No, the shadows were a part of the horseys, not unattached from it.
The other one was just as pretty in Hadrian's opinion, as it was a horsey that was a pure white, completed with a stick on its face. Hadrian frowned as he wondered if his new friend was all right, since he didn't think it was normal to have a long pokey thing between your eyes. Hadrian knew that nobody he had seen before-not even Nagini- had something sticking of their face. Hadrian's brow scrunched up in confusion, his gaze questioning. Did it hurt? He hoped the horsey wasn't hurting.
He unsteadily got to his feet, stumbling towards the white 'horsey' with a questioning look on his face.
"Kay?" The Slytherin Heir questioned as he pointed to thingy that was still on the horsey's face. The supposedly hurt unicorn directed its light-energy towards the toddler. Hadrian stared on in fascination as the light touched his body, and radiated a sense of contentedness and peace, as if to reassure Hadrian that the horn wasn't hurting it.
Hadrian sagged in relief, realizing that his new friend was all right, and then tentatively let his own mix of light-shadows touch both of the animals. He giggled when the horseys let their lights and shadows mix together, as if welcoming the young Slytherin Heir to the place with the pretty trees. Hadrian's smile was stretched wide across his face as he unconsciously let his unbiased aura fill up the secluded clearing, relishing in the strange freedom he felt along with it.
-HCR-
April 21, 1982- Tom's Office, Slytherin Manor, Unplottable Location
Tom sighed as he finished going through his newest proposal for the Wizengamot, running his hands up his face and through his hair in exhaustion. His panic attack had sucked most of the life out of his body, making Tom wish that he could just crawl into bed with his Lillian, as he would wait for the nightmares to overtake him once again.
The Dark Lord nearly shuddered at the reminder of what the rest of the night would hold for him. Tom hated that even after so many years of separation from his days of weaknesses, his haunted memories could still creep up on him during the most inconvenient of times, much like they had earlier that day.
Tom unconsciously sent a burst of affection through the bond to Lillian as he thought about his bonded. Tom knew that a lot of his success in erasing the prejudice against the Dark aspects of Magic was due to his Lillian's influence on him. Lillian certainly lived up to-and even surpassed- her status as the Dark Lady, he thought with a fond smile.
His bonded had the uncanny ability to emotionally detach herself from any given situation and deliver a solution through the use of cold and harsh logic, no matter her position in the matter. It was this trait that allowed her to soothe Tom's more violent-and sometimes illogical- tendencies with her reasonable solutions. Tom was absolutely certain that without her, he would have become an unstably violent ruler that was hell-bent on revenge, uncaring as he let the world burn around him.
Besides, he wouldn't have half of the followers-nor the unwavering loyalty of them- if he had proceeded with his plan of offing over six billion humans-even if they were muggles. He would have likely exposed the wizarding world to the muggles before they were ready to face them- and win. After all, Tom knew exactly how cruel muggles could be, which was proved by the scars that still adorned his form.
Every silvery mark reminded him of what they had to loose if he failed. Dumbledore's end goal was peaceful co-existence with muggles and Tom was set on making sure that would never happen. The wizarding world could never be discovered before they were sure they had an incredible advantage over them.
Tom was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the figure of his bonded leaning against the door frame until his magic was fully wrapped in hers, letting out a contented hiss at the close contact with its bonded, its mate.
Tom swallowed as he was suddenly hit with waves of desire at the sight of his bonded's lithe frame casually leaning against the entrance to his office. Her face was half hidden by shadows, half illuminated by the moonlight, lids lowered as she started to feel the affects of his desire as it shot across their bond. Tom was hit with a wave of an unnamed maelstrom of emotions as he saw the way his Lillian's lips sensually curved into a coy smile. This ethereal creature of dark beauty was all his. She was his. Nothing would ever take her away from him, because he would protect her, cherish her and love her with everything he was capable of.
Lillian slowly swayed over to him and turned his high-backed office chair till it was facing her. She slowly sank down on his lap, her legs on either side of his own so she was effectively straddling him. Lillian's gaze burned through him, branding his soul as her own. She pushed her hair over her shoulder so that it cascaded down one side in mesmerizing waves the color of darkened blood as she leaned in to state both of their desires.
Their kiss started out slowly, lips molding together in sensual dance of passion. It was a slow, seductive kiss that brought out their innermost feelings for the other as their magic came together in an equally passionate embrace.
In an instant, as if a switch was turned on, their kiss turned into a desperately passionate clash of teeth and tongue as they allowed their carnal desires to become physically known. Even when they parted due to lack of oxygen, Lillian immediately turned her attentions to Tom's exposed neck, nipping and marking the pale smooth skin. Tom's head fell back in elation as Lillian's ministrations ripped a low throaty moan from deep within him.
In turn his hands took a possessive grip on Lillian's hips as he brought their hips together in a rush of pleasure from them both. Lillian gasped in ecstasy at Tom's movement, throwing her head back as her lids fluttered at the sudden pleasure that coursed through her veins.
Tom took the opportunity map out a fiery trail of pleasure down the smooth column of Lillian's neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point until he heard the rewarding sounds of Lillian's gasping moan as she gripped his broad shoulders in fierce hold. The pain due to Lillian's nails digging into his skin only spurred him on as he worshipped her body, making sure that every bit of revealed skin received his attention.
Lillian pulled his head up so she could desperately plunge her tongue into Tom's mouth, moaning as Tom reciprocated the action, driving her desperate with need. Lillian directed her magic and it responded, vanishing both her and Tom's clothing until it was just them; skin against skin. Their lips parted, drawing ragged breath from the Lord and Lady of the Dark Sect. Tom hissed out a breath at her actions as the waves of pleasure at their movements over each other's bare skin nearly tore him apart.
He tightened his grip on Lillian's hips, gritting his teeth at the sound of Lillian's disappointed whimper as he stilled their grinding movements. It would be pointless to finish before they even started. With that thought in mind, he guided Lillian down onto him, groaning at his minx as she tightened her inner muscles around him on purpose.
He slammed up into her in retaliation, driving the mischievous emotions away from Lillian as she cried out in surprise. Lillian's breathing became more labored and transformed into high-pitched breathy moans as Tom continued to drive her mad with pleasure, driving into her with reckless abandon.
Lillian started moving down to meet his continued thrusts, nearly screaming as he hit her right there. She felt her aura combine with Tom's completely as he kept nailing that one delicious spot over and over. She was vaguely aware that she was babbling out a string of words as her Tom used his hold on her hips to drive her down even harder onto him. She didn't know how much she could last because it was just- oh oh oh!Lillian's orgasm tore through her with the force of a tsunami just as Tom bit down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
Tom was still thrusting up into her, causing electric like spasms to rocket through her veins as she tried to move again through the haze that had settled over her mind. Lillian ground down onto Tom as she tried to cause the same amount of pleasure he had given her. Tom's pace slowed down slightly at her pleasurable movements before pounding with the force of a thunderstorm.
A few hard thrusts later, he stiffened as his own release coursed through him, causing the waves of pleasure to crash over him and take him under. He buried his face into Lillian's collarbone as they slowly rode out their release. Their magical auras-which had become physically visible during their passionate actions- calmed, slowly entwining and mixing with the other as their magic exuded contentedness at their close proximity.
Tom exhaled slowly, placing soft and tender kisses from Lillian's collarbone to her lips before slowly kissing her, sighing into her mouth as she slowly moved her swollen lips against his own. Tom was sure that there was nothing that would, or could ever cause making love to his Lillian to be less than earth-shattering.
Tom helped Lillian slip back into her clothing, giving soft open mouth kisses to her skin as it was slowly covered up by silky cloth of her nightgown. When they were both dressed again, Tom took her in his arms and apparated into their bedchambers, intent on holding his bonded in his arms for the rest of the night.
Of course, that never happened.
Tally, one of the house elves of Slytherin Manor, came bursting into their room in a tearful state. Tom had immediately jumped out of bed, demanding what caused the elf to come into their room-uninvited- in such a state.
Tally tried to tell him, but he could only understand some words due to the distressed house elf's sobbing. Tom encased the elf in his magical aura-which was in a contented state due to his, ah, closeness with Lillian just minutes ago-and waited as the elf slowly calmed down.
When Tom deemed her to be coherent enough, he tilted Tally's head upward so her could look into her mind and see what was distressing his loyal house elf. Once Tom saw what had Tally so upset, he froze.
Hadrian was missing.