Specialis

Specialis (- Secrets )



His world was so hazy in between the darkness that fought to drag him into unconsciousness; the nauseating effects of the portkey hadn’t helped. But he fought back. He had to stay awake just a little longer….



Soothing hisses filled his senses telling him that its ok, that he will live to fight another day, before something smooth and silky seemed to float over his injured body, draping itself gently over him… covering him… hiding him …as he let himself be taken into the darkness, reassured that he would rise out of it again soon.



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The Dark lord entered into his familiars’ private room panting, his face consorted in pain, hurriedly scanning the area for its owner. Where is that blasted ghost? Or his familiar for that matter? He was going to be leaving soon to talk to some very important people and he could even stand on his own, let alone travel 2000 miles!



“Nigini” he hissed, where was she?! “Salazar!”



No answer. Damn it, he needed help.



Walking further into the room with his hand against the soft cream covered walls, he tried again, hissing for his long time friend and mother figure. He stumbled and gripped the nearest mahogany table in the room when pain shot up his left side.



Where had this bloody pain come from?! He could barely think, let alone find its cause. Leading himself to the nearest chair he was about to sit down when something caught his eye.



His blood red eyes focused on the equally red blanket draped over a lump at the other side of the room, looking very out of place. It was too small to be a chair or table, and to big to just be bundled on the floor….



Using the darkly coloured furniture to keep him from stumbling, the Dark Lord made his way over to the lump. He didn’t sense anything threatening towards him.. anyway It can’t be that dangerous that he couldn’t handle, even in his current condition. Nigini would have told him about it before now.



Easing himself down next to the suspicious blanket, he felt an odd sensation of calmness… almost emptiness… like feeling asleep, or … unconsciousness.



Ignoring the pain throughout his body, his eyes caught sight of a patch of pale skin; the blanket obviously had been draped over whatever it is in a hurry.



Reaching out, he touched the skin and instantly flinched back as something sparked where he had made contact. So cold, and …….something familiar, like a connection….



He felt something pull at him, small whispers in his mind to find out what this strange feeling was…



As if in a trance, he reached out again, brushing his fingers against the patch of skin, becoming accustomed to the cool temperature before starting to push against the soft fabric. Moving it higher, running his fingers over the skin he uncovered; the dark lord came across his first shock.



Bruising all shades of yellows and blues covering the persons’ ankle, he had figured it was a person when their foot had the right amount of toes and seemed all normal in proportion but this had shocked him. The bruising was quite obviously caused by another human, if the large hand print circling it was anything to go by.. but why would Nigini keep an injured human.. and hide them?



Putting the questions at the back of his mind, he travelled further up, pushing the fabric out of the way, uncovering the other foot and both lower legs. Brushing his fingers along the backs of the persons’ thigh, the dark lords’ eyes widened as his fingers came away soaked in blood. Concern seeped through his emotions as he stared down at the figure, now seeing where damp patches in the blanket clung to the persons small frame.



Gripping the edge of the blanket, he tore it away from the figure, the sight revealed to him making his heart clench.



A boy, maybe 14 or 15, covered in lashes from what seemed to be a wide, flat whip of some kind, bruising some areas while slicing through skin in others. The boys face covered by his arm in what looked like a defensive stance curled into a ball on his side.



Leaning over him, the dark lord could make out slight indentations in the boys back. His fingers grazed over the marks thinking what could make them… a small box shape with a tiny stick coming up from the bottom? It sounds a lot like a muggle’s…



“Ow” he yelled, his eyes closing to control the pain in his side as he gripped his back.



Breathing heavily his red eyes slowly opened, only to narrow in suspicion at the new found figure in front of him.



Slowly easing him self to lay down next to the bloodied boy, he gently traced a trail from the boys hip, easing the pressure when he felt a small twinge in his own side, until he came to the boys shoulder and messy thick dark hair.



Could it be…?



Moving closer to the boys face, he leaned on his left forearm, using his right hand to run through the thick hair and towards his forehead..



“TOM!”



The dark lord jumped back and turned to face Nigini, feeling much like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.



“Didn’t I teach you better than to go snooping in other peoples rooms without permission” she scolded her motherly instincts surpassing that of Molly Weasley, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that Harry hadn’t been harmed any further and his scar had been kept unseen.



Noticing the box she was moving over towards the boy, Tom’s suspicion rose again.



“Who isss the boy Nigini?” Tom questioned in a light tone, moving himself out of the way of the large serpant as she moved between him and the boy, obviously feeling protective.



“Aren’t you going to be late for your trip, Dear? You sssshould be leaving sssoon”



“Nigini!” he warned.



Nigini bowed her head in defeat “Tom, you can sssee he isss in need of sssome help, I helped to ressssscue him from hissss abusssssive family that didn’t care for him.” She paused, thinking how to word the next part “you have been very busy since you came back, and I had been very lonely after you went.. I just want a bit of company, and I have found that I can get that with this boy. He reminds me of you in a lot of ways..” the last part being hissed very quietly.



There was silence in the room for a few minuets. Tom thinking about what had just been said and the large serpent beginning to open the box and start to levitate small bottles out, placing them next to the injured boy.



“I am ssssorry my friend” Tom spoke at last “I never sssstopped to think about how my downfall would have affected you, you have alwayssss been sssso independent, alwayssss the one to look after me when I needed it” he looked towards the boydeciding to give this to his mother figure without hassle, she would enjoy looking after the boy, just as she had done for him at the orphanage.



“I will not question you anymore then, if it will make you happy” the dark lord smiled at the snake, deciding not to tell her about the connection he seemed to have made with the boy.



Nigini coiled herself around the dark lord affectionately silently telling him that it was ok “Tom, he issss not a threat, but like many people who do not know you, he is scared of you. Be nice please, he really is like you. And you may even grow to like him too”



The Dark Lord scoffed but smiled at her “Would you like any help?” he asked indicating to the healing creams she had removed from the box.



Nuzzling his cheek, the large snake bobbed her head as a yes “Itssss rather hard to be gentle when you don’t have handssss” she joked easing the tension as tom moved them towards the boy.



Quickly sliding from the dark lords shoulders Nigini’s eyes flashed a bright white before Tom had a chance to push the thick hair away from the boys eyes. Giving his familiar a confused glance when the boys face became blurred to his eyes, he decided not to question Nigini’s motives as he began to smooth the healing cream over the injured body.



Wandlessly transfiguring the blanket into a soft feather-stuffed mattress, he managed to hide all the flinches that matched the boys at a particular sensitive spot as his hand glided over his back and front.



Saving the boys dignity, he transfigured another object into a clean blanket and draped it over his bottom half once he had been cleaned of blood and smothered in healing cream.



“Thank you Tom, I’m ssssure he’ll appreciate it, but you’re going to be late” his motherly friend stressed in her hisses.



Feeling completely better, the dark lord stood stretching his muscles before he made his way out of the room.



“Don’t coddle him too much Nigini, but don’t be too sssslack, I don’t want to come home to a whole lot of trouble.." he warned turning back half way out of the door.



“Don’t be sssstupid. I raisssed you didn’t I, the boy will be fine, Dear. Go!”



Laughing the dark lord left for his trip, wondering how his life would change with this new addition that seemed so familiar already.



A/N: Why do repair people take soo long to repair something?? Anyway got my computer back at last, and I got a chapter up. Yay for me.



Thank you so much for all your reviews, and I have something worked out for the Mpreg thing so hopefully everyone will like it :D