Harry Potter And The Inheritance

Chapter 15

I didn't even bother to follow who spays which line, I just closed my eyes and listened. I gripped Panic's hand tighter and pushed myself further in Manic's neck, then whined quietly at the thought of them leaving after they send their message.

"Message received. Now just stay here for a little longer, brothers. You're very comfortable." I said with a small, dazed smile, then yawned. They chuckled, but when they processed my words, their faces fell and I groaned.

"Are the nightmares back?" they questioned softly, at the same time. Gawd, were they telepathic or something?!

"They never left." I muttered and they sighed. They looked at each other, briefly, then abruptly stood me up and dragged me out of the hall, ignoring everyone else. They took me down several corridors, till they reached the seventh floor, where the Room of Requirement was. Fred placed me on his hip, while George paced in front of the wall three times and a door appeared. We entered the room that looked exactly like my room at the manor. I felt like crying from exhaustion and happiness, but I held the tears in. Fred sat me on the bed and let George undress me down to my boxers, then undressed themselves and laid us on the soft surface, then covered us with a blanket.

"Sleep, brother. We will wake you up when the other two will arrive. We've already told Mcgonagall and Snape that we won't be in class today and they agreed after they saw how tired you were. It's okay, Hades. You can rest now." they told me, then kissed my forehead. And with that I let myself succumb to the welcoming and hopefully peaceful darkness.

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I woke up from my fitful dream to hushed voices, but I didn't panic, I was well  acquainted to those voices. They were my true friends. If I remembered correctly, I was in the RoR. Yes, yes, that's right, the twins brought me here! I was safely tucked into George, my head under his chin, while Fred was hugging me from behind. They were warm and smell good. Whom ever they chose as their lover will be a lucky bastard. I felt gentle fingers stroke my hair, more specific, Luna's. She was going to be a great mother; she basically oozed love and safety and she was great at telling stories.

"Wakey, wakey, little brother. The moon is almost up. Badger is on his way. You need to get dressed." Manic whispered in my ear, shaking me gently. I whined and pressed myself further into Panic. I was so tired I didn't even hex Manic for trying to wake me.

"My other half is right, you need to get up and dressed before Nev arrives. Wouldn't want to give him a heart attack if he sees us on the bed, naked, would we?" he cooed, then poked my scales, making me unwillingly giggle. I could literally feel their mischievous smirks before they jumped me, tickling me until I couldn't breathe from laughter.

"I yield! I yield! Manic! Panic! Please!" they stopped, leaving me panting in the middle of the bed. I slowly got off the bed and stretched until every bone in my body, including my wings, popped, making me groan loudly and sigh. I imagined what I wanted to wear and it appeared on the bed.(N/A: photo on top)

I put them on, then turned to see that the twins were already in pijamas. Unlike me, they had T-shirts on and some brown robes. I glanced at Luna and saw her staring at my chest, but it wasn't my great physique that caught her interest but the scars. I sighed slightly and strode up to her and hugged her, trading my fingers through her blonde hair.

When I pulled back, she kissed my cheek, then turned around just as Nev entered and embraced him. Nev took turns to hug each of us, then said:

"Nice ink, Had!" looking at my collarbone and then at my hip. "But where's the lion? Did you leave him at the manor?" I nodded, looking confused. He smirked. "I recognised Ambrose Cromwell under that glamour of his and saw him bowing to you before he left. I know he is a Death Eater, so he would bow to only three people: Voldemort, his consort, or his son. You are neither The Dark Lord nor Bellatrix, which means you're their lost son, Hadrian Xantos Riddle. How did I do?" he explained. The twins were gaping, Luna was smiling fondly at her mate and I was smirking.