Through the Window

The three stood before the statue of Salazar Slytherin. Tom and Riddle were spelling it cleaner while Harry worked on the floors and walls. Though he wasn't the best at the cleaning spells, he gradually got better by the time he reached the front of the chamber.

If this was what they had seen when they first entered the chamber, he could see why they fell in love with it. It only made their separation even more tragic.

Harry stared from ass to ass as they impatiently cleaned the statue free of any dirt. After he averted his attention, he noticed their colouration. Even after all the spells they used, they had barely lost any vibrancy.

"You both look well, even after all that spellwork," Harry commented, having changed his gaze back to Tom's ass.

It was often concealed by his cloak, something that had beem thrown off, and his pants were so well-fitted -

"Love? Love? I know my ass is great. But I'm trying to talk to you." Tom snapped his fingers.

Fire erupted over Harry's face. "Er, yeah?"

"I have a theory." Tom smiled at him. "The less physical we are, the less magic we use. Thus, we can use more magic later if we just save time. I don't think it takes too much magic to keep form - obviously, it took more initially to form us physically - but I'll have to research more."

"We talked and decided to stay physical the least amount possible. We don't want to drain you any more than we already are." Riddle leaned forward and ruffled Harry's hair.

It had been stirring in Harry's thoughts for a while. How much did they take? Emotions are magic - love being the strongest. Was that why he seemed to be tired randomly? He banished those thoughts. He'd give anything to keep them around.

"Come on! Let's explore!" Harry tugged Tom and Riddle along.

They grinned wide as they let him guide them through the chamber.

Inside was a long, stretching ash-coloured hallway with silver accents beside the candelabras. Flames flickered on the moment he stepped foot in. The air was semi-musty as if the walls had been made from dirt instead of wallpaper and wood.

It felt right.

He burst through the first blackened door without any hesitation.

Inside was a vast room with an arched ceiling. Fabric dummies lined the walls, wooden wands were drawn at the ready. At the back were weapons of all sorts of shapes and sizes. Along the entirety of the training room were mirrors.

Tom squeezed his hand.

"I used to go here all the time." He reminisced. "Almost every day. I fought until I was about to drop. I rested just enough to defend myself and went to bed. Class, training, bed, I followed that cycle from when I discovered this place to when I was barred from it due to Myrtle's death."

Riddle hummed in agreement.

"Yeah! And then you found that one basilisk-dragon egg." Harry happily commented.

Tom grew still.

"I never told you that." He stated, his tone indiscernible.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, well, it was in the diary."

Tom let go of his hand. "You read my diary?"

"Well... yeah. I saw there was writing in it and I - "

"You don't just read someone's diary!" He exclaimed. He stepped away from Harry. Away.

Harry scrambled to think of any sort of excuse. "Well - I - I wanted some insight - "