𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴

/𝘛 𝘞 𝘌 𝘕 𝘛 𝘠 𝘛 𝘏 𝘙 𝘌 𝘌- 𝘚 𝘓 𝘠 𝘛 𝘏 𝘌 𝘙 𝘐 𝘕/

SLYTHERIN MANOR AND SLYTHERIN'S DESCENDANTS

The two Slytherin descendants apparated back home. Tom worriedly looked at his cousin, who seemed out of it. He knew that this was the after-effects of creating a horcrux, she would just stay tired for a couple of days and then that's it, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying.

"Maybe you should get some rest, Belladona."

"I'm fine." Morgana insisted as they walked into the library, both of them greeting Salazar and started looking for books.

Tom pulled out a book and sat down on the couch by the fireplace. He frowned worriedly when his cousin sat next to him, rubbing her eyes. "You should go to bed-"

"I'm not tired." mumbled Morgana as she laid her head on his shoulder without even realizing it, making Tom's heart melt.

Tom slung an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer as he started reading, "Whatever you say, Bella."

He chuckled as he realized that she was already asleep. "Are my descendants going soft?" hissed Salazar, glaring at them with no real intensity behind.

"Shut up, Salazar."

♥︎

The next day, Morgana stretched as she sat up in bed. She sighed as she realized that she still was tired.

The door opening caught her attention. She couldn't stop the smile growing on her face as Tom walked in with a tray of breakfast behind him,

"I've brought breakfast for you, knowing you're still tired. I've also got you books from the library downstairs. You needn't get out of bed today." He said as he pointed to the books that floated to her bedside table.

Morgana smiled, making Tom do a double-take, "Thank you, Marvolo."

♥︎

As the days passed, Morgana was back to her old self and the cousins became closer than ever. "So, when are you announcing that you're back?" questioned Morgana as they ate dinner.

Tom looked thoughtful as he took a sip of his glass of water, "I suppose when you're done with your education."

"So in two years?"

"Probably. Maybe even Three." answered Tom, "Although, I think a visit to the Malfoys should be in order."

Morgana gave him a questioning look, "Why?"

"I need to talk to Lucius. He has my real journal horcrux-"

"Diary." corrected Morgana with a teasing smirk.
Tom rolled his eyes fondly, "Journal. Anyways, he has it and I need it back. I've thought about the places I hid all my horcruxes and I just realized how egoistical- no do not tease me, Belladona-" he immediately said as he saw his cousin's smirk grow and then continued,

"How egoistical i used to be. It would be better if the horcruxes were near me just like how yours is on your finger all the time."

Morgana nodded, "Alright..May I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"How old are you?" teased Morgana. Tom choked on his water, "..I am actually younger than you think."

"So you're not 100? That's a shame." She mumbled.

His lips quirked up, "I was born in 1926."

Morgana looked calculated as she leaned back on her chair, "So you're..67?"

Tom rolled his eyes, but still had a smile on his face. "Yes."

"Circe.." mused Morgana.