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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Major_Character_Death, Rape/
      Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter/Voldemort, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
      |_Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, NSFW, Smut, Warnings_will_be_in_the_chapters,
      Otherwise_there_will_be_too_many_tags_at_the_end_of_this...
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      Published: 2017-05-25 Updated: 2017-10-08 Chapters: 14/? Words: 68755
****** 100 Kinks Challenge ******
by TosMichiyo
Summary
     A gift from me to you all, since somewhere during these two weeks I
     reached more than 100 subscribers.
     A 100 Kinks Challenge, all of it will feature Tomarry or Harrymort. I
     found this Challenge on Tumblr and decided to do this as a gift to
     you all.
     Ideas or prompts for kinks are welcome!
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any characters!
     Like said in the summary of the story, this is my gift for all the
     readers/subscribers out there.
     Thank you very much!!
     Hope you all enjoy and all mistakes are my own, since I don’t have a
     beta-reader for this. If anyone is willing to beta-read it, please
     let me know :).
      
     Warnings: adult video making.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
**** Kissing/Blowjob: ****
If there was one thing Tom prided himself in, it was his charms and his good
looks. He was very aware of how handsome he was and he didn’t hide it.
Even at a young age he used it to get whatever he wanted, selling his body
became a concept that he eventually didn’t shy away from when he got older.
Anything to make some money. He lived for far too long in the gutter and he
would do anything to never fall so deep again.
Nowadays however, he was still surprised by how far he had come. A satin robe
covered his nude body, as he watched how they were preparing the new set. A
hotel bedroom, with beautiful green sheets.
Nowadays selling his body made him money and he loved every second of it. He
didn’t care that the whole world saw him naked and having sex with other
people. He revelled in it even, though he was careful to never let it show too
much.
But Tom knew he loved the way his partners unravelled underneath him, caught in
the pleasure that he gave them. He loved the power he had over them in these
moments.
And he even got money for it. So Tom was quite satisfied with his life now.
Thinking back on the orphanage and his darker days did nothing to stop him from
feeling content in the here and now.
Today was another day and this day would be strange, considering he would be
filmed together with Harry Potter. Another one who just like him was famous in
this industry.
Yet their paths had never crossed before and it wasn’t like Tom hadn’t had sex
before with males, some of his fans even wanted it. His fans enjoyed him
sucking off his partners or fucking them harder than he ever did with a female.
Tom sighed deeply, as his eyes glanced around the room. He saw the other male
standing there, his expression was slightly closed off, but Tom could still see
it, a small flicker of uncertainty and doubt.
Harry’s stance was rigid, like he was more preparing to run than to stay and
when their eyes met he saw how the male blushed deeply.
Tom blinked and cocked his head to the side. Harry’s reaction was truly
interesting and from what he knew about Harry’s career, the male never bottomed
before. Tom had stated from the very start, even writing it inside his
contract, he would never bottom.
Was that the reason why Harry was so nervous? Or was it something else
entirely? He saw a redheaded male next to the black-haired speak to him and
their gaze broke.
Tom’s lips curved slightly upwards. This would prove to be interesting.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Heey mate, are you alright?” Ron asked him and Harry focused on his friend.
“You are as red as a tomato!” Ron exclaimed.
Harry’s eyes grew wide, horrified. Several people around them stopped and
watched them, laughing or giggling before continuing on their way.
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious…” Harry muttered, looking away, but not
looking back to Riddle either.
“You can still stop this, you know.” Ron said, seeing his friend’s hesitancy.
Harry shook his head. “No, so many people always wanted to see the two of
together and now finally the Death Eater organisation and Phoenix made it
happen.” Harry said.
Harry had been shocked when he had entered the Phoenix office building a few
weeks ago and Albus Dumbledore told him about their sudden contact with the
Death Eater. Both ran business in filming adult videos for entertainment.
Yet because of that they were often very competitive, yet this time around it
was different. The two top male stars from both organisations would film
together today. Harry had cursed loudly when he heard this.
Tom Riddle… he always had a crush on the other male, but to actually have sex
with him, was almost like a dream come true. Tom could quite easily play with
his partners, bringing them to the edge of orgasm and back.
Stories were told that the male was a master at sucking cock and his hands were
almost magical that could bring so much pleasure.
So of course Harry was nervous, but he couldn’t back down now. He had agreed to
this too after all. He had no idea how many series or videos they were gonna
shoot together, but secretly he hoped a lot. He could get closer to Tom Riddle
then, even though people often said that he was a kind of loner.
Harry could see that, as his eyes went back to the brown-haired male. The black
satin robe flowed over his body and Harry wondered if he was already nude
underneath it.
Harry suppressed a sigh as he looked at the set, which resembled a hotel room.
It was nearly finished now. “You’re far braver than me…” Ron whispered softly.
Harry snorted. “You don’t even like the looks of Tom Riddle.” Harry muttered
back and Ron laughed.
“No, I prefer that he never touches me.” Ron said. Harry was grateful that his
friend was here, it helped ease the nerves, even for a little bit.
“Attention!!” A voice screamed and Harry looked at the person who now held
everyone’s attention. It was the Ceo of Death Eater, a man named Gellert
Grindelwald if Harry wasn’t mistaking. Albus Dumbledore was standing next to
him, smiling at them all. “The set is almost ready, so everyone finish the last
tasks and Tom and Mr. Potter get ready as well.”
Harry felt the nerves flutter through him at those words and his eyes met Tom’s
once more. The brown-haired male smiled at him and with courage that he didn’t
quite feel he made his way to the other male, after saying goodbye to Ron.
“Hello, Mr. Potter.” Tom said in greeting when he got close enough. Harry
ignored his beating heart, which seemed like it was trying to break out of his
chest.
“Hello…” He muttered. He saw Tom’s eyes glance over him, as if seeing him for
the first time, but when their eyes met again Tom’s smile widened. “I must say,
your videos don’t do you any justice.” Tom whispered silkily.
Harry tried, he really tried fighting down his blush, but he knew he failed
when his face heat up anyway. “I could say the same…” Harry whispered back,
eyes staring intently at Tom’s.
Tom chuckled lowly. “I think we will get along just fine, won’t we Harry?” The
way Tom almost seemed to purr his name only made Harry’s cock twitch in obvious
interest.
Harry inwardly cursed however, if only the male’s voice was able to already
bring him in such a state. “Y-yes.” Harry got out and Tom seemed rather amused
or pleased. Harry couldn’t quite read the other’s expression.
“Set is ready! Actors please take your places.” Albus screamed through the
megaphone. Tom and Harry both winced, since Albus wasn’t that far away from
them and Tom sent a quick glare to the elder male, who merely smiled and walked
away.
Harry gathered all his courage and walked over to the bed. Cameras were placed
all around them and he shrugged off his shirt, pulling it over his head. Ron
had come up to them and he handed it over to his friend. He also made to move
and remove his pants, but hands stopped him.
Harry looked up at Tom, who merely smiled at him. The other male was already
completely naked and Harry swallowed audibly, as he fought himself not to look
to far down yet.
Ron was pulled away from the set by someone that Harry didn’t recognize as Tom
turned them around and pushed him down on the bed.
This was not what had been standing in the script that Harry had received, both
of them should start naked, lying on the bed.
And despite that Tom was completely naked, Harry felt far more vulnerable as
Tom’s eyes roamed over his body with a hungry gaze. He recognized that gaze…
Tom was famous for it, because fans went wild because of it.
Tom’s lips turned upwards as he took a step closer and Harry sat back up a bit
as Tom opened his trousers, slowly pulling the zipper down. Those blue eyes
never leaving his and it left Harry breathless.
Harry silently shifted upwards as Tom removed his trousers and briefs in one
go, leaving him completely naked, as Tom hovered above him.
When Tom leaned down Harry already closed his eyes, his heart beating louder
and louder with every second that passed. Tom’s lips moved against his own and
the kiss was gentle and sweet and Harry enjoyed it so much that he could
already feel his arousal stirring.
Tom must have felt it as the lips against his curved upwards, while his hips
pushed down, rubbing their cocks against each other. Harry tangled his fingers
in Tom’s hair, noticing how sleek and soft it felt.
Tom licked over his lips and willingly Harry opened his mouth, letting the
other in. No other male or woman he had kissed could compare to this, never. Or
maybe he always had a certain weak spot for Tom Riddle, since the first time he
saw the handsome male on screen.
Their tongues battled against each other and Harry forced his eyes open, he
wanted to see him. The sounds of the cameras recording around them seemed to
fade away as Harry focused completely on Tom.
The brown-haired male pulled back a bit and Harry let his head roll back when
teeth scared over his sensitive neck. A hand also wrapped around his member and
slowly started to pump it. “Oh god…” Harry groaned out as he felt a thumb
circle over his slit after rubbing the underside of his glans.
Tom chuckled lowly. “Just Tom is good enough, Harry.”
Harry looked at Tom, who smiled at him as he slowly made his way down, kissing
and licking all the way. Harry had bit his bottom lip when Tom had actually bit
down on his left nipple. His breathing was ragged the moment Tom lied down in
between his legs.
This was not in the script either or was it? Harry’s mind was a mess and he
didn’t know if Tom was just merely improvising or not. He could not deny the
rush of arousal and lust seeing the handsome male in between his legs.
His cock twitched at the sight and Tom smile turned into a smirk seeing it.
“Like it, don’t you?”
Harry closed his eyes as Tom licked over his shaft, before slowly sucking it
into his warm mouth. Harry carded a hand through Tom’s hair, silently urging
him to take him deeper, which he did. Still Harry’s hips shot upwards with a
low moan.
“Fuck…” Harry gasped. He had a terrible feeling he wasn’t going to last long
like this. This was embarrassing…
Tom didn’t seem to notice it or ignore the warning signs that Harry was
reaching his climax far too soon, the other male just kept bobbing his head and
sucking him. Thinking back on it later Harry would realise that Tom ignored the
signs.
Harry’s grip tightened in Tom’s hair, as he tried to pull him away, letting him
silently know that it was too much. Tom’s fingers moved swiftly, one finger
probing against his anus and the others rolled his balls through those indeed
magical fingers. “Tom…” Harry got out, but when Tom sucked hard on his glans,
trailing his tongue over it as well, Harry’s words got caught up in a moan.
Tom also moaned around his cock, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.
Harry felt deeply ashamed as his whole body shook and convulsed as his orgasm
ripped through him. He lay there eyes closed and panting heavily as Tom moved
up, kissing all to the way to his lips.
Something salty was on his lips and Harry’s eyes shot open as Tom licked his
lip slowly and then swallowed whatever he still had inside his mouth. Harry
would forever deny that his cock twitch at the sight and he wanted nothing more
than to bury himself and hide away for the rest of his life.
“You weren’t supposed to come yet!” Gellert screamed and Tom only laughed as he
got up, Harry noticed the other was still fully erect, but he lost all of his
courage after what had happened, otherwise he would have asked if Tom needed a
hand with it...
“Don’t worry, Gellert. We have more than enough time to do the scene again.”
Tom said as he accepted his robe, glancing towards him over his shoulder as
Harry slowly got up. The smirk on Tom’s face was almost predatory and Harry had
the sudden feeling he had just became a prey.
***** Dad *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry has a daddy kink with his father.
Chapter Notes
     This was honestly my first time writing something like this…
     I don’t know how well it turned out, but I must say it was quite…
     different. Don’t know if that is the right word, it was certainly an
     adventure XD. I made some time in my busy schedule this weekend to
     write this XD. Now I am off to bed, way too tired lol.
     All mistakes are still my own and there might be some I overlooked
     since I am too tired XD.
     Requested by Lilyth369, so this is for you ^-^!
     I hope you all like it and please mind the warnings for this chapter!
     Warnings: Incest, Daddy kink
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Dad: ****
Harry knew how wrong it was, but it didn’t change his feelings or his desires
at all. Knowing how wrong it all was, only made him want it more.
His father was handsome, there was no denying this. People could often easily
see they were related in one way or another. The only thing Harry got from his
mother were his eyes and the colour of his hair, darker than his father’s brown
coloured hair. Yet whenever Harry said that Tom was actually his father, people
still stared wide-eyed at them.
Harry couldn’t blame them. His father had been young when his mother got
pregnant after all and then when his mother died he had been forced to take
care of his young son on his own. Tom Riddle had only been 19 back then and had
admitted to Harry later on that they hadn't planned to get a child while they
were so young, meaning it had been an accident. Yet people often complimented
his father on it, for Harry knew he turned into a nice young man and they
admired Tom Riddle for raising his son on his own, after Lily had passed away.
If only they knew of their hidden desires. Yet his father said that no matter
what, this secret must be kept inside the family and Harry listened to him. He
also knew what could happen if this got out.
People would look down upon them or be disgusted, instead of looking up or
admiring them. Worse case scenario, his father would be imprisoned if the
people of Little Hangleton played their cards right. Harry would never let
anything like that happened. No, this was their little secret.
Harry grinned as he thought back on how it had all started. Like every teenager
he started to get a sexual urge, yet every damn fantasy he had involved males
and one male in particularly. Back then he lost count of how many times he had
jerked himself off while imagining his father doing things to him that most
people would find disgusting.
Not even Cedric got close to the image of his father. No, Harry hated to accept
it at first that no one could arouse him as well as his own father, his own
flesh and blood. He tried to keep his feelings in check back then, afraid that
even his father would find him disgusting and would disown him or throw him out
of the house.
Never in his wildest dreams had Harry expected the fetish would go both ways.
He had a daddy kink and it seemed like his father didn’t shy away from it
either.
“What are you thinking about?” His father asked him from the other couch and
Harry hummed softly, seeing how his father’s eyes were fixed upon him in a
rather hungry gaze.
“About you fucking me senseless, dad.” Harry replied. His grin widened as he
saw his father’s eyes dilate in lust.
His father let out a soft chuckle. “You grew rather bold, didn’t you, son?”
Harry shrugged, his grin only widening even more. “What can I say? I learned
from the best.” This only pleased his father more as a grin appeared on that
handsome face. His father was arrogant and both of them knew it.
“I bet you can put that pretty little mouth to a better use, don’t you agree,
Harry?” His father said seductively as he opened his legs more, a clear
invitation.
Harry got up slowly and made his way over, kneeling down in between his
father’s legs. “Hm… I think I can.” Harry whispered as he moved both of his
hands up from his father’s calves, to his knees and his inner thighs.
He let them rest there as he saw those black eyes dilate even more. His father
opened his trouser and freed his cock as Harry inched forward. He gave a small
lick on the tip as his father held it out in front of him and grinned as he
moved down, licking, kissing and sucking his way to his father’s balls.
Brown eyes closed and Harry saw how the brown-haired male let his head fall
back on the couch. Harry sat up a bit more sucked on the tip, slowly inching
down on the shaft.
A hand came to rest upon his head, silently guiding him. Harry closed his eyes
with a soft moan as he started bobbing his head. He braced himself and took him
all the way down, gagging a little as his father’s hips trusted upwards the
slightest bit. Yet the groan that came from his father’s throat was worth it.
After some time his father pulled him away by tugging on his hair. “Undress. I
would like you to ride me.” His father ordered.
Harry quickly got up and undressed, while he noticed his father shifted and
moved his trousers and boxers all the way down and tossed them out as well.
Harry pulled the small bottle of lube out of his pocket before discarding his
pants on the ground.
His father chuckled as Harry seated himself atop of his lap and picked the
bottle out of his hand. Harry merely grinned. “Always be prepared right, dad…”
Harry whispered as he leaned in closer and pushed his lips against his
father’s.
A small hum of approval came from his mouth and Harry swallowed it down as a
hand carded through his black locks. His father’s other hand slipped over his
back down to his crack and Harry closed his eyes with a soft sigh into the kiss
as he felt those familiar fingers rub against his hole.
Harry broke the kiss as he felt his father shift and without looking he knew
that he was coating his fingers in lube. Harry placed small kiss on his father
neck, as he once again felt fingers rub against his hole and he pushed back
against them, making the male underneath him chuckle softly.
“You would think that it’s been days since I last fucked you. So eager you
are.” His father whispered into his ear and Harry bit his bottom lip, knowing
that they had just fucked this morning…
“I can’t help it. I am still young.” Harry whined softly.
His father bit his neck quite unexpected and hard. Harry let out a pained hiss
and jumped slightly, but at the same time a finger entered him and Harry
stilled, his mouth opening in a small gasp.
“Don’t make me feel old, Harry.” His father groaned against his neck as the
finger pushed in further.
“You’re not old, father.” Harry replied, pushing his hips back, silently asking
for more. He knew he could take more and his father knew that as well.
A second finger slowly entered next to the first and Harry braced himself,
placing his hands on the top of couch behind his father. “Pleasee, dad…” Harry
pleaded against his father’s ear, knowing how much it arouses his old man to
hear him beg and plead like this. And it also aroused him to call him dad,
during sex or any time they were intimate with each other.
He heard his father’s breath hitch and the fingers pushed in harder and deeper,
making Harry arch his back with a soft moan as they hit his prostate. The
fingers kept rubbing against the bundle of nerves, leaving Harry a shivering
and moaning mess.
His cock steadily dripping pre-cum. “F-fuck… dad please.” Harry moaned, as his
fingers tightened on the leather couch. Harry forced his eyes open and saw his
father watching him hungrily. The lust radiated from him and Harry’s fingers
tangled in his father’s brown locks, as he pushed his lips against his.
His father kissed back just as fiercely and passionate and Harry moaned as he
felt a third finger enter him, coated in more lube. “Dad, stop! I am getting
close!” Harry moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching quickly, he didn’t want
to come yet. His father didn’t relent however and the fingers inside him only
pushed in deeper and rubbing more against the bundle of nerves inside of him.
Teeth scraped over his throat and Harry moaned loudly. “Dad!! I am gonna cum!”
Harry warned him and even then his father didn’t stop. Harry felt a hand wrap
around his cock, stroking it hard and quick, pushing him over the edge.
White fluid sprayed against his father’s blue shirt as Harry spends himself.
The hand on his member slowed down, but the fingers inside him kept moving in
and out, until eventually they were pulled out.
A hand grabbed his left hip and Harry felt his father guide him down, feeling
the tip of his cock against his entrance his eyes opened, he was still
recovering from his orgasm. His father smirked at him and pushed inward in one
deep thrust.
Harry shivered at the overload of pleasure on his body as another loud moan
tore from his throat. “You’re still young, aren’t you, Harry?” His father
whispered seductively against his ear, the warm breath making him shiver. “I am
sure you can handle another orgasm…”
Harry’s breath hitched as his father slowly trusted upwards, the cock inside
him brushing against his prostate sometimes. It was slow, far too slow for his
father’s liking, Harry knew that much.
He was giving him some time to recover a bit and yet Harry’s body was still
trembling from his first orgasm. Yet Harry also started to push himself up and
down, creating a rhythm. Slowly his sensitive body got used to it and Harry
increased the pace as his father stilled his own hips and instead tightly
grabbed onto Harry’s.
Eventually his father let out a small groan and Harry was picked up a bit and
then laid back down on the couch as he positioned himself again and pushed
inward.
Harry’s hands landed on his father’s back, gripping tightly into that blue
shirt, as he was fucked him harder and faster them before. “Oh god, Dad!” Harry
moaned as he felt a hand pull his head back and lips sucked on his throat.
Despite that he had already had two orgasms today, Harry felt himself quickly
approaching a third one. One of his hands went down as he stroked himself in
time with his father’s thrusts. He could feel the moment that his father got
close.
“Fuck me harder, dad! Harry urged him on as he tightened his muscles around his
father’s cock, hearing a small hiss against his throat. The thrusts increased
their pace, pleasure coiling through his body at the hard thrusts.
His father pulled him in for another kiss and Harry felt the moment that his
father came deep inside him as he slowly stilled, and he breathed heavily into
the kiss. Harry kept stroking himself as his father pulled back a bit and
looked down at him, a smirk slowly forming on his mouth.
Harry’s breath hitched at the beautiful sight in front of him. That smirk
however was some kind of trouble, Harry recognized it all too well, yet his
father still managed to surprise him as he pulled out and pulled his hand away
from his aching and leaking member. He had been so close and he couldn’t stop a
whine from escaping his mouth.
His father’s eyes looked at him, a mischief glint in them as Harry felt three
fingers push inside him. Harry’s mouth opened in a soft moan as he felt how
those fingers move in and out of him. It sounded wet and slippery…
Harry couldn’t help but blush slightly at the sounds, knowing that it was his
father’s seed inside of him that was creating it. The seed that he was born
from. His father had a knowing look on his face as he leaned down and green
eyes widened a bit as his father slowly sucked his member in his mouth, all the
while the fingers kept moving in and out.
Harry threw his head back, as his back arched from the couch, his hands landed
on his father’s head. This was too much… “Dad!!” He moaned as he came again.
It didn’t happen that often that his father sucked him off, but oh did he
always love it… That mouth was pure sin and Harry loved every second of it.
Harry’s fingers tightened in that sleek brown hair as he slowly came down from
his orgasm again. The mouth around his cock vanished and Harry was left a
trembling mess, his whole body covered in sweat that he only felt now that he
focused on it.
His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily as he felt kissed being
placed on his stomach and chest, something dripping on his body. Vaguely aware
that it must be his own sperm, yet he couldn’t be bothered. His father chuckled
softy as he reached his neck.
Harry tilted his head back a bit and he heard his father murmur softly. “Better
clean yourself up, son. You made a big mess…”
Harry laughed. He couldn’t help it as he blinked his eyes open. “How about you
join me in the shower?” He asked his father with a smirk. “Because I honestly
don’t think I can stand or move at all…”
His father’s lips turned upwards and he looked quite smug. His father kissed
him slowly and Harry moved his fingers through his father’s hair, always
enjoying that feeling. Then his father spoke in a soft whisper against his
lips. “I love you.”
Harry smiled brightly as he moved his hands down on his father’s back,
embracing him. “And I love you, dad.” In moments like these Harry could forget
that what they had was wrong. He loved his dad with everything he had and he
knew his father felt the same.
Chapter End Notes
     Every story might happen in another universe, others will be magical
     and some will not be. I am open for any suggestions and please don’t
     shy away from sending any kinks you want to read :). Either through
     my Tumblr, mail and or in the comments. I will see what I can do with
     it then :)
***** Serpent *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry has a kink for Voldemort's serpentine body. Written for
     PuddinMrJ (TheReapersDaughter)
Chapter Notes
     This became much longer than I had anticipated… and a bit… darker
     (don’t know if that is the right word for it?) than I had assumed as
     well.
     This is for PuddinMrJ (TheReapersDaughter), who requested that Harry
     has a kind for Voldemort(serpent looks) and Tom being a bit confused
     by it, but going with it nonetheless.
     I hope I didn’t go too far in the age play xD? The idea just came
     inside my mind and it wouldn't leave...
     I think I am gonna find some holy water and soak in it, trying to
     erase all my sins XD… This must be until now the most detailed and
     most sinful smut I have ever written(at least in my eyes.)
     All mistakes are sadly my own!
      
     Warnings: slight bondage, slightly dubious consent, ruined orgasm,
     multiple orgasms, forced de-aging(with a de-aging potion). Since
     Harry is technically 20 with his mind and only his body is de-aged to
     14, I don’t know if I should add an underage warning, but just to be
     safe, I added this as a extra warning. Underage??
      
     Well hope you all enjoy!
**** Serpent: ****
The war raged on, both sides had casualties from time to time. Harry hated it
all. This useless fight to gain the upper hand only for Voldemort to kill more
of them. Harry hated this war.
But above all he started to hate his own mind and dreams. He hated how his body
reacted to stuff that he should find repulsive. Voldemort was a monster, not
even having a human appearance.
But just like that Harry’s body and mind betrayed him every time he saw the
Dark Lord. His eyes would follow the graceful moves of the Dark Lord. Just like
a true serpent, Voldemort was always ready to strike. Everyone could admit the
Dark Lord was a master duellist, no one could deny this.
Yet Harry caught himself staring at the inhuman monster. He would notice how
Voldemort’s lipless mouth curved up in sadistic glee, those unnatural red eyes
would gleam. Voldemort revelled in the power he had over everyone, the monster
enjoyed torturing and killing. There was also no denying this.
Harry could see it and sometimes even feel it. If that was only the worst Harry
could live with it.
No, instead he would notice how Voldemort’s finger held the wand in his hand,
almost gently, but in a strong grip nonetheless. He would notice how long
Voldemort’s nails were, clearly also a sign of his inhumanity.
Harry then started to imagine how the rest of Voldemort’s body looked. What was
hiding beneath those black flowing robes? He knew it, had seen it in his fourth
year, which was now 6 years ago. Yet the image of that moment was etched inside
his mind these last years.
It replayed every time Harry had the urge to pleasure himself. He should find
the serpentine body revolving or disgusting, but no instead he got off on it.
He surely was a freak, just like his aunt and uncle always said.
He didn’t dare tell Hermione or Ron about his fantasies. It was already awful
enough as it was. Just one week ago during an attack on Diagon Alley Charlie
had been killed by a death eater. Another casualty that Harry failed to save.
He promised back then that no one would ever die for him, ever again. This war
had being going on for 5 years now and all of them grew tired, knowing that one
day it could end completely. Harry and his friends had failed at locating
Slytherin’s locket, only to find out later on that Voldemort got his hands on
it.
Meaning it was protected now, just like Nagini. If they had no way to get close
to Voldemort and his pet snake, it was over. There was no way they could win
this. Especially after Voldemort had killed Snape and gained complete control
of what they knew to be the Elder wand.
In a way they had been fighting a losing battle. Two horcruxes left… they had
been so close, yet so far away now. It had been their advantage that they had
managed to get the diadem and destroy it during the battle of Hogwarts.
Harry remembered that day all too well. Snape had fought against them and when
Harry had used Sectumsempra Snape had blasted him backwards, his wand had flown
out of his wand before Harry realised it even. That moment… was the moment that
Harry unknowingly lost control of the elder wand. Hermione had reasoned that
disarming might have been enough, meaning that Draco Malfoy had gotten it from
Albus Dumbledore after that had returned from the cave and the headmaster had
been murdered.
Harry in turn had gotten his hands on Malfoy’s wand later on and like that
Hermione said that he became the owner of it. But in the battle of Hogwarts,
Snape had disarmed him, maybe not with the disarming spell, but he lost his
wand in the process of that duel.
Harry still thought it odd that Snape had not killed him, nor taken him to
Voldemort. The potions master merely stared down at him with those dark eyes,
almost as if he wished to say something, but could not.
Then Snape had just left and gotten murdered by Voldemort. Afterwards Harry had
quickly made his way up, knowing that Voldemort would be going there as well,
for the diadem.
As he got there however, an enormous fire raged inside the room of requirement
and Ron and Hermione had just gotten out in time, saying that the diadem was
destroyed by the friendfyre.
It seemed like Goyle, Crabbe and Malfoy had also died inside the flames.
Voldemort had quickly found out that the horcrux was destroyed as well and
became so enraged that he ended up destroying almost the whole 7th floor.
Harry had been quick and had hidden Ron, Hermione and himself underneath his
cloak, but that day Harry was utterly captured and enthralled by Voldemort’s
power. That day started the moment that he realised he quite enjoyed
Voldemort’s looks and the power that he radiated…
That day Harry would curse with his last dying breath… He saw the Weasley’s all
huddled together and Ron glanced up at him. Their eyes were dull and almost
lifeless. Harry merely stared back and then made his way out of the great hall.
As he got outside, he felt the cold wind move past him, but it did nothing to
change the coldness he felt inside of him. It was already pretty dark, almost
time. He always had been reckless and this might be the most reckless move he
would ever make.
Maybe he wouldn’t even live to tell the tale. Voldemort would no doubt kill him
on first sight. Harry didn’t react as he heard someone approach, multiple
footsteps even. “Are you sure about this?” Bill asked him softly and Harry
glanced over his shoulder towards Bill and the Weasley twins.
“No turning back now.” Harry said softly in reply. A straight out attack with
only a few of them on Voldemort’s manor. It surely must be a suicide mission.
Bill and the twins would be able to get down the wards, since the twins created
something that could destroy wards quite easily.
They had tested it, but never used it for real. But Harry knew for certain
inside Voldemort’s manor were the locket and Nagini. It would give them all a
chance, if they destroyed both. They walked to the edge of the apparation point
and apparated away, all of them silently agreeing that this was the best course
of action.
It would only make the rest of them all worry, so they hadn’t told anyone of
what they were planning. If something would go wrong, one of them would need to
get away and let everyone know.
They landed somewhere desolate and Harry stared up at the place where the manor
should be. Slytherin manor. They did not see the big manor hiding, but they
knew wards around kept it from view. This was the place where Salazar Slytherin
after all built his manor.
“Go ahead…” Bill said as he took a step closer, waving his wand over the wards.
The twins placed their device, readying it up. Harry hoped that nothing would
trigger their presence here. “There are strong, very ancient…” Bill muttered
and Harry inwardly cursed.
“Can you break them…?” He asked softly, seeing Fred and George looking over
their device to make sure it would work. It almost looked like a big battery of
some sort. He raised his wand a bit, giving them more light. Fred gave a
grateful nod.
Bill seemed to focus and then gave a small nod. “Give me some time. I will tell
when you should use the device. But I think only one person might be able to
get through before the wards close again.”
Harry stepped forward, preparing himself. Bill glanced sideways and Harry
noticed he wanted to argue with him on it. But Harry shook his head. “Harry.”
He started still.
“No, you all need to open the wards and I enter them. I find the snake and the
locket and get out again.” Harry stated, leaving no room for arguments.
Fred and George both didn’t look certain about this plan either, but Bill
started moving his wand once more, so the twins focused as well. Timing was
everything with this.
Harry could not see the wards, but he could definitely feel something happening
in front of him. Bill pursed his lips and Harry noticed the look of utter
concentration the redhead had. Harry knew at that point, he would do anything
to keep them safe.
This risk was worth it… “Now!!” Bill said and the twins activated the device.
Harry saw it then, the wards shimmered and opening was created. Harry ran in
without thinking, hearing the other three scream shocked at him. A loud blast
sounded and when Harry turned around, he saw that the device had exploded.
George and Fred were lying there and Bill quickly crouched down next to them.
As the three redheads looked up, Harry knew they were unable to see him.
“Sorry…” Harry muttered and he turned his attention back to the grand manor in
front of him. With his wand in hand he made his way towards it, seeing that it
was a two story building and pretty big too. Damn, he had no idea where either
the locket or Nagini would be…
Harry approached the front door, but then glanced up.
Grabbing his cloak he threw it over himself and then grabbing his broom from
his moleskin pouch, he flew up to a window one the second floor. Silently he
opened it, surprised that it opened quite easily. It seemed like Voldemort was
confident in his wards and Harry couldn’t blame him.
He just hoped the Dark Lord was out as he made his way inside. It was a
bedroom, clearly not used or Voldemort was a neat freak… Harry had no idea and
he told himself he didn’t need or wanted to know.
Slowly he opened the door and peered through the crack, seeing nothing and no
one he opened it further. The hallway was long and he noticed several doors. He
wondered if all of them were bedrooms…
Green eyes glanced towards the stairs, but he decided to first search the
second floor. Carefully he opened and glanced in each room, trying to focus on
the connection he always felt whenever one of Voldemort’s soul pieces were
near.
It was when he reached one door that Harry felt a small throb inside his scar.
Green eyes widened behind his glasses and he took a small step backwards,
hoping that Voldemort would not have felt anything.
When the door remained closed and no sounds could be heard from the other side
Harry silently approached it. The painful throbbing in his scar proved who was
behind this door. Harry gulped and backed away, not wanting to go inside there
and grateful that his scar had warned him.
Yet searching all of the rooms he had found nothing. No snake and no locket. He
found multiple bathrooms and bedrooms, and a library, but not what he was
searching for. One room had taken some more time, since it was filled with all
kind of artefacts’, but even then the locket was not in that room.
Harry decided to make his way downstairs. He searched all through the living
room, the parlor, the library on the ground floor, a dining room, even the
kitchen, but neither Nagini nor the locket was anywhere to be found.
The only conclusion that Harry had at this point was that Voldemort was maybe
wearing the locket and that Nagini was in the room with him… Meaning that he
was basically screwed.
Harry eventually decided that he had to try and made his way back upstairs.
Approaching the same door where he had felt the throbbing inside his scar
before. This time however Harry felt nothing and he frowned.
Automatically the grip on his wand tightened as he pushed the door open. It was
some kind of study it seemed, but Voldemort was indeed gone from the room. He
quickly approached the desk and opened the drawers, only to find papers inside
of them all.
He cursed softly and glanced around, seeing the fireplace near a wall. Other
than that, the room didn’t hold what he was looking for…
The only possible explanation was that Nagini was with the Dark Lord and most
likely Voldemort wore the locket. It was the safest place to hide it now that
all his other soul pieces were destroyed. Harry reasoned that Voldemort must be
paranoid and scared, so he simply knew for certain now that Voldemort would
keep his last two horcruxes close by.
This only made matters so much worse however. There was no way he could get
close enough to Voldemort to get the locket off of him. Nagini however they
could maybe lure away…
With a soft curse, Harry made his way out of the room again, as he wanted to
leave the manor, he stopped when he felt the throbbing in his scar again. Green
eyes glanced towards the door on his left. It was a bedroom, he knew that much…
Harry gulped; wondering if the other might be asleep… That would be easy right?
Harry raised his wand and gripped it tighter as he approached the door, opening
it slowly proved that the bedroom was empty, but he could hear the noise of a
shower and he saw the door inside the room open on a small crack.
Harry silently slipped inside and moved closer. One look… it wouldn’t hurt
right. Harry just told himself that maybe Voldemort didn’t shower with the
locket on and it was lying somewhere within reach.
Harry looked through the small gap and his eyes widened as a small gasp left
his mouth at the scene in front of him. He quickly placed his free hand over
his mouth as he watched.
Nagini was lying in the corner, underneath the sink, but Harry’s eyes had
immediately focused upon the figure standing under the stream of water.
Voldemort’s body was exactly as he remembered it and Harry closed his eyes,
ashamed as he felt his cock twitch, clearly interested in the scene in front of
him. He forced his eyes open again; as he resisted the urge to open the door
further to get a better view.
Green eyes took in the scene, as those bony hands washed the soap on his chest
and arms and it rinsed off, slowly cascading down over that beautiful body.
Harry’s mind vaguely catching the fact that a gold locket was indeed hanging
around Voldemort’s neck, but since all his blood was rushing south, Harry
barely took notice of the locket. At least Tom Riddle had looked handsome when
he had been human. Harry could at least say that, but who in their mind would
get off seeing this body.
Harry pushed those dark thoughts from his mind as he knew he definitely got
aroused by this. He saw Voldemort’s hands move lower, cleaning his crotch area
and Harry bit his bottom lip to hold back any sound he might make. Harry’s
breath hitched as those red eyes glanced towards Nagini and Harry focused on
the snake for one second, seeing those yellow eyes staring at him through the
gap of the doorway, but he was still underneath his cloak, so there was no way
she could see him...
Harry felt confusion flow through him, unaware that it was not his own feeling
at that point. He needed to get out, he knew that, but as he glanced back
towards Voldemort, he saw that the Dark Lord washed any remaining soap of his
body. The hands lingered on his pale body. The snake had not noticed him… Harry
was aware of his heart beating louder against his chest, as he wondered if he
should run, but the scene in front of him had him utterly captured.
And Harry wanted to know what Voldemort’s skin felt like… would it be cold,
like a snake skin? Or would it still be warm and what about Voldemort’s penis?
Harry could not focus on anything important and his cock was already hard now…
One last time the thought crossed his mind that he needed to get away and he
finally backed away from the door. Turning around he wanted to walk towards the
bedroom door and looking over his shoulder he opened it slowly, while he tried
to calm down his body.
As he looked in front of him he let out a shocked gasp. He had no time to block
the spell as he was blasted backwards and ropes tied his hands on his back, his
wand falling to the ground with a thud.
Harry struggled against the ropes, his feet kicking the air, but he couldn’t
get free. “Well… where do you think you are going?” Voldemort’s hissed at him
and Harry stilled, meeting those red eyes who stared intrigued up at him and
Harry realised that his cloak had been pulled off...
Harry opened his mouth, but closed it again as he noticed that Voldemort was
still only half dressed. He only had put on trousers, which were hanging low on
his hips. Red eyes glanced over his body and Harry couldn’t contain a blush,
his robe would hide his predicament, but something in those red eyes told him
that Voldemort knew…
“This is intriguing…”Voldemort whispered and moved towards him. Harry wanted
nothing more than to be somewhere else, anywhere, except this place. Being
alone with Voldemort like this, who was half naked and he was tied up, was
something that only happened in Harry’s dreams…
He wasn’t asleep now however. This was all too real…. “Harry Potter…” Voldemort
hissed and Harry felt the ropes lower him, until he was face to face with the
Dark Lord. “To what do I owe this visit…?” The Dark Lord hissed softly, clearly
intrigued.
“I was just planning to leave actually…” Harry said horrified that somehow
Voldemort would catch up to his thoughts and what he was feeling.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow, if he had one. Those red eyes once again scanned
over his body and Harry thinned his lips, as he tried to kick him, but the
ropes extended to his legs, leaving him completely no room to move at all.
“I don’t think I will let you leave, Harry.” Voldemort said. Harry stilled his
body, his heart hammering inside his chest. This was it, he would die… it was a
stupid idea, reckless and his friends would hate him for it, before they would
start to mourn him…
Voldemort took a step back and Harry waited till he would see that green curse
hit him. Nothing of the sort happened, it seemed like Voldemort was thinking,
considering his options maybe.
Maybe he would be tortured to insanity, before Voldemort would kill him… Maybe
he would keep his promise and feed him to Nagini when he was killed. All
different kind of scenarios rushed through his mind, yet nothing had prepared
him for what Voldemort did instead.
Green eyes widened and he followed the Dark Lord’s movements as Voldemort
walked over to the bed, discarding his trouser once more, leaving him only in
his briefs. Voldemort sat on the bed gracefully, every move was so gracefully
Harry noted.
He hated that he noticed it. The ropes around him moved him closer to the Dark
Lord and Harry struggled weakly, to no avail. “I know why you entered my
manor,” The hiss like voice said softly. “What I don’t understand is why you
did not act.” Voldemort tilted his head to the side, eyeing him.
Harry opened his mouth and shut it again, embarrassed. How could he ever
explain this? No, he had never even told his friends, let alone tell Voldemort.
What could he say? Oh, I was enjoying watching your body way too much and
forgot my mission…
Wasn’t that the embarrassing truth? Harry broke the eye contact and looked
down, not wanting to look at the other. Harry tensed as once again the ropes
moved him closer, until he was next to Voldemort, still he didn’t raise his
head.
A hand gripped his chin and forced him to look up. It was with that touch that
Harry realised that his scar had stopped hurting and he hadn’t even felt it…
The fingers were kind of cold, or maybe his face was simply too warm… Harry
didn’t know anymore.
Harry did see however that Voldemort had a thoughtful look on his face, almost
confused even… “You know, Harry,” Voldemort whispered softly as a small grin
appeared on his face. “Snakes have the ability to smell almost everything…”
Harry had no idea what Voldemort meant and he frowned.
“For example, arousal,” Voldemort explained and Harry blushed bright red. He
knew. Voldemort knew… Voldemort hummed softly, seeing that reaction. “So I was
right when I smelled that as I possessed her.” Voldemort said more to himself.
“I…” Harry started, but then became silent. Oh god, what could he even say…
Voldemort however ignored him further as a spell was cast on him.
“Legilimens.” Voldemort whispered. Memories rushed through him and Harry was
still unable to stop it. He never learned Occlumency and Harry grew horrified
when Voldemort even found his dreams.
Whether it was his dreams when he was asleep or his fantasies when he was awake
and jerking himself off. Voldemort easily moved through them all, seeing it all
and Harry could do nothing to stop it.
As Voldemort finally pulled Harry closed his eyes as he groaned. His head was
hurting, it felt like a burning fire had raged inside it.
“You find this body arousing…” Voldemort muttered and Harry forced his eyes
open, seeing that Voldemort was clearly shocked by what he had found.
Voldemort’s face hardly betrayed anything, but Harry could feel the confusion
and shock go through him, aware this time it were not his own emotions.
“Yes…” Harry answered, knowing that denying it now would be useless. He could
feel his erection, after reliving all those memories. His object of his
fantasies was right in front of him and he hadn’t been killed or tortured yet…
Voldemort cocked his head to the side once more. “In the past I was handsome,
yes. But now people fear me because of my appearance,” Voldemort then chuckled,
his confusion seeming to fade away a bit. “You certainly are a strange wizard,
Harry Potter.”
Harry was simply glad that Voldemort hadn’t called him a freak… “Bellatrix
would willingly share your bed.” Harry pointed out with hatred in his voice.
That bitch had killed Sirius after all.
Voldemort laughed, amused. “Oh, I am certain she would. She is loyal and
admires me. She simply doesn’t care how I look, Harry. There is a difference
between you and her.” Voldemort shifted, lying down on the bed, completely
exposing himself.
Harry’s mouth became dry at the view and his eyes looked down at Voldemort’s
crotch. That piece of underwear was in the way… “She doesn’t care about my
appearance, only about my power…” Voldemort said softly, those red eyes
gleaming dangerously and a smirk formed on the Dark Lord’s mouth. “While you,”
Voldemort moved one of his hands down, from his neck, over his chest and
stomach, to his covered member. “Get aroused by my appearance.” Voldemort said
huskily.
Harry couldn’t contain a soft gasp as seeing Voldemort touching himself like
that. To see that pale serpentine body lay out in front of him. As Harry forced
his eyes away from Voldemort’s crotch and met those red eyes he saw that
Voldemort was certainly interested in the way that his eyes had looked over
him.
A cold laugh came from the Dark Lord as he sat up and leaned closer to Harry.
“Oh, I think we are going to enjoy ourselves, aren’t we boy?” As Voldemort
spoke Harry could feel the warm breath against his lips and the way the Dark
Lord uttered that last word was so different than when his uncle used it…
A spidery hand grabbed onto his shirt as he was dumped onto the bed, face
first. Harry stiffened as he felt a tall body settle on his. Warm breath fanned
against his ear. “Let’s make your fantasies real.” Voldemort whispered against
his ear and then pulled back. Harry opened his mouth, wanting to protest,
because surely this could not be happening for real.
Had he somehow fallen asleep and not even noticed it? Was this all a dream?
Because the real Voldemort would never do something like this.
Before he could get even one word out, Voldemort’s hand had pulled him up and
another hand landed hard on his arse. Instead of words a shocked gasp came out
of Harry’s mouth, as his eyes widened.
He turned his head, seeing Voldemort sit there behind him on his knees. Harry
felt the heat return to his face tenfold, especially as Voldemort grinned
evilly. Harry felt magic wash over him and he suddenly found himself dressed in
his old school robes.
“Wha-. “ Harry started, only top let out another gasp as Voldemort spanked him
once more.
“Tss… You have been a naughty student, Mr. Potter…” Voldemort said and hit his
bottom two times, leaving Harry jerking forward. His backside started to sting
a little, yet Harry felt horrified that his cock was much too interested in
these proceeding’s, as pre-cum dripped from his slit…
Harry gulped, his eyes wide as he stared at the cushion underneath him, instead
of watching Voldemort. “I am dreaming…” Harry muttered as he closed his eyes.
A cold chuckle sounded close by his ear. “Oh, I can assure you that you are
very awake, Harry.” Voldemort told him.
“Why…?” Harry got out and Voldemort laughed as he turned him around. The
position was even more uncomfortable as Harry was forced to lie on his arms,
which were still tied to his back.
Voldemort hovered above him. “Why?” The question was repeated back to him and
Harry frowned. Voldemort smiled, as one finger traced from his scar over his
check, down to the collar of his white shirt. “Because it has been some time
since anyone was willing and I don’t count Bella.”
Harry understood it immediately. Because of the fact that he fantasied about
this all, Voldemort considered him willing. Harry didn’t know if he could truly
let those hands touch him… hell they already had, hands that were responsible
for countless of deaths.
Yet it didn’t wilt his erection at all… That was his answer already. Yet
Voldemort looked at him once more. “You are willing, are you not?” Voldemort
asked him and Harry for the sake of his mind knew he should say no.
But he, they both, knew that he would be lying… “Even if you are not, I will
take what I want right now.” Voldemort whispered and closed the distance
between them. The kiss was fierce, unlike the kisses he had shared with Ginny
or Cho.
The kiss was demanding as Voldemort practically forced him back into the
matrass underneath him. Green eyes closed as he moaned into the kiss. Oh god,
reality was even better than fantasy. He felt like he was falling.
Fingers carded through his hair, pulling his head back hard and teeth bit down
one his neck. Harry arched his back with a mixture between a groan and a moan.
His hands tightening into fists, as pleasure ran through his body.
The ropes disappeared and Harry pulled his hands up, putting them on
Voldemort’s back, feeling that the skin was indeed colder than normal human
skin should be, but for Harry it felt perfect, as his hands roamed free and
Voldemort pulled him back in for another breath-taking kiss.
One of Voldemort’s hands went down his chest and over his stomach and Harry
opened his legs wider as the hand settled between his legs. A cold, amused
chuckle sounded near his ear as he felt the Dark Lord biting and sucking on his
neck, while that hand started to rub him slowly.
It felt like pure torture, Harry wanted the hand to move quicker or even better
give him a real handjob. He started pushing his hips up against the hand,
wanting more friction on his erection. Voldemort’s free hand grabbed his hip
and pushed him down.
Harry once again felt ropes appear around his wrists and he let out a gasp as
the ropes tied his hands to the headboard. Green lust filled eyes stared up at
the monster above him. Those red eyes were so alive and gleaming dangerously.
It reminded Harry way too much of when Voldemort was on the battlefield. He
gritted his teeth as he felt his cock twitch at his own thoughts.
He liked that look, a bit too much…
Harry shivered as he felt hands trail over his sides and he forced his eyes
open. Voldemort was still staring down at him and smirked. “Keep your eyes open
and on me. I will punish you if you ignore my orders, Harry.” Harry shifted and
pulled at the bindings on his wrists, but they were strong, he could feel that
much.
A part of him wondered if he wanted to get away at all. Another part of him
felt like he was betraying everyone he knew and cared for.
Harry still felt those light touches at his sides and it felt unnerving,
because he wanted more, but he wasn’t going to ask for it…
“You don’t look too bad in those school robes.” Voldemort said casually and
Harry frowned. “But I must say you have outgrown them. Maybe I should give you
a de-aging potion.”
Harry tensed and his eyes grew wide at those words. “You can’t do that!” He
screamed horrified at the prospect that his body would be like his 16 year old
body again.
Voldemort laughed and it sounded cold and cruel. “Oh, but I can. You are
entirely at my mercy, Harry.”
Voldemort glanced over his shoulder. “Nagini, watch him.” Harry heard the snake
reply something and then the large snake entered the bed as Voldemort got up
and left.
Harry watched Nagini warily. He didn’t like the snake one bit… Nagini remained
silent as she watched him and Harry bit hit bottom lip as he glanced up at the
ropes around his wrists. This could not be happening… Harry pulled at the
ropes, trying to get free.
“Stop moving, child.” Nagini hissed at him. Harry glared at her.
“Shut up. I shouldn’t stay here.” Harry hissed back and Nagini reared her head
up.
“But you want to. You still smell like you are planning to mate. Master will
not hurt you, unless you provoke him.”
Somehow these words didn’t ease Harry’s worries at all. Apparently the snake
could indeed smell arousal and Harry knew he had to get away before he would be
turned into his 16 year old self and all his deepest fantasies would come true.
The door however opened again and Harry stared wide-eyed as Voldemort walked in
again and stopped next to him. “Did he behave, Nagini?” Voldemort asked the
snake.
“No, master. He did not.” Nagini replied honestly and Harry glared at the
snake.
“You are kidding about this, right…?” Harry asked instead, staring up at
Voldemort, wondering if maybe the Dark Lord would still kill him and none of
this humiliating stuff had ever happened.
“Nope, I am not.” Voldemort said, his lipless mouth curving upwards in a cruel
grin that only made Harry’s cock gave an interested twitch and Harry inwardly
cursed his body.
Green eyes glanced at the small vial that Voldemort held up in front of him.
“Are you going to drink willingly?" Voldemort asked innocently.
Harry stubbornly kept his mouth closed as he narrowed his eyes in reply.
Voldemort merely laughed and moved closer, straddling his struggling body, as
Nagini shifted away. Harry kept his eyes focused upon Voldemort’s face, seeing
those red eyes stare down at him hungrily.
“If you want to play, we can play. But in the end, we both know you are
willing…” Voldemort whispered as he leaned down. Harry felt the other’s breath
hit his face and he resisted the urge to turn his head away, not wanting to
give Voldemort the satisfaction.
It seemed like Voldemort felt it somehow as he chuckled lowly, as he uncorked
the vial. “You might turn out a bit younger, if I force it down your throat. I
wouldn’t be able to exactly measure how much I give you after all…”
It was a clear warning, but Harry kept his mouth firmly shut. Though his
breathing sped up through his nose. This was wrong…
Voldemort’s free hand moved and Harry’s eyes widened as he moved and clearly
wanted to stop his air supply by pinching down his nose. If he did that Harry
would be forced to breathe through his mouth, giving the Dark Lord the
opportunity to shove the potion down his throat…
Harry struggled and wriggled, trying to free himself from the ropes and this
time he also turned his head away. Voldemort let out a cold laugh and a hand
latched on his throat, making Harry gasp.
That was exactly the opening Voldemort needed as the vial was shoved between
his lips. Harry closed his eyes and spluttered, attempting to spit the potion
out, but the hand on his throat tightened and he gasped or tried to.
He coughed loudly as the liquid went down his throat and Voldemort pulled the
vial away. With his eyes closed Harry could feel his body shifting slightly… He
felt himself become smaller as his whole body tingled.
“Fuck…” Harry groaned out, as he still coughed.
Warm breath moved against his ear. “Indeed…” Voldemort whispered huskily in his
ear and Harry turned his head away, trying to ignore all the feelings of
arousal that sped through him.
The body atop his own pulled away and Harry was roughly turned around and he
let out a shocked gasp as Voldemort spanked him again. His hands held onto the
ropes and he glanced over his shoulder.
Voldemort’s red eyes seemed to have grown even darker and Harry realised that
the Dark Lord got aroused by this as well. “Oh god...” Harry muttered as
Voldemort grinned at him.
This was bad… this was so bad. Another hand landed on his arse with a loud clap
and Harry fell forward, bracing himself against the headboard. “You have been
bad, Harry… Escaping time and time again and even now trying to escape.”
Voldemort said to him and another blow landed on his arse.
Harry bit hit bottom lip, as he tried to keep himself from making any sounds.
He could feel how his erection was straining inside his trouser however and he
hated it…
A hand roughly grabbed his hair and pulled him up. “Open your eyes.” Voldemort
hissed against his neck and Harry forced his eyes open, seeing a mirror being
transfigured in front of him.
The view in front of him should be disgusted and revolve him, but it did not.
Instead Harry only felt arousal go through him. He didn’t look like his twenty
year old self… Neither did he look like he was 16… No he guessed he looked more
like he was 14…
Harry’s eyes shifted to Voldemort who was staring with his red hungry eyes at
him. “You fucking pervert…” Harry said and Voldemort’s lips turned upwards as
one of the Dark Lord’s hand trailed over his chest down.
Harry tried to shift away as the hand finally covered the clear bulge that was
hidden by his school robes, but Voldemort could clearly feel it. “I think you
like it, Harry…”
The hand started to slowly rub him through his clothes and increased with every
thrust he made forward. “Are you going to cum for me, boy?” Voldemort asked
softly as kisses were being placed on his neck. Harry couldn’t help himself and
thrusted forward against the hand that gave him exactly what his body wanted.
Harry opened his eyes again; unaware of when he had exactly closed him and the
view in front of him was so breath-taking that he let out a low moan.
Voldemort’s grip tightened and Harry let his head fall backwards on the Dark
Lord’s shoulder with a loud moan, his hips moving forward.
It didn’t take long as Harry felt the familiar stirring of an upcoming orgasm,
as his breathing grew more ragged and the hand sped up even more. “You’re
close...” Voldemort commented and Harry moaned a loud ‘yes’, not caring anymore
if this was wrong or not. It simply felt so right.
And just before he could spend himself Voldemort’s hand disappeared and the
friction on his erection was gone. A loud frustrated moan tore from his mouth
as he thrusted forward, but his cock didn’t get any friction and it left him
feeling so unsatisfied. Yet he felt an orgasm tore through him and he could
clearly feel semen inside his briefs… It just didn’t feel good like a normal
orgasm would have…
“W…what…” Harry gasped; his whole body trembling from the orgasm…
Voldemort chuckled and kissed his neck. “I guess that was your very first
ruined orgasm, wasn’t it?”
Harry’s mind couldn’t quite comprehend it and besides that he had no idea what
a ruined orgasm even was… Voldemort moved, but Harry barely took noticed of it
all, only when he felt his zipper being lowered Harry took notice of it.
But before Harry could even react he was pushed face down against the matrass.
He gasped as his member touched the bed underneath him, it felt much too
sensitive…
Harry blinked, trying to calm down his body as he felt his pants and trousers
being pulled down. Harry felt slightly grateful that the sticky feeling was
removed, but still his hands tightened on the ropes and he tried to move up,
but Voldemort pushed him down and his ass was slapped, making him squeak, even
though he will deny it for the rest of his life.
“Relax…” Voldemort muttered. “Let me enjoy myself.”
Harry gulped and tried to relax as he felt a hand touching his ass, he looked
at the sheets underneath him as he braced himself for maybe another hit on his
ass, or something else.
Yet nothing could have prepared him for what he felt as his eyes widened, a
gasp tore from his mouth and he pushed his hips backwards. A tongue moved
through his crack, it felt human, not split like a snake’s tongue…
Voldemort laughed and Harry felt it against his as and even in his crack as
Voldemort once again moved his tongue through his crack, probing a bit at his
hole, slowly turning his tongue around it.
Harry’s body had not fully recovered from what had happened and he closed his
eyes as he felt his cock twitch, slowly coming back to life as Voldemort
continued moving that tongue. A few more licks around his opening and Harry
felt the tongue push inwards. “Oh…” Harry gasped and he let his head fall
forward, while he pushed his hips further into the air, actually inviting
Voldemort to go deeper and give him more.
Two bony hands pushed his ass cheeks apart and the tongue started to move in
and out, saliva flowing out of Voldemort’s mouth, easing the way in. Harry felt
the tongue move in as deep as possible and then it moved around, making Harry
gasp. He let out a moan as a hand encased around his still slightly sensitive
penis, his body trembling slightly at the feelings.
Slowly the hand started to move and Harry moaned as he shifted his hips,
silently asking for more. The slurping sounds that Voldemort made, only made
Harry so much more aware of it all and it sounded wrong, so deliciously wrong.
His cock hardened, making Harry moan softly at the sensitivity of it all. Then
Voldemort pulled away, the tongue disappearing from his hole and the hand
pulled away, tracing upwards, landing on his right ass cheek.
Then Harry felt a finger push inside of him and he arched his back with a sharp
gasp. The bed dipped and Harry knew that Voldemort had moved. He felt a tall
body lean over his clothed back and Voldemort kissed his neck, while Harry gave
him more access. “I think I quite like this, you being here, taking all that I
am willing to give you.” Voldemort hissed and Harry closed his eyes with a moan
as a second finger entered him.
“And you would accept it all, wouldn’t you, boy?” Voldemort asked him and Harry
didn’t reply at all the fingers inside him stopped moving. Harry let out a
small whine as he pushed backwards, the fingers moving deeper inside of him
again. Voldemort laughed and wriggled his fingers around, but didn’t move it in
and out. “Fuck yourself if you want it.” The Dark Lord said and Harry felt his
cheeks turn red at the sentence.
Voldemort pulled his fingers almost all the way out and applied a third one.
Harry sat there frozen, trying to hold in his desire and lust. He wanted
Voldemort to fuck him… He shouldn’t want it, but this was what he had wanted
since 4 years ago…
Embarrassed but also aroused Harry started to push his hips back, feeling the
fingers enter him and then he went forward. Soon he created a rhythm that had
him moaning and gasping as the fingers brushed often enough against his
prostate.
“Good boy…” Voldemort praised him as he fucked himself on the Dark Lord’s
fingers. Voldemort’s free hand touched his hip briefly and then went down.
Harry’s intake of breath sounded loud in his own ears as Voldemort tugged on
his cock.
His body trembled as he already felt a second orgasm coming up and his rhythm
wavered. Voldemort decided to take mercy on him and started to finger fuck him
again. They moved out at a quicker and faster pace, hitting his prostate dead
on while the hand around his member kept moving as well, leaving Harry a
moaning and trembling mess.
“Oh god!!” Harry moaned as he climaxed, his semen spurting on the sheets
underneath him. Voldemort kept moving his hands and fingers and Harry tried to
shift away, because it was just too much. “Aah... please, stop.” Harry moaned,
as he dropped his body down on the bed.
As his breathing calmed down he felt a hand touching his ass. “Impressive… You
think you can handle more.” Harry blinked a few times, his heart thundering
against his chest from his intense orgasm. He didn’t think he could even move
his body at this point.
“I… I can’t even move.” Harry rasped out, as he willed his trembling body to
calm down.
Voldemort chuckled and Harry felt the other’s body atop of his, completely
encaging him. Green eyes widened as he felt the tip of what he knew must be
Voldemort’s cock move through his crack.
“Don’t worry, you can just lie here and take it.” Voldemort hissed and bit on
his earlobe. Harry wanted to protest, saying that his body couldn’t take it
anymore. Hell, he had never had a second orgasm before, let alone have some
fuck him when he was this sensitive after having climaxed twice.
But as Voldemort shifted, the cock aligning with his hole and pushed inside,
Harry’s protest died in his throat as he let out a low moan. Voldemort’s cock
was bigger than his fingers had been, but it was lubed up, Harry felt that
much.
Two bony hands grabbed onto his hips and Voldemort started to thrust in and
out, at a rather slow pace, but every time Voldemort would hit his prostate,
Harry would gasp and shift, attempting to stop the pleasure wreaking havoc on
his body.
“You’re such a good boy, Harry,” Voldemort whispered and his pace increased a
bit. Harry bit his bottom lip to try and stop the groans coming from him. “I
knew you would be able to take it.”
Harry shook his head, his hand pulling at the ropes, as he tried to push his
body up, but Voldemort didn’t let him as one hand landed on his nape and pushed
his face back into the sheets. “You have had your fun,” Voldemort growled as he
thrusted in deeply and then stopped moving, leaning down he breathed against
Harry’s neck. “You won’t deny me having fun, now won’t you?” Voldemort asked
him as he pulled out and thrusted back in.
Harry let out a groan. “My body is too damn sensitive…” Harry gasped out,
making the other chuckle.
“In a good way I hope.” Voldemort said as he placed both his hands on Harry’s
hips once more and sped up his pace. Harry kept moaning as his body was used to
its limits and even beyond that. He hated it… how he felt his cock started to
respond to it nonetheless.
Voldemort moved one hand underneath him and pulled him up on his knees. “You
look so good in those robes; I should have done this way sooner.” Voldemort
groaned out and Harry felt a hand grab his hair and pulled his head up. “Look
at you… at us.” Voldemort hissed and Harry opened his eyes, seeing the mirror
in front of him once more.
He saw the heated look inside Voldemort’s red eyes.
His whole face was red and sweat covered it and his neck, as Voldemort slowly
moved in and out of him. Voldemort’s free hand was laid possessively on his
stomach, keeping him place as the Dark Lord fucked him.
“I told we could be great together…” Voldemort hissed. Red eyes alight with
something that Harry couldn’t identify. “Won’t you reconsider joining me,
Harry?” Harry gulped, unable to turn his gaze away from the view in front of
him.
He knew how easy it would be… to turn his back on everyone. He already felt so
alone, since Sirius had died and when Remus had died during the battle of
Hogwarts… Harry had felt completely lost. Hermione and Ron ended up together
afterwards, leaving Harry completely alone. They tried to pull him in, making
sure that he knew he was never alone.
But doubt lingered inside his mind and Voldemort must have picked up on it.
“No…” Harry gasped. Voldemort’s mouth twitched and he gave a deep hard thrust,
stilling inside of him. Harry closed his eyes.
“I could give you this and more… you won’t ever feel alone again, Harry.”
Voldemort promised him, but he knew promises were so easily broken and he shook
his head. Voldemort hummed and started to move again. “Such a pity, I could get
used to have you in my bed…”
Harry shivered and Voldemort kissed his neck again and then bit down hard,
making him groan. “You’re so responsive, boy… so easily swayed and I could
train you.” Voldemort continued onward. “You just have to say yes…” Voldemort
whispered and Harry bit his bottom lip as Voldemort’s hand moved down from his
stomach, to his already leaking member…
He should deny this… Harry knew that, but giving in sounded like such a sweet
temptation as Voldemort fucked him slowly and Harry wanted more. How could his
body even react like this? He already had orgasmed twice, he could not handle a
third.
Harry pulled at the ropes and Voldemort jerked him off. He could hear
Voldemort’s ragged breathing and groans near his ear. This was a mere dream,
just one of his fantasies… Harry knew however it was not, it was much too real.
Harry could feel it when Voldemort got close as he was pushed down once more
and the Dark Lord’s thrusts increased at a pace that almost felt inhuman. The
hand on his cock didn’t stop either and Harry felt how his oversensitive body
got closer and closer.
Voldemort bit down on his neck and stilled deeply inside of him, painting his
insides with his cum.
Harry gasped as the strange feeling of feeling the cock twitching inside of him
as it spurted out the semen. Voldemort’s hand on his cock had stopped for one
second, but then started to move again.
Harry spend himself soon after with a loud moan, as his body finally had
enough. His body convulsed and trembled as he dropped down on the bed, his
breathing out of control and his heartrate so quick that Harry could feel it in
his whole body.
The ropes were removed and Harry felt a cleaning spell move over him. Two bony
hands turned him around and a blanket was dropped over him. A hand touched his
forehead briefly and Harry opened his eyes, unfocused as he stared at the Dark
Lord who merely grinned at him.
“Sleep, my pet.” Voldemort ordered and Harry obliged. His body too tired to
remain awake anyway. Yet some part inside of him knew that falling asleep in
here with Voldemort close by was wrong. But at the same time he felt much too
content to think about it.
Tomorrow was another day and he would wake up inside Hogwarts and it would all
have been a dream…
***** Jealousy *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry is a muggle who works in a strip club. It is in that strip club
     where Tom Riddle meets Harry and grows possessive of the strip club
     dancer. This is for celine.
Chapter Notes
     This one if for celine, who requested jealous/possessive Tom. Hope
     you like it ^-^!
     Hope you all enjoy it and all mistakes are still my own!
      
     Warnings: Strip Club, light bondage
**** Jealousy: ****
Tom wasn’t one to settle down with a nice witch or even a wizard. He always
enjoyed playing with them, but after one time they often grew boring. Besides
he simply found he didn’t have the time for a real girlfriend or even
boyfriend, he preferred the later.
Though occasionally female’s found their way in his bed, when he was in a good
mood. Yet he felt that nothing or no one could truly satisfy him in the way he
wanted. Most of them enjoyed being tied up, yes. But he found they still
couldn’t quite handle him.
Maybe that is why he was here… maybe that is why he was mingling in between
muggles, even though he didn’t like them and considered them far beneath their
species. He had to admit that it had its advances coming to places like this.
Sitting on a barstool he looked towards the stage, where soon people would be
dancing and selling their body away, to whoever wanted them. Just a simple one
night stand, nothing more. Tom took a small sip of his drink, feeling the
liquid warm his insides a bit.
The waiting was maybe the worst part Tom thought, as he saw how waiters swayed
their hips, and males grabbed onto them, laughing and groping them, clearly
being drunk. Tom sneered at them all in disgust.
A warm laugh sounded next to him and Tom glanced sideways, seeing a handsome
black-haired male standing next to him. Those green eyes were gleaming and the
male smiled brightly at him. “First time here?” The male asked him above the
noise from the catcalls and whistles.
“Yes.” Tom replied, checking the male over again. He was dressed in very
little, a small black short, with holes in it even; it outlined his body
perfectly, since Tom could see the male was hard. The white shirt he wore did
nothing to hide his body either; the texture was so thin that Tom could see
through it.
The black-haired male had piercings on both of his nipples and then he finally
met those green mischief eyes once more. “Don’t worry; the dancers are pretty
good here I heard. I bet you will enjoy yourself.” With that the other left,
leaving Tom to stare at his backside.
The male knew how to move and Tom wasn’t surprised when he got up on the stage.
He chuckled lowly; the dancers were pretty good right… the boy was one of them,
selling his body for money. Tom turned his stool around, facing the stage, eyes
watching hungrily as the music changed.
It was much slower than first and the green-eyed male swayed his hips, as those
hands went from his thighs over his stomach and over his chest. Their eyes met
and Tom grinned at him, the male returned it with a smile and a wink.
It was over far too quickly for Tom’s liking, as the male swirled around the
pole one more time and landed on his knees in front of the cheering crowd. The
dancer was only wearing a red slip now as he made his way through the crowd,
green eyes focused on him. Tom put one hand in his pocket, feeling the muggle
money inside it, and his lips turned upwards in amusement, as the dancer
approached him.
“Enjoyed the show?” The male whispered into his ear, leaning into his personal
space. Normally Tom wouldn’t like it that a completely stranger would do
something like this, but this time he moved his free hand around and pulled the
male in between his legs.
“Can’t you tell?” Tom whispered back huskily, knowing that his erection was
straining against the male’s stomach now.
The male laughed and pulled him up, taking him to a more private room.
Back then Tom had believed it would be a simple one night stand, he never
thought that the muggle could capture him so utterly and completely.
Harry was simply divine and Tom quickly wanted him to be his and his alone.
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Many nights Tom found himself returning at the club after that first meeting
and several weeks passed. Strangely enough he didn’t grow bored of Harry or the
black-haired male’s body. No, instead he craved it more every time he left the
club.
To know that he was lusting after a simple weak muggle and he was spending way
too much money on him as well. Something must be utterly wrong with him. Yet
Tom couldn’t stop it either and he stood near the back as Harry danced on the
stage, this time an angry sneer was on his face, as he noticed how everyone
looked at Harry, looked at what he had started to considered his.
Every time he came here, these feelings of pure anger only intensified. His
mind was screaming, raging, wanting nothing more than to pull Harry off that
stage. To never let anyone see that beautiful body that was his.
Tom gritted his teeth as the spotlight increased and Harry threw off his shirt,
throwing it into the crowd, which went wild. No, this was it. Tom couldn’t deal
with this anymore.
He let his magic run free and the spotlight gave a loud blast and it became
dark on the stage. The music stopped as well as the radio got on fire. People
screamed, but then the club owner got up on the stage and told them all to calm
down.
Tom’s dark eyes were fixed upon Harry, as he made his way of the stage, his
body tense all of a sudden. As the black-haired male made his way through the
crowd, to him, only to him, Tom thought possessively in his mind, a blonde male
grabbed Harry’s wrist and pushed his body up against Harry’s.
If Tom had been furious before, nothing could prepare him for this. The blonde
male screamed and Harry wide eyed jumped back as the blonde fell to the ground,
letting out a pained scream... Green eyes looked around and found his, Tom
noticed they turned furious for one second.
Harry quickly made his way over to him and pulled him away from the main room
and into a familiar room, shutting the door behind them. “What the hell do you
think you are doing, Tom!?” Harry screamed at him.
“He was touching you!” Tom screamed, not even realising in his anger that Harry
knew it had been him who had done it.
Harry’s lips thinned and the green eyes glared at him. “Magic should not be
used like this!” Harry snapped.
Tom opened his mouth, as Harry’s sentence finally hit in and his eyes widened.
Harry knew about magic? Knew about him being a wizard? Had Harry some relative
who was either a witch or a wizard then?
“Like seriously, Tom. I am doing my job. You can’t go around destroying stuff
and hurting those that touch me!” Harry continued on, clearly angered as well.
That was really the last straw. Tom took one step closer, pulling the other
body flush against his chest. Harry froze and glared up at him and Tom merely
grew more aroused at seeing those emerald eyes so full of defiance. “You know
about the magic community… but you are not a wizard yourself, otherwise we
would have attended Hogwarts at the same time.” Tom muttered softly. Harry was
now 23 and he had just turned 24. Even one year younger, he would have
recognized someone like Harry instantly.
“My mother is a witch…” Harry snarled. “I may not be able to use magic, but I
can feel it. It clings to you, surrounds you, like pure darkness.”
Tom hummed and slowly started to push Harry backwards, to the sole bed inside
the room. “Tom!” Harry screamed as the male hit him against his chest, but Tom
ignored it.
He merely moved his hand and Harry’s hands were tied together on his back.
Green eyes widened briefly in shock, but then Tom pushed Harry down on the bed.
“Let me make this clear…” Tom whispered softly as he hovered above the other
male. There was a dangerous edge in his voice that slipped through. “You are
mine and I will never allow anyone to touch you ever again.”
He saw Harry’s pupils dilate slightly at his words and it made Tom feel
pleased. “You can’t exactly own a person, Tom.” Harry muttered back softly.
Tom’s lips curved upwards. “Really?” Tom asked him as he leaned down and sucked
hard on Harry’s neck. “I do own you, Harry. You will stop working here.”
Harry snorted, ignoring the stirring deep down inside his body, and Tom pulled
back to look at the male underneath him. “And what will I get in return, big
bad wizard?” Tom sat back up, straddling Harry’s legs and his hand moved over
Harry’s chest, a possessive look in his eyes.
“Me, of course.” Tom grinned as he pinched Harry’s nipple, the piercing cold at
his touch.
Harry let out a small gasp, but recovered quickly. “And what if I don’t want
you,” Harry said back. “Who would want someone as arrogant and possessive as
you, after all,” Harry shifted and pushed himself up, as Tom silently let him.
Their breathing mingled, as they regarded each other. “Do not think that I have
not seen the way you look at me, every time your eyes grew darker and you got
more jealous.” Harry whispered against his lips, emerald eyes gleaming as Harry
smirked.
Tom pushed him down. “I am not jealous.” He snarled into Harry’s face, but
Harry was merely smiling up at him. “I have no reason to be jealous, since you
don’t belong to then, now do you?”
“You don’t want them all to see me, or touch me, Tom. That is pure jealously,”
Harry stated as his smile turned into a grin again. “I feel honoured really.
You know my mother knows some people from the wizarding community. I heard
about you, before I even met you.”
Tom had a difficult time to hide his confusion at Harry’s words. He knew he was
kind of famous in the wizarding world after all. Being the last heir to one of
the founders and having real proof for it. Well unlike Smith as well, but she
wasn’t getting any younger and she had no children, meaning that the Hufflepuff
line ended with her.
Tom instead had no plans on dying. He had already achieved immortality and he
would live forever.
“Tom Marvolo Riddle, heir of Salazar Slytherin, only parselmouth being alive,
top of the class student, head boy and even prefect of Slytherin.” Harry eyed
him as he summed this all up, then the green-eyed male shook his head slowly.
“In other words, Mr. Perfect. Though I find this a little hard to believe…”
“Then tell me, why would you find this so hard to believe?” Tom asked in a soft
voice that almost sounded hiss like.
Most people knew they were in trouble if he used this kind of voice, but Harry
either ignored the warning signs or was simply a foolish muggle after all. For
the male had the nerve to laugh. To laugh straight out to his face.
When Harry finally stopped laughing, he still had a grin on his face that Tom
hated to admit looked good. “It’s too good to be true,” Harry stated, as he sat
back up again. “And I think I am one of the few who has seen your more darker
side,” Tom didn’t move even as Harry’s face moved past his and he could feel
Harry’s breath against his ear. “Haven’t I, my Lord?”
That whisper undid Tom completely. Only his followers knew that they should
address him like that in their meetings. For someone who was apparently a
squib, Harry was pretty well informed. Tom glanced into those green eyes.
“Who?” He questioned coldly.
Who in his ranks had told Harry about him? Harry grinned at him. “I must say he
is nice fuck… though I prefer you.” Tom placed his hand against Harry’s throat
and pushed him down, seeing the male’s breath hitch.
“Who told you?” Tom hissed furiously. A traitor in his midst, he needed to find
out who it was. “Legilimens.” Tom said softly, as he made his way into Harry’s
mind.
Memories played out in front of his eyes, many memories of Harry having sex
with many males and Tom wanted to kill them all for daring to touch him at all.
None of them were important; he needed to know who had relayed this information
to Harry.
Finally he stumbled upon a memory that got close. Short blonde hair and silver
eyes. Draco Malfoy…
Tom gently pulled out of Harry’s mind, seeing a pained expression on Harry’s
face. “Fuck that hurt…” The male underneath him groaned.
Tom knew he hadn’t been exactly gentle when he ripped into Harry’s memories,
but now that he knew who it was, his anger was slowly ebbing away. Though he
did make a mental note to break all of Draco’s fingers before torturing and
killing him.
“That was unnecessary…” Harry muttered and green eyes blinked a few times as he
started to focus again. “I hope you are not planning on killing him. He has
done nothing wrong.”
Tom snorted. “Hasn’t he? He shared his secrets with a mere stranger in a night
club.” He stated softly.
“He was drunk every damn time, Tom. Give the male a break. Besides muggles
would no doubt not even believe his words...” Harry snapped back, glaring up at
the other.
“Hm… nope, I will deal with him later on,” Tom whispered as he leaned down
more, covering Harry’s whole body with his own. Harry’s eyes narrowed even
further. Tom merely smiled down at him. “I am quite intrigued, that even
knowing who I am from one who I thought I could trust, you still dare to glare
up at me like this.”
“Well, let’s see… if you wanted to either hurt me or have me dead, I would
already be long buried deep beneath the ground,” Harry stated. “Also
considering that you kept coming back and grew jealous and possessive of me, I
think you aren’t that fond of the idea of losing me.”
Tom hummed softly, smirking down at him as he gently traced his fingers over
Harry’s cheek. “You would have been a Gryffindor or maybe a Ravenclaw, the way
you use your mind.” Tom said and then pushed his lips against Harry’s, giving
the other no time to reply.
Tom let one hand slip in between them, rubbing Harry’s half-hard cock through
the thin short he wore. A soft moan escaped Harry’s mouth, which Tom eagerly
swallowed down. Tom pushed his tongue inside Harry’s mouth, completely
dominating the other male.
Harry struggled against the ropes that held his hands tied down on his back,
but Tom instead had other plans as he was roughly turned around. Small hisses
came from the other’s mouth as those sinful lips kissed his neck, shoulder and
back, slowly inching down. Harry shifted and glanced over his shoulder, seeing
those dark eyes watch him, but for one second he thought he saw a red gleam in
those eyes.
Tom became silent, but his eyes were burning and Harry knew he was seriously
playing with fire here. Tom Marvolo Riddle was dangerous, his instincts had
been right from the very start and that is exactly why he had approached the
handsome male.
Harry felt his slip disappear, as Tom smirked down at him. “No more holding
back now.” Another wash of magic went over him and Harry gasped as he felt his
hole being stretched and it felt like something wet or slick was inside of him.
Tom straightened and opened his trousers, pulling his already aching cock out
and Harry’s green eyes watched with lust growing in them. A hand landed on his
neck as Tom leaned over him and Harry felt the tip of his cock touch the rim of
his anus. Sideways, Harry kept his eyes on Tom as he saw the dark wizard grin
at him, but he could see the lust in those dark eyes.
It made Harry feel powerful that in one way he could completely and utterly
undo Tom. Even if he was only a muggle he had a feeling he had some power over
Tom like this. He pushed his hips back and Tom chuckled, biting on his neck.
Harry groaned at the pain shooting through him. “Eager, aren’t we?” Tom hissed
huskily.
“I can say the same about you.” Harry said breathlessly. Tom laughed, clearly
amused and entered in one swift thrust.
Harry arched his back, his hands tightening in Tom’s shirt, as Tom’s hands
gripped his hips and he started to fuck him. Harry pushed back against Tom’s
thrust as well as he could, while he sometimes even tensed his muscles, which
made Tom groan as he increased his pace afterwards.
“Harder!” Harry moaned out and Tom obliged, increasing the pace and Harry was
sure that Tom’s nails would leave marks on his skin, but he guessed that is
exactly what Tom wanted. As the other went back to kissing, sucking and biting
on his neck.
“Mine, say you are mine.” Tom groaned against his neck.
Harry closed as his eyes as he felt the pleasure run through him, but actually
saying these words didn’t feel quite right, so he kept his mouth shut and Tom’s
hand came up, pulling at his hair.
“Say you are mine, Harry!” Tom snarled in his ear as he stilled. Harry tried to
regain his breathing, feeling Tom’s ragged breathing against his skin. Harry
tightened his ass muscles and he felt Tom shift forward, the cock inside him
twitching.
The hand from his hair went forward and landed on his throat, pushing him back
against Tom’s chest completely, giving him no space at all to move. “Harry…”
Tom said dangerously.
Harry grinned, knowing he was really pushing Tom’s limits. “You can’t own a
person, Tom…” Harry said back, glancing sideways to Tom’s face.
Harry wasn’t mistaken this time around, as Tom’s eyes were burning bright red.
His breath hitched at the intensity and the hunger inside of it. Harry knew it
was all for him. “You’re wrong, Harry…” Tom whispered and moved closer,
stopping just before their lips would touch.
Harry felt his heart thumping inside his chest, but pushed down all the fear he
felt. Tom brushed their lips against each other in one short sweet kiss. Harry
felt however how the brown-haired male’s lips were curved upwards.
When Tom pulled back Harry saw that Tom was smirking at him and the hand on his
throat, moved a bit, but never left his throat. “There are still slaves, maybe
not here, but in other parts of the world I have seen wizard and witches who
owned slaves.”
Harry felt his blood turn cold at this sentence. He knew now that playing with
fire was dangerous and he had the terrible feeling that he was about to get
burned. Tom’s hands move up from his throat and gripped his chin, one finger
landing on his lips, but Harry made no move to pull away at all.
“You see Harry, there is a spell. If I used it on you, you would be nothing
more than my personal sex slave.” Tom whispered and those words felt damning as
Harry’s eyes widened.
“You can’t do that!!” Harry exclaimed as he struggled to get free, but Tom
pushed him down and started to fuck him again.
“You. Find. That. I. Can. And. I. Wil.” Each word was accompanied with one hard
thrust that left Harry gasping and moaning and then Tom fucked him harder than
before.
One of Tom’s hands went down and started tugging on his erection, which Harry
noted that despite everything was still hard and it was soon after that it
started leaking pre-cum. “Fuck…” Harry moaned against the onslaught of pleasure
on his body. He couldn’t think straight. This wasn’t normal… Tom had done
something.
“What did you do!?” Harry screamed through his moans.
“I didn’t do anything.” Tom groaned against his ear and Harry could hear that
Tom wasn’t lying…
Harry knew he liked being dominated and tied down, but still he shouldn’t feel
this aroused after what Tom had said… Harry moaned as he felt Tom’s cock brush
against his prostate and Tom angled his hips so that he hit it with almost
every thrust.
It didn’t take long when Harry felt his balls tightening and he was so close.
“Fuck…” Harry moaned, as he couldn’t recall ever feeling like this.
Harry arched his back as he came, his cock spurting the semen beneath him on
the sheets. Tom removed his hand from his member and held both his hips once
more, thrusting in harder and deeper. Harry just laid there with his cheek on
the sheet, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his body down.
He felt Tom still inside of him and knew the other had just come inside of him,
making Harry wince. The wizard shifted and pulled him sideways, spooning him.
Tom’s hand lazy trailed over his stomach and Harry opened his eyes. “Are you
going to make me your slave..?” Harry questioned him and Tom hummed softly.
“No… I have enough mindless fools surrounding me. With that spell you will lose
your own will, only obeying me and wanting to pleasure me. I am a cruel
bastard, but not that cruel, Harry.” Tom whispered against the back of his
neck.
Harry felt relieved by Tom’s words and relaxed in the others hold; still his
hands were tied behind his back. “Tom, could you please release me. I need to
go down and fix the damage you did.”
“No, you are staying right here.” Tom said leaving no room for any argument and
Harry glared over his shoulder. Tom’s eyes were closed and he seemed content.
“Seriously, Tom. You messed everything up downstairs, someone needs to fix it.”
Harry snapped. Tom shifted and Harry felt the cock inside him move forward,
even though they both were soft, Harry stilled.
Tom opened his eyes; they were bright red once again. A smirk appeared on his
handsome face and sudden dread filled Harry at it. “You’re exactly where you
should be and you will remain here with me.”
“Possessive bastard…” Harry muttered, glaring at him. “You even came inside me.
You know that we had a deal about that.” Harry hated the sticky feeling inside
of him and Tom sighed pulling out of him.
With one move from Tom’s hand Harry felt the stickiness inside him disappear.
“Happy?” Tom asked him, as Harry felt the two arms tighten around him, pulling
him back against Tom’s hard chest.
“No,” Harry said, wriggling his hands, which were now trapped in between them.
“My hands, Tom.”
Tom hummed and smirked against his neck. “I like you tied up, so no. your hands
remain that way for now.”
“Tom seriously! We can’t stay here like this, what if someone else needs the
room. You have to let me go!” Harry exclaimed. Tom sighed, clearly irritated
and then Harry felt the feeling of side-along apparition.
Green eyes closed as he felt another bed beneath him after being pushed through
a small pipe. “Now shut up.” Tom snapped and Harry felt a blanket being pulled
over them.
As Harry opened his eyes, he noticed they were in some kind of bedroom. Tom
must have apparated them away to his own house… Harry knew that his life just
got fucked over by Tom Riddle and yet he couldn’t quite deny he liked the
thrill of it all.
“Heey Tom…” Harry said softly, wondering if the wizard had fallen asleep. Tom
gave a soft hum and Harry grinned as he continued. “You are jealous, aren’t
you?”
Harry jerked forward and let out a shriek as Tom’s hand landed hard on his
bottom. “This ass is mine, just as the rest of your body, as is your mind, your
soul and your heart.” Tom growled near his ear and Harry shivered at the warm
breath and the dangerous words that left Tom’s mouth. Harry felt his cock
twitch at it and somehow he knew that even though he was playing with fire, he
quite liked it. “Is that clear, Harry?” Tom whispered as he sucked on his
earlobe.
Harry looked up, meeting Tom’s red eyes. He grinned at him. “Yes, my Lord.”
Harry whispered and he was delighted when Tom’s pupils dilated. Oh, the power
he had over Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. Harry couldn’t help himself and
laughed, earning himself another smack on his ass.
***** Sadistic Dark Lord *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello, this prompt was requested by Maniastern, who requested a more
     canon non-sexual, pure-sadistic Voldemort/Harry with screams and
     blood. I hope I succeed in this for it is very different than what I
     normally write.
     Thanks to Rob Dyke(youtube). For one of his videos gave me the needed
     inspiration for this fanfic. Hope you like it and all mistakes are
     still my own!
     Please mind the warnings!!
     Warnings: Torture, sadistic Voldemort, Blood and Gore, pure torture,
     muggle device(heretic’s fork).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Sadistic Dark Lord: ****
This was not how it was supposed to end. This could simply not be happening. In
a way Harry could only hope that all this was one terrible nightmare…
Yet he knew that it was not. Green eyes closed as he tried to move his hands or
arms. Yet they remained firmly tied on his back, his wrists bound to his
elbows. All the blood inside his body was rushing to his head, since he was
tied upside down.
His ankles were in chains that were tied to two poles spreading his legs wide,
only increasing the pain in his muscles and upper legs.
The small cell had only one door and no light source at all.
So Harry couldn’t recall how much time had passed. Had only a few hours passed?
Or had maybe days passed since his friends had escaped with Dobby. Harry let
out a small sound at the reminder of Dobby’s big eyes in shock as they
disappeared with a loud pop, leaving him behind in Malfoy Manor.
He had been trying to reach out to the house-elf, only to feel ropes wrap
around his feet, making him stumble and fall. It happened so quickly, but at
least Harry was certain that his friends were safe, as they disappeared in
front of his eyes…
The door creaked open, bringing Harry from his thoughts as he closed his eyes
tightly, turning his head away from the blinding light that filled the dark
cell.
The throbbing in his scar already letting him know who was entering the cell.
He kept his eyes firmly closed, even as he heard the door close once more. His
heart was beating loudly against his chest, pumping blood through his veins
that immediately went to his head.
“You still do not wish to speak?” Voldemort questioned him softly. Stubbornly
Harry remained quiet. He had already put up with the Cruciatus curse, multiple
times during the time he had been captured. Harry guessed it must have been
longer than one week. He simply couldn’t let Voldemort know what they had been
up to.
“Surely this position you find yourself in is highly uncomfortable.” Voldemort
hissed and the voice sounded closer, yet Harry kept his eyes closed, not
wanting to look up at his captor and let him see just how awful he felt.
Silence filled the room and Harry breathed in deeply and finally opened his
eyes, looking up at those red slitted eyes that were gleaming down at him in a
rather sadistic and pleased way.
“Muggles,” Voldemort practically spat the word with loathing in his voice. “Do
have some intriguing torture method; even I can admit this, Harry.” Harry tried
to ignore the dread in in his whole body at those words.
“I didn’t think you would stoop so low, Tom.” Harry rasped out. This as
expected earned him a kick to his head and Harry let out a pained groan, as he
swear he saw stars and the pain in his head increased.
“You know, Harry. People died from hanging upside down like this.” Voldemort
continued on as if he hadn’t been interrupted or kicked his prisoner at all.
“It usually takes around 8 till 10 hours however, it is quite painful death.”
Harry gritted his teeth together and didn’t reply, knowing that he shouldn’t
provoke the other, while he was in such an awful situation.
“Sometimes they would even go so far as to cut the person in half, slowly.”
Voldemort hissed out and Harry’s eyes shot up to look at Voldemort, who seeing
his fear-stricken look started laughing, clearly enjoying the pain that Harry
was in and the fear that must have showed ins his eyes.
Harry quickly pushed his fear away and tried to calm down his breathing, not
wanting to give Voldemort the satisfaction. Yet it wasn’t easy considering it
felt like his lungs weren’t working properly and he could still feel slight
dread inside him.
“Do you know how long you have been tied down here?” Voldemort asked as he
crouched down, so he was leaning close to Harry’s face. Harry only wanted to
get his hands free and hit that sadistic smirk of Voldemort’s face.
“No?” Voldemort asked him, tilting his head to the side. Harry glared at him,
barely suppressing the urge to lash out to him. “I would say it has been almost
6 hours…”
Disbelief went through him. Harry certainly thought that he had been stuck here
longer. “Since it is so dark here and you are in pain, however I think you
might thought it to be longer.”
Harry stared in those blazing red eyes as Voldemort just continued on. “Maybe I
should start to cut you in half, maybe then you will finally speak and tell me
what you have been up to.”
Harry struggled weakly against the chains, but he only felt his heartrate
increase as Voldemort rose to his full height once more. “You know where they
start to cut…” Harry’s eyes widened and he let out a strangled no, as
Voldemort’s wand went to his crotch.
“Hm…” Voldemort grinned down at him. “Something you want to tell me, Harry?”
Harry closed his mouth, knowing he couldn’t tell Voldemort about the horcrux
hunt… But… to be cut in half from down there…
“No?” Voldemort asked him softly and Harry despite the trembling in his body
and the fear rushing through him stayed silent, as his hands balled into fists.
“Such a pity…”
Harry closed his eyes and his whole body tensed. He felt magic wash over him
and then pain unlike any before went through him. He struggled desperately,
trying to free his hands, to get that wand away from genital area. It felt like
a knife was slowly inching down on his sensitive skin and an anguished scream
tore from his mouth.
 
It cut deeper and deeper and Harry barely felt the red liquid moving over his
back and his stomach, sticking to his pants, briefs and shirt, coating them
bright red.
The pain stopped and Harry was heavily gasping for breath through the pain that
still lingered on his body, but numbed. “You wish to speak?” Voldemort asked
him and he felt a bony hand being placed on his thigh. It was only then that
Harry felt his body was convulsing and he bit down on his lip hard, tears
streaming from his tightly closed eyes.
“I can continue this for hours; after all I am a wizard and can heal you and
start all over again.” Voldemort threatened and Harry felt the pure terror of
those words, knowing that Voldemort would do exactly that…
Harry could indeed feel a small healing spell on his lower body, but it did
nothing as Voldemort said. “Let’s try this again then…”
Harry could hear Voldemort laugh as he let out a sob, but he knew saying the
truth to Voldemort would only make it more awful or maybe the Dark Lord would
finally grant him death.
Harry started screaming and thrashing again as Voldemort once again started to
cut in his crotch. The pain and torture continued on and on, until eventually
Voldemort stopped and lowered his body to the ground.
Harry laid there, eyes unseeing and his mouth open in soft and heavy gasps.
There was wetness underneath him that Harry thought must be his blood…
Voldemort crouched down and moved him so he was lying on his back.
“Tell me.” Voldemort ordered, but Harry just closed his eyes and turned his
head away. Despite the torture he had been put through he wouldn’t break…. He
couldn’t let him know, his friends would be in even more danger if Voldemort
knew…
He heard a cold, yet clearly amused laugh. “Stubborn boy, you know how easy it
would be for me to rip the information from your mind.” Harry tensed; he had
forgotten that Voldemort was a master Legilimens. But then it made Harry wonder
why he hadn’t done so before.
A hand grasped his chin and Harry opened his eyes, which felt dried up after
all the crying he had done. A sharp nail moved over his cheek and Harry felt it
almost cut his skin, but it didn’t hurt as much as it had down there.
“I enjoy your suffering, Harry,” Voldemort hissed out and Harry could indeed
see that the Dark Lord was greatly pleased. “I enjoy it, because you deserve
it, for everything you have done against me.” The last words were hissed in
slight anger, but through the pain in his whole body Harry wasn’t even aware of
the pain in his scar anymore.
His crotch area felt strangely numb… and he wondered if there was permanent
damage down there. Maybe he didn’t even have anything down there anymore…
“Tomorrow…” Voldemort whispered and then Harry blacked out. Finally he got what
he wanted, since Voldemort had enervated him every time he began to lose
consciousness during the torture.
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The next time Harry awoke he felt something tied around his neck, but that was
not all he felt. Four sharp pins… Two were right under his chin and if Harry
moved his head down even the slightest bit he knew it would go through his
skin. Instead he moved his head further back, even if felt uncomfortable.
The two other pins were pushing against his lower neck and he was tied down to
a bed.
Harry moved his body, still feeling weak and a bit sluggish, but he needed to
free his hands and ankles from the shackles. He needed to find a way out of
this…
His lower body felt weird and Harry guessed that some permanent damage was done
to him after all. HE let out a chocked sob, but knew he couldn’t let it get to
him.
Harry didn’t dare lower his head and look around, because he could still feel
the sharp pain in his chin. Though he did recognize the cell anyway… it was the
same cell in which he had been hung upside down.
The door opened and Harry forgetting about the fork like pins on his chin
craned his neck to look at the door, breaking his skin on the sharp pins. He
let out a pained gasp and he could hear another person groan in pain as well as
a thump sounded before it. Harry however quickly moved his head back and tried
to calm down his beating heart.
“Ah, you are awake,” Voldemort stated and Harry heard some movement as the Dark
Lord appeared in his line of sight. “I assume you already felt the little
device strapped around your neck.” Harry glared at him and he could hear
someone moving and clearly attempting to scream.
“I have another little game, let’s see if we can make you confess like this.”
Voldemort whispered to him and then the Dark Lord moved away and Harry looked
up the tiniest bit, feeling the pressure against the soft skin of his chin.
The bed moved upwards and disappeared as Harry was tied against the wall. He
had closed his eyes with the movements and tried not to move his head down.
But still a muffled scream of his name made his eyes shot open and he let out a
wince as he once again forgot the device around his neck. Voldemort laughed,
but Harry closed his eyes in pure horror.
It was Hermione… how had they found her? How could she be here?
He felt a hand grab his hair and he forced his eyes open in a glare, as he
opened his mouth to curse Voldemort or beg him to let her go however he felt
the pins move deeper into his skin and he closed his mouth quickly, eyes
widening in silent understanding.
Voldemort’s smile was so dark and full of even more promise of torture and pain
that Harry could only shake his head, hoping to let Voldemort know that he
didn’t want this. Though he knew deep down that Voldemort would ignore it
anyway.
“You do not wish to speak… maybe she will, when I torture her the same way I
did with you.” Voldemort hissed softly and the fingers pulled at his head and
forced it down. Harry let out a cry as he fought against the grip, not wanting
those pins to move deeper into his skin. Yet he couldn’t get free from
Voldemort’s strong grip either.
Harry could already feel blood slowly dripping down from the puncture wounds,
from all four pins.
Harry struggled as Voldemort moved away, releasing him and he saw how Hermione
was hung upside down and she struggled weakly. He gritted his teeth against his
each other.
Screams echoed through the small room as Voldemort started to torture Hermione
and Harry struggled harder, opening and closing his mouth a few times as he
felt the pain of the pins, until he knew he could not let this continued.
“Stop!!” He screamed feeling the pins pierce through his skin and the blood
flowed from the wounds.
Harry craned his head backwards as tears rolled over his cheeks. “I am sorry,
did you say something?” Voldemort asked, but at least Hermione’s screams had
stopped and she was now crying. Yet Harry had the feeling it wasn’t the end of
it yet…
“S-Stop…” Harry gasped, ignoring the pain on his own throat as the pins shifted
into his skin once more.
He could handle this pain.. he could, for Hermione. Harry heard some movement
and Voldemort’s face appeared in front of his. That dark smile plastered on
Voldemort’s face only made Harry feel his blood run cold.
A hand touched the object tied around his neck. “Speak, Harry…” Voldemort
whispered, red eyes gleaming pleasingly.
Every word he would say the fork device would pierce his skin. Harry was very
much aware of it. But he simply couldn’t let Hermione suffer because of his
failure…
Yet even as he said the truth, Voldemort would maybe torture them even more and
they could only hope and wish for the end to come… Harry’s mind got barely
think about how a few muggles tricks worked better than the Cruciatus curse…
“Horcruxes.” Harry got out, feeling the pins move into his skin with that
simply word, but he closed his eyes as he felt his head started to burst.
What happened next Harry didn’t know. Pain, exactly like the Cruciatus curse
went through him. He thrashed and screamed, unaware of the pins breaking his
skin completely as he moved his head down as well, attempting to free himself
from the torture curse.
It stopped and only one second later a flash of green blinding light filled the
room and Harry saw it. It hit Hermione straight in her chest and her body,
which was still hanging upside down went limp.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe, blood was flowing from the puncture wounds
and Voldemort’s red eyes stared at him. “What did you say?” The Dark Lord
hissed out, angered. Harry also recognized the fear that Voldemort clearly
tried to hide.
Harry felt the stinging in his chin and beneath his breast bone, but his mind
was fuzzy. He could only think about how he had lost, how he had failed.
A hand went around his throat and Harry weakly raised his head up, meeting
Voldemort’s angered glare. “I will not grant you death, Harry.”
Harry shook his head, not believing this. After everything, after every time
that Voldemort tried to kill him… “I will torture you endlessly.” The promise
was dark and Harry knew nothing would stop Voldemort at keeping this promise.
With those words Voldemort left the room, leaving Hermione’s dead body hanging
in the middle of the cell. Harry cried softly, still feeling the pain in his
whole body…
One hour… Harry reckoned one hour must have passed as Hermione’s body started
to shift and green eyes met the face of Draco Malfoy’s dead body instead of
Hermione. He never noticed that the blonde boy was much too young to be Draco.
An anguished scream tore from his mouth at the revelation that Voldemort had
played him. Harry didn’t care that the wounds from the fork only increased. It
was his heart that was hurting now, unable to believe that it had not been
Hermione.
That he had giving the information away like this…
He never knew that all that time Voldemort was watching and enjoying every
agonised scream and sob that came from him. “So sweet you are.” Voldemort
hissed out as Nagini coiled around, also hissing giddily.
“How long till you start over again, master?” Nagini asked him and Voldemort
laughed.
“Soon, my dear Nagini,” Voldemort answered as he raised his hand, letting his
fingers trail over her head, as red eyes watched with glee at the view in front
of him. A sadistic smile formed on his lipless mouth. “I can continue breaking
him all over again, for he is mine, just as you are.”
Nagini let out a pleased hiss as she nudged his hand and Voldemort chuckled
darkly. He couldn’t wait to start all over again with his human horcrux.
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“Obliviate…” The word was whispered as Harry felt all the memories of his
capture and torture fade away.
What had been revealed before was simply horrifying… Harry deep down inside
refused to believe it, yet he knew it to be the truth. Had seen it with his own
eyes…
The mirror in front of him hadn’t lied… he had not seen himself for many years.
His mind was a mess; he had been stuck here for Merlin’s knows how long.
Voldemort said that it was now more than 100 year. And every time Voldemort
grew tired of his complete submission and acceptance of the torture, it would
start over again. It was surprising that his mind hadn’t broken yet, but
Voldemort said if that were to happen he would fix him again.
The Dark Lord had gleefully told him that this was the 20th time that he had
erased his mind. Maybe one day it would break his mind completely, but the Dark
Lord simply stated that he was too stubborn and strong.
It was a nice praise… Yet the thought of once again going through so much
torture filled his mind and body with dread. He begged Voldemort not to do it,
not to erase his memories, just to continue torturing him.
HE couldn’t bear to once again lose the truth. To once again believe he was a
mere 17 years old, while he was now more than 100.
The ache in his bones he had blamed on the torture, never thinking that maybe
his body was growing older. But when Voldemort told the truth and showed him to
a mirror, he had been forced to acknowledge it.
He looked like he was around 50 years old…
Voldemort placed hand on his cheek as Harry felt himself falling away once
more. “Let’s start again, my precious prisoner.” The Dark Lord whispered.
Harry closed his eyes, wanting to please him, but he felt like he was losing
himself. He couldn’t stop it and let everything flow away.
Harry woke up, feeling his hands were tied at his back and he was hanging
upside down. Taking in the room around he noticed it was small and damp. A
cell…
What had happened? Green eyes blinked and went to the door as Voldemort
entered. “Hello Harry.” Voldemort greeted him and Harry glared, as he struggled
his body, trying to free himself.
A cold, amused laugh echoed through the cell and it simply made Harry’s blood
run cold.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for this late update on this challenge. But I have been busy
     and things have been hectic, besides that my inspiration is all over
     the place XD…
     I will write all the other prompts! So please bear with me :)!!
***** The Dark Lord and the Diary *****
Chapter Summary
     Voldemort and his diary horcrux have some fun with Harry after the
     Dark Lord takes Harry away from the ministry of magic. Requested by
     KuronoYume
Chapter Notes
     Two updates on one day, yay me!
     This is for KuronoYume, who requested a threesome with Harry,
     Diary!Tom and Voldemort.
     Hope you enjoy it ^-^!! All mistakes are still my own! It’s been some
     time since I wrote a threesome, so it was a nice change/challenge for
     me again XD.
      
     Warnings: Slight dub-con, Underage, bondage, toys, threesome, double
     penetration.
**** The Dark Lord and the Diary: ****
It all happened in some kind of haze… The moment when the curse hit Sirius and
his godfather disappeared behind that veil would be forever etched inside his
memory.
Anger unlike any before had gone through him and in his rage he had not
listened to the words his friends and the order members said. No instead, he
had run after Bellatrix with a need to hurt her that he also never had felt
before. It was as if all his emotions were going haywire.
She had taken his chance away at living together with his godfather. Bellatrix
deserved to be hurt at that point Harry barely cared about his morals. Her
insane cackling only etched him on. “I killed Sirius Black!” She screamed and
Harry raised his wand as he sprinted closer to her.
Green eyes furious, he cast a curse he never thought he would use. “Crucio!” He
yelled and she went down with a small gasp. She quickly turned around and Harry
glared at her, feeling the dark magic move through him.
Her lips turned upwards and her eyes shifted, but Harry was unaware of it.
Suddenly a strong arm pulled him backwards until his back hit a hard chest
behind him. Green eyes widened as he heard a voice whisper in his ear. “You
must mean it, Harry.” Another hand moved forward and those thin bony fingers
wrapped around his.
His hand trembled, knowing it was Voldemort standing behind him but the grip on
his hand tightened and the trembling seized. Bellatrix grin faded, as
uncertainty appeared in her eyes and some fear. “My Lord?” She whispered
softly, her voice full of devotion nonetheless.
“Try again.” Voldemort said instead and Harry knew that he was speaking to him
and not her. The Dark Lord had completely ignored his faithful servant.
Somewhere deep down Harry was very much aware of the many reason why he should
not do this.
But right at this moment he didn’t care. Maybe he would later find himself
regretting it, but right now he wanted to hurt her. He had meant to hurt her.
Harry braced himself and he could hear a soft chuckle near his ear that sounded
strangely amused.
“Crucio.” Harry said, not even raising his voice this time and Bellatrix’s body
twisted as she tried to fight off the torture curse. Yet she didn’t scream and
Harry wanted her to scream. To hear her pain filled screams, knowing that he
was the one to cause it. Unknowingly to Harry the spell became stronger with
his wish and the first scream tore from Bellatrix’s mouth.
Harry felt something dark rush through him at the sound. He almost felt
strangely giddy… The chest behind against his back was vibrating with soft
hissed laughter that Harry could hear close by his ear.
Harry’s lips curved upwards in a maniacal grin feeling that the other wizard
was enjoying this just as much as he was. He was simply unaware of the
addictive feeling of dark magic and Voldemort who was still holding his hand
lowered it, stopping the spell.
It was only then that the smell of urine reached Harry and he was panting
heavily. Before he could fully gather himself he was roughly turned around and
demanding lips were upon his. Harry gasped and a forked tongue moved inside his
mouth, tasting everything.
Harry couldn’t focus, the hand around him pulled him even closer against
Voldemort’s body and green eyes closed with a soft moan that Voldemort
swallowed down. A hand grabbed his chin and Voldemort stopped the kiss as those
lips moved to his ear. “Beautiful,” Voldemort hissed and Harry shivered as he
recognized it as parseltongue. “No escaping this time.”
Harry was still out of breath as he heard the sound of a fireplace activating.
“Tom…” It was Dumbledore… Harry felt Voldemort pull away a bit to glare at the
headmaster.
“Too late, Albus.” The Dark Lord said with a smirk and Harry saw how those blue
eyes met his and turned sad.
“Let him go, Tom.” Albus raised his wand at them as he stepped closer. Harry
felt something inside him tense, because strangely he felt content right here,
right now. Inside Voldemort’s arms he felt more content than ever before, even
knowing that the Dark Lord had tried to kill him multiple times.
Yet it was clear that he had no such intention… even last year Voldemort and
Tom had not killed him in the graveyard… He easily escaped them, too easy if
Harry thought back on it.
Albus stopped and eyed the both of them. “Harry, are you alright?”
Was he alright? No, in a way he wasn’t. His mind was a mess and Sirius was
gone. Yet Voldemort’s presence had made it better, especially since the Dark
Lord had helped him torture Bellatrix.
“No…” Harry replied, but not moving out of Voldemort’s arm that was still
secured around his waist. “But I feel better…” Maybe later Harry would indeed
regret it as Voldemort laughed.
“That is what dark magic does, Harry.” Voldemort chuckled as he said this and
Harry saw Albus’s eyes widening a fraction.
“Harry, get away from him!” Albus screamed, but Voldemort slashed his own wand
and several bricks from all over the building blasted forward to the
headmaster. A strange kind of feeling of being pushed through a small pipe went
through him and Harry stumbled.
Voldemort’s hand latched onto his shoulders, keeping him from falling onto the
ground. “First time side-along apparition?” The Dark Lord laughed.
“And I bet you didn’t warn him beforehand,” Another voice said that Harry
recognised immediately. His head shot up and he saw Tom Riddle sitting there on
a rather spacious bed. The young Dark Lord smirked at him. “Hello Harry, fancy
meeting you again.”
Harry finally pushed away from Voldemort and backed away, but both dark wizards
didn’t react, only watched him. Yet it felt unnerving as he noticed both their
stares were kind of hungry in some way.
“No need to be scared, Harry,” Tom said as he got up and stood beside
Voldemort. Seeing them standing next to each other Harry could clearly see some
of Tom’s features in Voldemort’s snake like face. “There are no basilisk or
dark wizards out to kill you here.”
Harry couldn’t help himself and snorted. “Yeah, right… last time I checked I
ended up in some kind of ritual in which you revived him,” Harry pointed his
wand towards Voldemort and was slightly surprised that he still had his wand on
him at all. “Before that, you set a big ass basilisk on me with the order to
kill me. And that year before Voldemort tried to kill me in trying to achieve
the Philosopher’s stone. So you should try better than that, Tom.” Harry
snarled the last words.
Acting his anger out on them could maybe make him forget about everything else
that had been happening… Tom narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways and
Voldemort clearly looked displeased.
“I liked you more when you shut your mouth.” Voldemort hissed and before Harry
could react his wand flew out of his hand and something appeared inside his
mouth. He tried to bite down on it, but felt he couldn’t and he moved his hands
up wanting to remove the strange ball like object from his mouth.
Ropes appeared out of nowhere and his hands were tied down against his back. He
looked up, slightly terrified, but willing not to let it show.
Tom sighed softly and moved closer, Harry backed away until his back hit the
wall and Tom stopped in front of him. “We do not wish you any harm, Harry. You
could say we both were not thinking clear and before we could explain it last
year, you took the chance to leave.” Tom said softly and Harry glared at him.
Tom Riddle… This sixteen year old memory freed from the diary was to blame for
Ginny’s death. Harry had barely escaped with his life as the basilisk had
hunted him down on Tom’s orders. When Dumbledore finally came, Harry had lost
his way through the many pipes the basilisk had hunted him down.
Fawkes had blinded it, but still Harry kept running, trying to make no noise at
all at times, even then the basilisk had managed to almost kill him. The
serpent king did not lose track of him, because the basilisk could smell him.
Dumbledore had eventually ended up saving him, but when they found their way
back to the Chamber, they found Ginny’s body lying there, cold and completely
motionless, dead.
The diary on top of her chest was now empty and Tom Riddle was gone…
Previous year his dreams had been strange, he had seen Tom taking care of
someone, whom he found out later on was Voldemort himself, and clearly
preparing for something. It was until later when Harry’s name came from the
Goblet of fire and he landed in the Graveyard that he understood…
Tom was right in saying that Harry took the first chance to leave when he got
it. After that ritual were they used his blood to revive Voldemort, who had
been nothing more than a new-born child at that point, he finally freed himself
from the statue’s hold and reacted immediately.
He accioed the cup and was happy to feel that it was still a portkey, as the
graveyard faded from his sight however he had seen how Tom had tried to stop
him.
Harry focused on the here and now and saw that Tom was still standing in front
of him. He breathed in and out of his nose, but he could feel that his
breathing was slightly uneven. He was stressed; his heartbeat was also quicker
than before. This situation was not good at all…
Harry was well aware that he was at their mercy now, with no way out. “We do
not wish you any harm, Harry. We are just protecting you.” Tom whispered and
caged him in. Two hands were placed against the wall next to his head.
Harry glared at him and Tom chuckled. “Though I must admit you look quite nice
like this.”
When Tom leaned in closer Harry turned his head to the side and he heard Tom
softly snort at his reaction. “Won’t you indulge us, little saviour? For we
have saved your life.” Tom breathed against his neck and Harry looked up,
confused by Tom’s words.
His eyes widened and his breath hitched at the sight behind Tom. Voldemort was
standing there, watching them with those blazing red eyes. But it was not that
which had captured Harry’s attention. No, it was the fact that Voldemort looked
human…
He looked like Tom Riddle, only older, seemingly around 40 Harry guessed. His
black sleek hair was longer than Tom’s. Voldemort’s hair fell onto his shoulder
and was partly tied back, mostly likely to keep it from getting inside his
eyes, which were still the same red as before just not slitted.
Tom had not moved at all. “Like what you see?” Tom hissed against his neck and
Harry couldn’t suppress a shiver. HE told himself it was one of fear, but he
knew it was a lie. Tom Riddle was undoubtedly handsome and Voldemort looking
the way he did, Harry couldn’t ignore the stirring of arousal.
“Enough teasing him,” Voldemort said, clearly getting impatient. “Get him on
the bed.” Tom pulled back and Harry felt those warm hands move him towards the
bed, his mind a bit numb, he let it happen. As he was dumped on the bed however
he wondered if he should fight this more and all of his clothes disappeared
into thin air.
Harry quickly turned around, not wanting to have both dark lords’ out of his
sight, yet he also felt strangely safe… He tried to speak, but because of that
stupid ball inside his mouth he could only get out some muffled noises and he
glared at them, as he struggled against the bonds.
“Shh… like I said before, we do not wish to harm you, just relaxed and enjoy.”
Tom whispered as he climbed on the bed next to him, despite those reassuring
words Harry felt himself tense. Tom’s hand trailed over his chest and stomach
up and down in slow soothing motions.
Voldemort also moved closer, already having discarded his robe and Harry stared
at the exposed chest as Voldemort opened his shirt and also threw it somewhere
on the ground behind him. Tom chuckled and Voldemort smirked at seeing Harry’s
look.
Harry was unaware of the lust that shone through his green eyes and could be
felt through their connection.
Harry felt his heartbeat increase as Tom hovered slightly more above him and
started placing kisses on his neck. Sometimes Tom would bite lightly on his
skin and a muffled gasp would leave his mouth.
A hand touched his knee and slowly moved higher and Harry’s eyes shot open,
unaware that he had even closed them. Red eyes looked down upon him, for any
clear indication that he should not want this, before fingers wrapped around
his penis.
Harry’s hips trusted upwards on instinct and Voldemort smiled, looking pleased
with his reaction as the hand started to move slowly up and down.
Tom groaned against his neck. “You’re so sweet, Harry. You have no idea what
you do to me… or him.” It was a soft whisper and Harry wondered if Voldemort
had even heard it.
Green eyes closed with gasp as his breathing through his nose increased. Tom
shifted and Harry felt a tongue trailed down over his chest and stomach. He
forced his eyes open, watching as Tom stopped near his erection.
The young Dark Lord grinned up at him as he slowly put his lips around the tip
and Harry thrusted his hips upwards again, while Voldemort’s hand stopped at
his base, tightening his grip.
“Don’t let him come just yet. We just started.” Voldemort warned Tom. Tom
pulled back and looked up at the other wizard.
“He is young, he can take it,” Tom said and Harry watched their interaction
slightly intrigued. Voldemort sighed and moved his hand away, but Harry felt
something appear around the base from his cock and his eyes widened. Tom looked
at down as well and chuckled. “Evil…” The young wizard murmured.
Voldemort let out a soft laugh that didn’t sound cold or evil that made Harry
glance at him slightly surprised. “He can take it.” Voldemort repeated his
younger version’s words.
Both Voldemort and Tom got up from the bed as the younger of the two raised his
hand and Harry saw a drawer being opened and several objects came out. Green
eyes widened and his breath slightly hitched, as a whimper escaped from his
mouth at seeing those objects.
Tom noticing his reaction, turned to look at him. “Don’t worry; you will like
it, Harry. We will assure that.”
Harry felt his tense his body had become again and he saw Voldemort shaking his
head. “Trying to assure him is useless,” Voldemort sat down next to him and
Harry shifted away a bit, but a hand on his stomach kept him firmly in place.
“Stay.” Voldemort ordered with a small glare.
Voldemort’s other hand moved down and those fingers moved against his balls,
making Harry stiffen, before he relaxed as slowly Voldemort moved them through
his fingers, pleasure running through his body with the simply ministrations.
He didn’t even know his balls were so sensitive…
“I think one day you might scare him away,” Tom muttered as he sat down on
Harry’s other side and Harry felt how Tom moved his fingers even lower than
Voldemort, probing slightly at his ass. Harry didn’t know if he truly wanted
this, but he had to admit it didn’t feel quite wrong. “Just surrender to us,
you belong to us after all.” Tom said softly.
Harry belonged to them? The thought disappeared from his mind as Voldemort
tugged on his balls and he let out a strangled groan, while Tom pushed a finger
inside of him that was wet or slick, probably lube. “He is tight…” Tom let out
with a hiss.
“Better prepare him well then.” Voldemort said as he went back to rubbing the
sack through his fingers. Harry could ignore it for all he wanted, but he could
feel his cock twitching as the finger pushed in and out of him, and when Tom
added a second once, clearly lubed up as well he threw his head back, as his
eyes rolled back into his head. His back arched from the bed and he could hear
two very similar chuckles.
The pleasure felt like it was too much and not enough. Harry could not reach
the orgasm his mind and body wanted. At times he had felt close, but then they
slowed down, as if they could feel his coming climax.
By the time Harry started begging for them to just continue, Tom already had
four fingers thrusting inside of him and Voldemort often moved his hand up,
pinching his nipples, while the other hand sometimes jerked his leaking member.
All of a sudden both their hands disappeared from his body and Harry couldn’t
help let out a whine at it. Green eyes opened, pupils diluted in lust and
pleasure. “Beautiful…” Voldemort hissed out and Harry felt something inside of
him flutter.
Tom smiled down at him and Harry saw how the young Dark Lord grabbed something
from the night table. It was out of his sight and Harry was slightly shocked
when Tom turned to face him and had a big dildo in his hand.
There was a lot of lube on it and Harry didn’t think it would fit, for he knew
where they were planning to put it in. Seeing his reaction Voldemort inched
closer and kissed him, the ball disappearing from his mouth and Harry tried to
relax.
Yet he still stiffened when he felt the tip of the dildo touch the rim of his
hole, but Voldemort deepened the kiss and a hand tangled in his unruly hair.
Harry focused on the demanding kiss as he felt the toy being pushed inside of
him slowly. He let out a moan as it breached him, his hands balled into fists
against the sheets underneath him. “God… it’s too big.” Harry groaned out.
Voldemort’s hand moved over his chest, down towards his cock and started to
slowly jerk him off, clearly wanting to distract him from the object that was
now slowly moving in and out of his ass. Voldemort shifted, lying down next to
him and Harry gave him more access as that sinful mouth started to nip at his
neck.
Harry soon felt the pleasure building up again as Tom kept pushing the dildo in
and out of him and Voldemort’s hand tugged on his erection. “I am gonna come!”
He moaned out as he felt Tom push the dildo in even deeper, hitting that bundle
of nerves inside of him. His toes curled up in pleasure as he reached his
climax, a loud moan coming from his mouth that he could barely believe truly
came from him.
He felt the hands pull away and the dildo was also pulled out of him as he
tried to calm down his ragged breathing and heartbeat. “We are not finished
with you yet, my dear horcrux.” Voldemort whispered huskily in his ear. Harry
had no idea what a horcrux was and why Voldemort called him that, but the hand
that soothingly moved over his stomach felt good so he simply relaxed, as he
came down from the strangest and greatest orgasm he ever had.
Harry also felt that there was no sperm whatsoever lying on his stomach or his
chest, making him wonder if he had actually climaxed at all. All those thoughts
disappeared from his mind as he heard some movement and then he felt the bed
dip in between his legs. His eyes widened briefly as he saw Tom naked in
between them, the young Dark Lord’s hand was rubbing his cock, coating it in
lube. He was going to lose his virginity… yet he found he didn’t mind it that
much.
He always looked up to Tom, well before he found out that he became Voldemort
then. Tom moved one hand to Harry’s hip and the other was holding his cock as
he positioned himself.
“Ready?” Tom asked him and Harry gave a small nod, as Tom moved in slowly.
Harry closed his eyes and willed his body to relax, it helped that Voldemort
once again kissed him, distracting him and it was good that he was already
prepared for this.
Harry felt Tom stop as he completely filled him. Voldemort pulled back and
looked at where their bodies met. “How tight is he?” Voldemort asked his
younger version.
Tom had his eyes closed and opened them again. Harry felt a shiver run through
him as he saw the clear lust and hunger in Tom’s eyes. “Far too tight…” Tom
groaned out as he shifted a bit and Harry let out a low moan as Tom’s cock
brushed against his prostate.
“Let’s loosen him up even more then.” Voldemort said and Harry felt how they
pushed him upwards until he was half straddling Tom, who kissed him, those
hands tangling in his hair as Tom lay down. Harry gasped as the movement made
Tom’s member shift inside him once more and he could also feel Tom gasp against
his mouth.
“You’re perfect…” Tom whispered as then kissed all over his neck, while keeping
him from crushing Tom. Harry weakly pulled at the ropes that still bound his
hands to his back, but he felt that he couldn’t move them at all.
Harry closed his eyes as Tom slowly started to thrust upwards and he felt a
mouth kiss all over his back. It felt good, too good as his cock stirred once
more. He had never lost his erection even and wondered if it was because of
that thing that was still around the base of his cock. Tom stopped moving and
Harry felt two fingers next to the cock inside of him.
Harry’s eyes shot open and he tensed as he felt this, wanting to shift forward,
but Tom’s hands stopped him. “Shh, calm down.”
“Are you both insane… You will tear me apart.” Harry gasped out and Voldemort
ignored him as he pushed the two fingers in deeply. Harry arched his back and
let out a groan. “Fucking bastard…” Harry groaned.
“You could have waited, you know.” Tom snarled, clearly also displeased.
“Then you should have let me go first.” Voldemort hissed back and Harry felt
how the Dark Lord draped over his back and a hand encased around his member,
tugging on it, while the fingers kept moving in and out and Harry even heard
Voldemort whisper something and it felt like more lube appeared inside of him,
making the intrusion a bit easier and less painful.
It didn’t take long after that as Harry was moaning again in pleasure, the pain
fading away. Yet the feeling of being so full felt so good. Voldemort still
kissed all over his back and Tom latched onto his neck, making him a shuddering
mess of pleasure between the two dark lords’.
Harry barely even felt it when Voldemort had added a third and a fourth finger
as the Dark Lord had stretched him well. But he definitely felt it when
Voldemort removed his fingers and he let out a small whimper, making both of
them chuckle.
Tom pulled him into a kiss that showed more passion than Voldemort’s kisses had
done and he lost himself in it as he felt another cock was being placed against
his entrance. Harry closed his eyes and willed his body to relax and accept it
as Voldemort pushed inward.
Both Tom and Harry moaned at the feeling. Harry was feeling far too full, like
his ass was being stretched beyond its limit and Tom because it had gotten so
much tighter now that his other self had pushed his cock inside.
The three of them relaxed, while Harry tried to adjust to the feeling. “You
alright?” Tom asked him and he felt Tom’s hands trail over his sides, giving
him goose bumps. Harry nodded, keeping his eyes closed.
Voldemort leaned over them and Harry felt a mouth kiss his neck. “You’re
perfect.” Voldemort whispered against his ear. Tom had also said that just a
moment ago and Harry couldn’t help but feel like this was indeed where he
belonged.
“We will take care of you,” Tom promised him. “We will never let anyone hurt
you.” Harry was reminded that they also had hurt him. “We both apologize for
hurting you in the past; we were not completely right in our minds when we did
that.” Tom whispered against his lips, as if he had read his mind and then
claimed them in a soft kiss.
Harry felt how Voldemort started to move and soon the three of them were
moaning as Harry pushed his hips back, wanting them to go deeper, further, and
begging for more.
Voldemort pulled him up, so he was sitting upright as Tom’s hands latched onto
his hips, holding him steady and helping him ride the younger Dark Lord.
Voldemort’s arm encased him against the chest behind him as he kissed, sucked
and bit down on his neck, making Harry only moan louder.
“Please, oh god! Harry moaned as he felt his orgasm once again approaching.
Voldemort’s hand moved down and that thing around the base of his cock
disappeared as Voldemort’s hand started to jerk him off.
Green eyes opened, as he watched Tom beneath him. Tom’s grip tightened and
Harry was sure that the nails would break his skin as the young Dark Lord
closed his eyes and arched his back with an open mouth. A low moan came from
him and Harry felt Voldemort groan against his neck as his sped increased.
As Tom recovered from his orgasm he batted Voldemort’s hand away and started to
jerk Harry off instead, making Harry soon spill his semen over Tom’s chest.
Voldemort’s arm moved around Harry, as he was pushed down and Voldemort fucked
him harder and deeper than before as Tom kissed him slowly.
Voldemort bit down on his neck and stilled deep down inside of him. Harry felt
sticky down there, it was a strange sensation, but he welcomed it nonetheless.
“I don’t understand…” Harry got out and he felt Tom’s hand card through his
hair.
“We will explain it to you. But we will not let you go back to Hogwarts,
Harry.” Tom whispered softly, sounding content.
Voldemort snorted and Harry felt the grip that the Dark Lord still had on him
tightens. “I think I will never let either of you out of my sight. Or maybe not
even out of my bed.” Voldemort murmured.
Harry blinked his eyes open, as he finally felt the awful reality of what had
happened hit in, Sirius was dead... Tom or Voldemort must have caught his
darkening thoughts. “Sirius only just went beyond the veil; the curse that
Bellatrix used was not fatal. We can get him back.” Tom whispered against his
ear.
Harry pulled back, staring down at the young Dark Lord who merely smiled up at
him. “We are not leaving this bed till the next day.” Voldemort hissed out as
he moved and pulled out of Harry, muttering a cleaning spell that made Harry
shiver.
“Wa... wait. You can truly bring him back?” Harry asked hopefully as he glanced
at Voldemort who lay down besides his younger self.
Red eyes glared at him and Voldemort’s hand grabbed him, pulling him off of Tom
and he was being placed in between them as Voldemort pulled him into a tight
hug. “I am a Dark Lord, Harry. If I set my mind upon it, there is nothing that
I cannot do.”
Harry felt Tom snuggle up behind him and a small kiss was placed on his
shoulder. “He may be arrogant and a bastard at times, but he is right. We will
go to the Ministry tomorrow and then we will explain everything to you,” Tom
told him. “For now we go to sleep.”
Sleep didn’t sound so bad, but the ache in his bottom was slightly distracting.
Tom chuckled and Harry felt a hand placed upon his hip. Soothing magic washed
over him and the ropes tying his hands also disappeared.
Harry relaxed, but was unsure of how to lie in between the two wizards and
where to keep his hands now that he was free. Voldemort sighed, clearly
irritated and the male shifted a bit, giving him more space, while Tom merely
grabbed his hands and pushed them forward.
It was with that movement that Harry felt the strain on his muscles in his arms
and he winced. His arms had been tied back for some amount of time in a rather
unnatural position. Voldemort chuckled and Tom laughed softly, making Harry
glare at them both.
“How would the two of you like it when I tie you up and fuck you?” Harry
snapped at them.
“Not a chance!” Voldemort hissed, while Tom merely continued laughing and
whispered in his ear. “I bet the two of us can make him bottom.”
Harry blushed at those words, while Voldemort’s red eyes narrowed in warning.
Tom smiled and closed his eyes as he hugged Harry tight against his chest.
Voldemort scooted closer and also wrapped his arms around both his horcruxes.
Harry’s hands were now in between his body and Voldemort’s and finally he
grumbled and moved them, placing one arm over Voldemort’s side, making the Dark
Lord smile softly, even though Harry couldn’t see it.
The two Dark Lords knew that tomorrow they would need to explain everything.
Harry certainly was brainwashed by Dumbledore’s ideals and words. It was clear
that they boy believed it was love, his mother’s love that had saved him from
Voldemort’s killing curse.
The truth was far from it however. Harry was their soulmate and both had been
blinded by it, until Tom had finally researched it during the time he took care
of his future self when he was nothing more than an infant.
Tom found out the truth about why the killing curse had most likely rebounded
and now this year they found out about the connection they had to Harry’s mind.
Tom remembered that Harry was capable of speaking parseltongue and they found
proof that the boy wasn’t a blood related to any family of Salazar Slytherin,
making this impossible.
Tom figured out that somehow his soul had become unstable and split once more.
Voldemort had relented to this and had absorbed the other horcruxes afterwards,
giving him back his human appearance.
And now… they had their soulmate in between them, right where he belonged. They
were certain that they could persuade Harry to stay, after all Sirius Black
meant a lot to him and they didn’t doubt that they could bring him back.
The Wizarding War would not even begin, for they had already won with Harry
Potter on their side.
***** Somnophilia *****
Chapter Summary
     Tom is intrigued by Harry as he sleeps. It turns his mind darker and
     into fantasies that he can't help but act upon.
     Somnophilia requested by shiny apple (SilentAttendance)
Chapter Notes
     I am finally getting some stuff done… Like catching up to all those
     prompts still in my list for this challenge XD.
     I still have around 10 to write though XD.
     Anyway hope you all enjoy and all mistakes are still my own!
     This is for shiny apple (SilentAttendance) who requested somnophilia.
     Warnings: slight dub-con?, Somnophilia.
**** Somnophilia: ****
It always intrigued him how far he could go… How far could he push Harry’s
body, before the other woke up?
Harry often had nightmares, so it wasn’t odd for him to take some sleeping
draught or sleeping potions before going to bed; most often Harry took a few
drips of the potions inside his tea.
The first time that Tom started to have this kink, he had watched Harry being
asleep, completely unaware of his surroundings, his breathing even and his
expression calm and oh so vulnerable for him. Dark thoughts consumed him.
Later on Tom started to act on his thoughts and started to touch Harry,
intrigued by how fast asleep his lover was. He would start slowly, let his
hands roam over Harry’s stomach and chest, suck on Harry’s nipples and pinch
them, explore his lover’s body to his content, while Harry was blissfully
unaware and asleep.
Tom eventually got so far that he started to give Harry a blowjob, feeling
Harry’s cock became harder in his mouth, but his beautiful raven-haired lover
remained asleep, even as Harry climaxed deep down his throat. Harry had at one
point said to him that he had dreamed about getting a blowjob and it had
actually felt quite good and Tom wondered what else he could do.
Could he fuck Harry in his sleep? Would he wake up or not? Tom knew if he
increased the sleeping potion that Harry took before going to bed sometimes
that the raven-haired surely wouldn’t wake up… But where was the fun in that…?
It was the thrill of not knowing how far he could actually go, before Harry
woke up. So one night Tom tried to touch Harry when he had not taken his
potion. Harry had woken up and he had acted as if he was asleep. It was pure
torture to hear Harry moan as he pleasured himself. Tom could relate to him,
waking up with a hard-one and aroused like that. Harry had never questioned him
and Tom knew he was safe.
This time Tom had put a little more of the sleeping potion inside Harry’s tea
and his lover smiled up at him. “You always make the tea so nice, Tom. I never
taste those vile potions.”
Tom smiled at him, looking far more innocent than he actually was. “It is just
that I add more lavender, Harry. Nothing special.” That wasn’t technically a
lie, since lavender was used in sleeping potions.
Harry hummed softly, closing his eyes with a content smile as he swallowed the
sip he took from his tea. Tom watched with burning eyes and smiled when Harry
met his gaze. This night he would try and fuck Harry in his sleep and he could
hardly wait. His grip on his book was tighter than normal and he could already
feel his cock hardening inside his trousers when he thought about it.
Thankfully it was just a few minutes later when Harry announced he was going to
bed, because he was tired and Harry gave him one last kiss, as Tom lowered his
book, effectively hiding his erection from Harry’s sight. He waited some time
and then followed Harry upstairs.
As he opened their bedroom door, he noticed that Harry was already in his
sleeping wear and fast asleep. Tom walked towards the bed and sat down next to
his sleeping lover. He nudged Harry’s shoulder, but the raven-haired didn’t
react and Tom took that as his que, as he carefully moved Harry’s shirt up and
let his fingers trail over Harry’s chest and stomach.
Carefully he rolled Harry onto his back and kissed Harry’s chest, eyes fixed
upon his lover’s face, which remained serene. Harry was deep asleep.
Tom moved to Harry’s right nipple and sucked on it, feeling Harry shift, but
the other didn’t wake and Tom let his other hand trail lower. Down over Harry’s
chest and stopped when he was between Harry’s legs, applying some pressure on
the penis hidden beneath those sleeping pants.
Tom felt his cock gave an interested twitch at the sight in front of him. Many
might call him insane and crazy for doing this… Hell, if Harry ever found out,
he might get dumped.
Despite that their sex life was anything but boring; Tom had literally no idea
if Harry would like what he often did to him… They explored their sex life
continuously. Harry had been tied up numerous times and eventually Tom had even
bottomed for the first time.
This however was something else entirely and Tom knew that somehow he should
have asked Harry if he was alright with this first, but it would simply take
away the fun for him.
Tom kissed Harry’s stomach as he moved his hands to Harry’s sleeping pants,
pushing them down the slightest bit to reveal Harry’s penis, which was still
relatively soft. Tom knew it wouldn’t be like that for long. He wanted to fuck
Harry, but he would also make sure that Harry would orgasm in his sleep once
more.
His eyes glanced up, still seeing Harry’s sleeping face, soft even breaths
coming from his slightly parted lips. Dark thoughts went through Tom’s mind.
Even though he knew he wasn’t exactly a saint, many people would call him
insane for getting off on this.
Not that he cared. Deep down he only cared what Harry thought of him and his
precious lover loves him so much that Tom could get away with a lot. Not
everything, maybe, but at least a lot.
Tom carefully placed a small kiss on Harry’s stomach and then shifted forward
down, slowing taking Harry’s length inside his mouth. Hallowing his cheeks he
started to suck on the tip and moved his head down.
Slowly but surely Tom could feel Harry harden in his mouth, while his eyes
stayed firmly fixed upon Harry’s face, seeing the slightest changes and hearing
the soft moans that came out of his lover’s mouth.
He slowly pulled back and wrapped his hand around Harry’s member, slowly
jerking him. Once again wondering how far he could go. Tom pulled back, his
eyes widening a bit as Harry shifted and rolled over to his side.
Tom quickly moved away from in between Harry’s legs, instead he moved so he was
lying sideways next to Harry and he carefully pulled the other male against his
chest.
Tom’s eyes closed as he let out a heavy breath when his cock brushed against
Harry’s thighs. This was perfect…. He could fuck Harry in this position and a
part of Tom’s mind still resisted, but eventually surrendered to it. He wanted
it, desperately right now. In a way he had been holding himself back, trying to
keep those dark urges under control.
Now however he felt like letting go and he might suffer the consequences if
Harry woke up and didn’t like it… But he was certain he could persuade Harry to
like it nonetheless. After all Harry may have him wrapped around his finger,
but Tom knew he also had a lot of control over Harry.
Tom summoned a bottle of lube to him and thoroughly coated his fingers in it.
He moved them in between their bodies, finding Harry’s hole. Slowly and very
aware of any reactions from the male in front of him he pushed one finger in.
Harry’s body stiffened, but he remained asleep. So Tom carefully started to
move it around while thrusting it in and out at a slow pace. A look over
Harry’s shoulder showed him that Harry was still hard, so he couldn’t mind it
much.
Tom could barely wait and pushed another finger in. For one moment Tom felt
Harry tense again and he stopped moving, but then Harry’s body relaxed again
and Tom pushed the two fingers in deeper. He shifted closer as he started to
stretch Harry’s inside. Soft gaps left Harry’s mouth and taking it as
encouragement Tom entered a third finger inside his lover.
It felt much tighter than usual and Tom could feel his erection throb, wanting
nothing more than to bury itself in that tight heat in front of him. Finally he
deemed Harry good enough prepared and he removed his fingers as he lubed up his
member.
Tom placed it against Harry’s entrance, holding his breath as he slowly pushed
in. Harry shifted a bit and Tom closed his eyes with a groan as the muscles
around his member tightened a bit. Tom placed his hand on Harry’s stomach,
keeping him more in place and hoping that his lover wouldn’t shift much as he
pushed in completely.
He placed a small kiss on Harry’s shoulder, feeling that Harry’s breathing was
still even. He could barely believe it. His penis was buried completely inside
Harry’s ass, but his lover still remained asleep.
He waited some time, to see if Harry reacted differently, but nothing gave away
that Harry was awake or aware of what was happening.
So slowly Tom started to move, pulling out till only the tip remained inside
and then he pushed inward just as slow. Still no reaction, other than Harry’s
breath hitching the tiniest bit. Tom rocked his hips forward as he placed his
mouth on Harry’s shoulder.
It was too much, his fantasy was coming true and he increased his pace a bit as
Harry moaned lowly. It felt so good. Tom moved his hand down, wrapping his
fingers around Harry’s member as he started to move it in time with his
thrusts.
Harry shifted a bit and Tom stopped once more as Harry moved away from him, but
Tom moved his hand to Harry’s stomach, not letting him go far. Eventually Harry
stilled once more and Tom moved closer, pushing his cock in all the way with a
low groan.
Tom closed his eyes and started thrusting his hips forward again, fucking Harry
slowly, yet deep. He kissed on Harry’s neck, feeling how the muscles tightened
around his member and he let out a small hiss.
He was already so close. He should be embarrassed that he was so aroused by
this all. Yet he couldn’t help himself.
He bit down on Harry’s shoulder as he came deep inside his lover’s sleeping
body. His breathing was heavy and Harry lay motionless in his arm.
“Finished?” Harry’s voice sounded loud, far too loud in the now silent bedroom.
Tom felt horrified and went to pull back, but Harry grabbed his wrist, bringing
it down to his lover’s erection.
“Harry..?” Tom questioned, shocked that somehow Harry had woken up and he
hadn’t even noticed it.
“I hope you at least finish what you started.” Harry muttered sleepily as he
wrapped both their hands around the leaking cock.
“You’re not angry?” Tom asked him softly as he scooted closer to the other body
and slowly started moving his hand, tightening his grip on Harry’s member.
Harry moaned a bit and then replied. “No, this is hardly the first time I woke
up during your new-found fantasy.”
Tom couldn’t help himself and laughed as he sped up the movement of his hand,
but then decided against it and turned Harry on his back, as he leaned down and
took Harry’s cock inside his mouth in one swift motion.
Harry’s fingers tangled in his hair as the hand pushed him further down, almost
deep-throating him. Tom relaxed his throat and took him in deeper, making Harry
moan as he almost gagged.
Harry came quickly and Tom closed his eyes as he tried to swallow it all, some
of it still escaped past his lips, but he licked it back up, cleaning Harry
completely.
Harry sighed softly. “Don’t forget to clean your own mess.” Harry murmured and
Tom chuckled as he whispered a cleaning spell.
Tom moved up, so he was hovering above Harry, who opened his eyes again. “The
sleeping potion?” Tom asked him and Harry grinned up at him. Tom shivered
slightly as he felt Harry’s hands move over his back.
“Hm… I took an antidote before,” Harry said, making Tom arch his eyebrow and
Harry laughed softly. “Like I said, I was aware of what you did at times, and I
noticed that look in your eyes.” Harry moved up and kissed him on the lips.
Tom deepened the kiss, making Harry moan again as he settled down fully on
Harry’s body. “Have I told you I love you?” Tom whispered against his lips.
“I believe you forgot to tell me today, Tom.” Harry replied cheekily, making
Tom chuckle.
“I love you.” Tom said as he lay down on his side and pulled Harry into a tight
hug. Harry’s arms went around his waist and Tom relaxed, knowing that at least
Harry didn’t think badly of him.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind exploring this some more. Next time maybe you can
even film it all.” Harry suggested and Tom felt his cock stir at the mere
thought.
“Better make sure that such a film doesn’t fall into the wrong hands then.” Tom
warned him, making Harry laugh.
“It’s only for us…” Harry said. “Though maybe we could give on to my parents,
would scare them for the rest of their lives and prove that you are indeed a
bad wizard.”
Tom chuckled. “You bring out the best and the worst in me, so you’re to blame,
Harry.”
Harry hummed and snuggled up closer against his chest, making Tom smile softly.
“I love you, Tom.” Harry muttered softly, already falling asleep once more.
Tom placed a kiss on Harry’s unruly hair and closed his eyes. “And I love you.”
***** My Dear Brother *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry tells his family he is gay, their reactions differ and his
     elder brother Tom ends up standing up for him. Though Harry soon
     finds out why and the result that follows… Well, Harry doesn’t quite
     care he might land in hell because of it all and it seems like Tom
     doesn’t care about that either.
     Siblingcest requested by Mythi and Luna.
Chapter Notes
     Yes, I am still alive and yes I have been busy… So I deeply apologize
     for the wait. All of the prompts will be written eventually!
     This one is for Mythi and Luna, who both wanted Tom and Harry to be
     brothers. So here you are :).
     I am once again gonna find some holy water lol…
     Warnings: Homophobia, Underage, First time, Incest(Siblingcest, Tom
     and Harry are brothers). Please mind these warnings!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** My dear brother: ****
Maybe it would have been better had he never told his family. Maybe then at
least his father wouldn’t treat him like utter shit.
Harry was silent during dinner, all of them were silent. Rose was sitting next
to Tom with Tom sitting in front of him at the dining table. His father sat at
the head of the table and there was at least one empty chair between him and
his father.
Rose had become silent and withdrawn after Harry had told them about him being
gay. The tension that was in the house and between them all was high and since
their mother was gone, Harry was treated awful by their father. Surprisingly
Tom often enough stood up for him and Harry was very grateful for it. Tom,
being the eldest of the three should set an example for them.
Though Harry reasoned that a father should set an even better example. Harry
withheld a sigh as he took another bite of his smashed potatoes. He was so
relieved and glad that his mother would be coming back in just a few days and
she will undoubtedly be furious when they would tell her how his father had
behaved these past days when she was gone.
Honestly Harry could cope with just being ignored, but some statements that his
father made just hit in hard. Like yesterday evening he had said that he was
glad that at least Tom was a normal man and he had a son still. It made him
feel like he was a failure and disappointment, which he was in his father’s
eyes.
Harry glanced up through his bangs to Tom, who was eating in silence as well.
Yesterday Tom had glared at their father and snarled that just because Harry
was gay, that it didn’t make him any less manly. Somehow it had filled Harry’s
heart with affection that Tom had stood up for him.
Harry had not exactly expected it, especially since their rivalry in the past.
Harry froze as Tom’s dark eyes met his and Harry could feel his face flush as
he quickly looked down at his plate again, missing Tom’s grin, that went
unnoticed by all of them.
“Rose, Tom, come. We will go watch some television. Harry, clean the plates.”
Their father said after dinner was finished.
“I will help Harry, dad.” Tom said as he got up after his father had stood up.
Harry noticed how displeased their father was, but he placed a hand on Rose’s
shoulder. She however shrugged it off angrily and walked away. Their father
followed after giving both boys a small glare.
“You don’t need to.” Harry quickly said as he moved forward and grabbed his
plate from the table. Tom snorted softly and went to grab his own and Rose’s,
while Harry picked up their father’s plate.
“It’s fine. I have nothing better to do anyway.” Tom said as he placed the
plates into the sink and filled it with warm water and poured some dish soap in
it.
“Avery isn’t gonna pick you up?” Harry questioned him. Tom shook his head as he
started cleaning the plates and handed them to Harry to dry.
“No, I will go out this weekend again, but this night. A club I have been to
before. It’s called the Phoenix.” Tom said softly and Harry’s eyes widened as
he dropped the plate he was drying onto the counter with a loud thud, luckily
it didn’t break. Wide green eyes went towards Tom, who glanced sideways with a
small smirk.
Harry knew that club and had been there a few times before… It was not just a
normal club however, it was a club for LGBT people, where they could go meet
others without being judged.
“The Phoenix…” Harry repeated softly, hearing his father yell that they
shouldn’t break anything, to which Tom screamed back that nothing was broken.
“That is what I said.” Tom whispered towards Harry as he finished the last
plate and started cleaning the utensils.
Harry felt his heart beating louder and he didn’t know why exactly. It felt
like something had changed between the two of them, since Harry came out
several weeks ago and Harry couldn’t deny that his elder brother was handsome.
Carefully he sneakily glanced at Tom, hoping the other wouldn’t notice it.
How strange would it be if Tom caught him staring at him now? Harry gritted his
teeth and continued to dry. Neither of them said anything as they finished.
But as Tom walked past him to the living room Harry felt the taller male
stopped behind him. Warm breath fanned his left ear as Tom whispered softly. “I
would be willing to show you. I know exactly how to pleasure a male, my dear
brother.”
A hand touched his ass and Harry moved forward automatically, making his elder
brother chuckle. Harry closed his eyes and gathered himself, yet he could feel
the blush on his face and knew that he couldn’t walk into the living room like
this, especially since his cock was half-hard now.
Harry quickly moved towards the bathroom and as he looked into the mirror he
noticed how red his face was. This couldn’t be… Tom was his brother! He
couldn’t get aroused by this or even so easily flustered, yet… he did.
He cursed silently and opened the tap, throwing some water on his face, feeling
it cool his heated face down a bit. Yet… now Tom’s reactions made sense. Tom
clearly wasn’t straight either… Harry quickly willed his penis to go soft again
and he sighed deeply.
After a few more seconds Harry finally found the courage to go downstairs and
face them all, he noticed that his father was staring at the television screen.
Rose was nowhere to be found and Tom sat in his armchair, reading a book.
Carefully Harry walked into the living room, finally seeing his father glance
up at him, but those hazel eyes went back to the television screen just as
quickly. Harry felt something inside him break at the clear dismissal from his
father and he sat down on the other couch with a heavy heart.
Tom’s chair was straight across and he tuned out the noises coming from the
television, seeing that Tom’s eyes were moving, and clearly focused on the page
in front of him.
Harry bit his bottom lip and shifted as he turned his attention towards the
television. Yet the show on it didn’t interest him at all. It was some kind of
drama and Harry always disliked those. “Father, could Harry and I leave?” Tom
broke the silence all of a sudden.
There was an unspoken rule that they should spend some time together with
family every evening. Normally Harry always liked those moments, but since he
told the truth a few weeks ago, he found he loathed these moments.
“Leave…” Their father said coldly, not even looking at them. “Just go to your
rooms and I don’t want to see either of you until morning.”
Harry looked at Tom, seeing the other smile at these words. “Thanks, dad.” As
Tom’s eyes met his Harry felt himself grow hot again and he shifted. Quickly he
got up however and left the living room. Behind him he could hear Tom follow
him, but he didn’t dare look over his shoulder. His elder brother’s words were
still echoing through his mind. ‘I know exactly how to pleasure a male, my dear
brother.’
Harry quickly threw his bedroom door open and went inside, but before he could
close it, Tom entered his room and closed the door with his foot. Harry backed
away a bit, feeling his heart thundering against his ribcage. “T-Tom?” He
stammered slightly, not understanding why he was feeling like this... He
fancied Tom, he knew this. His elder brother was handsome and Harry had some…
fantasies about the two of them together, but those were mere fantasies, not
real.
Tom’s face was blank as he stared at him, yet there was something in those dark
eyes that looked a lot like desire and it made Harry’s heart race even more.
“Have you any idea what I felt,” Tom whispered softly as he stalked towards
Harry, who stood there frozen. “When you told us you were gay several weeks
ago?”
Harry didn’t know… but right now he could guess what exactly went on inside
Tom’s dark mind. Because it was clear what his elder brother wanted from him
right now.
Harry felt Tom’s hand touch his chest and he let himself being pushed backwards
until his knees hit the bed and he fell down on it. Tom straddled his waist and
looked down at him. “This is wrong…” Harry muttered, but the protest sounded
weak, even in his own ears. Because his body was clearly interested. His cock
was already half-hard just by the mere thought of having sex with his own
brother.
Tom grinned at him and leaned down until their breathing mingled. “Does this
feel wrong or bad in any way, Harry?” Tom asked him softly and Harry felt the
hand from his chest move down, touching the small bulge in his trousers.
Harry’s hands gripped tightly into the sheets as his mouth opened in soft gasp.
“Beautiful.” Tom groaned out and Harry opened his eyes, not even realising he
had closed them.
Harry could not believe this. He had always looked up to his elder brother, but
this was way beyond anything he had ever thought. Because it was thanks to Tom
that Harry had finally completely realised that he was gay.
“We are brothers and…-”Harry started, but his mind and mouth stopped working as
Tom’s hand applied some pressure right between his legs and he felt his cock
throb.
“And?” Tom asked him with a grin on his face.
Harry opened his mouth, but then closed it again, as he slowly relaxed his
body. He knew that look in Tom’s eyes. His elder brother wasn’t going to stop
and somehow Harry didn’t want him to either.
Yet Rose was most likely in her bedroom, just across the hallway and their
father was downstairs. “Rose is in her bedroom and father is downstairs.” Harry
whispered.
Tom’s grin widened at those words and he leaned further down. “Then you better
stay quiet, my dear Harry.”
Harry shivered as he felt Tom say those words against his ear and then he felt
a tongue trail over his neck and he threw his head back, giving the other more
space. Tom chuckled against his neck and Harry moved his hands up, his fingers
tangling in Tom’s black hair.
“We are going to hell for this.” Harry breathed as Tom kept kissing and sucking
on his neck.
“I think I might enjoy hell, especially if you go down with me.” Tom said as he
moved up and Harry closed his eyes as their lips crashed together in a
passionate kiss.
It was different then kissing a girl and different then kissing Draco. Yet
Harry had never gone beyond kissing when he had experimented with his newfound
feelings. Harry groaned into the kiss as he felt Tom shifted his hips down,
rubbing their groins against each other’s.
Then his elder brother pulled back and Harry panted as Tom pulled his own shirt
off and Harry sat up a bit, as Tom also pulled at his shirt, also discarding it
somewhere on the ground. Tom’s arms went around him and Harry felt those hands
trail over his back, lower and lower.
Harry arched his back a bit and Tom pushed their chests together as he forced
Harry to lie back down. Green eyes closer as Tom sucked rather hard on his
neck. “D…don’t leave marks.” Harry gasped out.
“I will do what I want. Don’t worry about father. Soon I will be 18 and when I
move out, you are coming with me.” Tom muttered and Harry didn’t get the time
to reply as those sinful lips found his again.
At the same time Harry felt how Tom loosened his belt and opened his trousers.
One hand snaked in between their bodies and down into his briefs and Harry let
out a small hiss as Tom’s cold hand touched his dick.
Tom moved down and started sucking on his chest and then moved one hand towards
his right nipple and started teasing it, while his mouth latched over the other
and licked it. Harry pushed Tom’s head further against his chest, or attempted
to, since this was impossible. Tom’s hand on his erection slowly started to
move as well and Harry opened his mouth in a soft moan.
He brought his own hand to his mouth, to stop himself from making any sounds.
Tom bit down on his nipple and his body jerked upwards as the pain changed into
arousal and his teeth clenched down on his hand.
Green eyes looked up to Tom, seeing those dark eyes watch him, most likely
wanting to see every reaction he got out of him. A finger brushed over the tip
of his erection and Harry closed his eyes as he moaned lowly against his hand.
Tom’s mouth moved away from his nipple and Harry felt the cold air hit the
hardened wet nub. “I want to hear you...” Tom whispered and Harry could see
that those dark eyes were dilated in lust.
Tom groaned softly and then stood up; making Harry raised his legs as he
quickly pulled the trousers off. Tom then moved his hands to the rim of his
briefs, silently Tom asked for approval and Harry nodded.
Tom’s eyes took in every detail of his body and it made Harry feel much too
aware of his body. Yet it was clear that Tom enjoyed what he was seeing. It
made Harry feel relieved about it, because he didn’t work out as often as Tom
did.
“Move back.” Tom ordered and Harry scrambled further back on his bed as Tom
settled in between his legs. Those tender hands moved from his knees to his
inner thighs and Harry shivered as goose bumps rise on his body.
Harry watched as Tom moved his hand to his pocket and grabbed a small tube out
of it, lubricant. Harry blinked at him and then said softly. “You came
prepared…”
“I always am prepared, Harry,” Tom said with a smile as he coated his fingers
in lube. For one second Harry tensed as he felt Tom’s fingers rub against his
hole. “Relax.” Tom whispered and Harry nodded.
Despite that he had touched himself down there, never had anyone else touched
him and now his brother was going to finger him, no mostly likely even fuck
him. Harry’s cock twitched at the thought and he saw Tom’s lips turn upwards.
Dark eyes met his and Harry felt his breath hitch as one finger slowly moved
inside and on instinct his eyes closed.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Tom said and Harry forced his eyes open. The finger
pushed in as far as it could go and then moved out and Harry felt it drag
against his insides.
Tom continued pumping the finger in and out and after some time added a second
one. Harry made sure to keep his eyes open and he saw how Tom’s lips parted in
a soft gasp. The two fingers stopped and Tom glanced up at him. “You’re still a
virgin?” Tom asked him and Harry blushed as he nodded.
He had sex before with Ginny, but this… was completely new. So he was, and felt
like, a virgin.
“Ohh,” Tom laughed softly and covered his body with his, making Harry groan as
those fingers inside him shifted because of the movement. Tom placed a chaste
kiss on his lips and then smiled down at him. Tom’s fingers pushed deeper
inside and hit his prostate, making Harry moan. Tom chuckled above him. “Sorry,
my dear brother, but I think I might ruin you completely.”
Somehow that sounded so wrong, yet Harry could feel the stirring of arousal go
through his body and it felt quite right instead of wrong... Harry’s hands
latched onto Tom’s shoulder as the fingers pumped inside him at a slightly
quicker pace, hitting his prostate dead on, almost every time.
Harry bit his bottom lip and threw his head back as Tom’s mouth latched onto
his neck once more. The movements on Tom’s fingers in his ass slowed down and
Harry felt how they went almost completely out.
Tom poured some more lube on them and Harry felt a third finger rub at his
entrance, as Tom slowly pushed the third finger inside with the other two. The
lube eased the way in, yet Harry still felt the slight sting from being
stretched like this.
His fingers tightened onto Tom’s shoulder and Harry was certain that his nails
might leave some marks. Yet Tom didn’t seem to mind as the fingers started move
and also stretched him. After sometime Harry felt his orgasm approach him and
he groaned out. “I am gonna cum…” He couldn’t believe that he was going to come
without even a hand touching his cock.
Tom pulled his fingers out and Harry let out a whine. He felt immediately
embarrassed by the sound he made and his face flushed deep red making Tom laugh
softly at him. Yet Harry was captivated as he saw how his elder brother opened
his own trousers and moved it down to his ankles, before completely shrugging
it off.
Tom’s underwear, a black brief, didn’t hide the bulge inside of it at all and
Harry was slightly awed at his brother’s girth. Yet Harry could see the length
was also pretty impressive…
He wondered if it was going to fit and he grew nervous, which must have shown
as Tom let out a soft sigh. “Don’t worry, just lie back and relax.” Tom
muttered as he moved his brief down and Harry had been right.
“It isn’t exactly small…” Harry muttered, making Tom shake his head.
“Smaller males than you have taken it, so I think you can handle it, Harry,”
Tom whispered as he moved back onto the bed and scooted in between Harry’s open
legs. Harry still stiffened when he felt the head of Tom’s member brush through
his crack. “Relax…” Tom mouthed and Harry willed his body to relax as he saw
how Tom poured a lot of lube on his own hand and applied it to his cock.
Harry closed his eyes as he felt the tip breach the outer rim and he heard Tom
inhale sharply against his neck as the other covered his whole body. Two hands
grabbed onto his hips and Harry opened his legs wider, as he felt Tom push in
completely.
As Tom bottomed out, both breathed heavily and Tom placed one hand on his
cheek, moving his head sideways a bit and kissed him. The kiss distracted him
slightly from the stinging he felt in his bottom. As Tom felt him relaxing more
he shifted a bit and Harry felt how his insides clenched around the hard member
inside of him.
“Fuck…” Tom groaned with a breathless laugh. Harry snorted, never having heard
his brother curse like this before. Their eyes met and Harry saw something else
in those dark eyes, brown, deep brown. Up close Harry could finally see the
colour well.
Harry moved his hands and placed them on Tom’s back as he moved his hips
upwards a bit, feeling Tom’s member move a bit deeper inside of him. His mouth
opened in silent moan and Tom leaned down more, thrusting his tongue deep
inside Harry’s open mouth.
Tom also pulled his cock almost all the way out and then thrusted back in,
making Harry moan in the open-mouthed kiss. Something so wrong shouldn’t feel
so right… Harry thought, but soon his mind was filled only with pleasure, as
Tom’s pace increased. Harry pulled away from the kiss when he felt the intense
need to breathe and buried his head sideways into a pillow, muffling his moans
and groans.
Tom moved his mouth towards Harry’s neck, breathing heavily against it. “Fuck…
faster…” Harry whispered as soft as possible and Tom obliged. The sounds of the
bed creaking and skin hitting skin filled the room together with soft moans.
Both brothers were unaware of the hazel eyes that watched them through a small
crack by the door. Tom just continued fucking his brother. It didn’t take long
as Harry felt his orgasm approaching again and he moved one hand in between
their bodies, bringing himself off. His muffled moan sounded loud in his own
ears as his sperm coated his stomach and chest and also Tom’s.
Tom bit down on his neck and thrusted a few more times before stilling deep
inside of him. It was only as Harry came down from his high that he felt Tom’s
tight grip on his hips as the other was trying to recover from his own orgasm.
Their breathing slowly evened out and Harry felt his heartbeat also slowing
down. “Tom…” Harry started softly.
Tom hummed softly against his neck. “When are you planning on moving out?”
Harry questioned him and he felt his elder brother pull back a bit.
Tom smirked down at him. “Eager are we?” Harry glared briefly at him.
“As if…” Harry muttered, making Tom laugh.
Tom sighed and rolled of off him and Harry turned to his side, watching Tom,
who looked content in his bed. Those dark eyes were closed and a soft smile was
on Tom’s face. “Avery can get me an apartment as soon as I turn 18.” Tom
whispered softly.
That meant in one month. “One month…” Harry said softly in shock and Tom opened
his eyes as he nodded. “Why?” Tom frowned and Harry voiced his question. “Why
take me with you? You said something like that, right?”
“Because you will be forced to live with father for 2 more years until you are
considered an adult,” Harry saw the anger flash in those brown eyes and he
couldn’t blame Tom. “I will not let you live here with him for 2 more years.”
Harry snorted. “I didn’t know you actually cared, big brother…”
Tom grinned at him. “I am your elder brother, Harry. Of course I care, maybe a
bit more than I should even.” Tom added the last sentence a bit softer.
Harry didn’t know what to say to that and with a small sigh he closed his eyes.
He felt some movement, but didn’t react as Tom cleaned him up with a tissue and
erased the evidence of what had happened.
Tom would leave this room and go to his own bedroom and Harry would maybe
finally have some time to gather his thoughts. Yet… Tom proved him wrong and
Harry’s eyes shot open as he felt arms pull him closer against Tom’s naked
body.
“Tom?” Harry asked him softly, not believing that Tom was planning on sleeping
here next to him.
“Do you mind?” Tom asked him in return and strangely enough Harry found he
didn’t mind. Yet.. The reaction of his father might be so awful that he would
throw them both out of house if he found out.
Harry would think about that tomorrow as he felt Tom slip his glasses off. It
didn’t take long at all before he was sound asleep. Tom also fell asleep soon
after and neither boys saw the flash of a camera.
The next morning however, Rose walked up to them with a grin on her face, Harry
noticed that their father was not awake yet, a small mercy. The red-haired girl
smiled up at them and handed Tom her phone. Harry watched his brother’s
reaction carefully as Tom glanced up at her.
Harry accepted the cell phone as Tom handed it to him and his eyes widened as
he saw a picture. It was clearly made yesterday evening, since both Tom and him
were sound asleep in each other’s arms.
“What do you want?” Tom asked her.
Harry shook his head, not believing that Rose was planning on blackmailing
them. “I can easily erase the picture…” Harry said as he didn’t give the phone
back to their sister.
“Go ahead,” Rose said with a smile. “I also send it to my email and saved it on
my computer.”
“I ask once again, little sister. What do you want?” Tom’s voice was a bit
colder and Harry touched his shoulder, feeling how tense the other was. If
their father found out…
“When you turn 18 I want to move out with the two of you as well,” Rose said
and then glanced towards the stairs, not seeing or hearing anything from it she
explained in a softer voice. “I have a girlfriend.”
Both brothers were shocked and glanced at each other. “You’re 15…” Tom
whispered.
“So what?” Rose glared as she put her hands on her hips in a stance that both
boys recognized from their mother.
“Nothing. It is fine, isn’t Tom.” Harry quickly said, knowing that their sister
had clearly outsmarted them. Tom narrowed his eyes at her, but then muttered a
‘fine’ as well, though the elder clearly was irritated.
“Don’t complain when you get the smallest room.” Tom added as he made his way
into the kitchen. Harry saw Rose smile and she thanked him. Harry just sighed
and followed his siblings into the kitchen.
“What is her name?” Harry asked Rose as they slowly started to prepare
breakfast for the three of them.
Rose looked up at him and then shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, does it?” She
muttered.
Harry guessed it didn’t and he filled a glass with water and just took a sip as
Rose said a name that made him choke, that quickly turned into a coughing fit,
while Tom started to laugh.
As Harry recovered he stared with wide eyes at his sister. “Ginny!?” Harry
screamed at her, but Rose only smiled up at him and Harry truly believed that
somehow fate hated him, as Tom was still laughing…
He had some strange siblings, but at least he felt he wasn’t completely alone
and he smiled up at Tom, knowing that in one month they would all be free.
Chapter End Notes
     This… became longer than I had anticipated, like always lol...
     Well anyway hope you all enjoyed and I am off to bed, since it is
     nearing midnight XD.
***** Jealous Harry *****
Chapter Summary
     Tom is way too busy lately and Harry feels like they are growing
     apart. And every time when Tom smiles at someone else, Harry is
     reminded of seeing Tom smile at him like that. It was jealousy that
     was growing inside of him and Harry is desperate enough to take a
     risk.
     For ThornAngelic, who requested a Jealous!Harry and crossdressing/
     lingerie.
Chapter Notes
     Another one-shot for the challenge.
     This one is for ThornAngelic, who requested a jealous!Harry and some
     crossdressing/lingerie. Hope you enjoy ^-^!
     All mistakes are still my own! And I will be busy writing the others,
     but I will be mainly focusing upon the TomarryBigbang. So it might
     take some time for others to get uploaded.
      
     Warnings: Crossdressing!Harry, Lingerie, toys, multiple orgasms,
     Jealous Harry.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** Jealous Harry: ****
If Harry hated one thing; it was the fact that Tom Riddle, his boyfriend and
lover was handsome. For no matter where they went, Tom would catch the
attention of all those girls(and even boys) around them. It sometimes felt like
he was sharing Tom and he didn’t like it at all.
Worse part was when Harry started to take notice of the little changes. Tom’s
smile would be brighter when he was talking with strangers. Harry could
remember that same smile being meant for him once, now however Harry rarely saw
that smile. Nor did Tom laugh a lot when they were at home. It felt like they
were slowly growing apart and Harry had run out of ideas eventually to stop
this from happening.
Breaking the subject and talking about it was one option, but it would leave
both of them vulnerable and Harry was scared that Tom might think that he was
attacking him in any way. The thought of losing Tom like this was horrifying.
Harry had told Ron, Hermione and Ginny everything when he finally reached his
breaking point. Ron said that he should just break up with slimy git if Tom was
treating him this awful. This earned the redhead an elbow in his ribs from
Hermione.
Hermione had said that it would be best if they spoke about it, because it
could be that Tom was feeling the same struggle. The thought did cross Harry’s
mind.
Ginny’s idea however was… different and a risk, because Harry had no idea how
his lover might react to this...
Ginny even honestly told him he was being jealous and at first Harry had
vehemently denied this. But thinking back on all his reactions to whenever Tom
would simply politely smile at someone else, he realised there may be some
truth to it. Every time he would see that smile directed at someone else
something inside him tightened and he felt like he wanted to tear Tom away from
the other person.
To see that charming smile and knowing it was meant for him alone.
He loves Tom, he really does and he admitted that Tom was handsome indeed and
he was so utterly happy that Tom chose him. After all Tom could have picked
anyone, quite literally. Harry wondered if he was desperate… maybe he was.
Ginny merely smiled at his expression as they walked through the aisles of
lingerie… Was he truly going to do this? Simply to once again capture Tom’s
attention, to have those dark eyes fixed on him in that hungry stare that Harry
had fallen for years ago.
“Come on, Harry. I bet it will work. Maybe we can even buy you some nice
dresses.” Ginny said as she grabbed what Harry noticed was a green slip with a
red heart on the front… He certainly knew it wouldn’t cover his girth at all.
“Ginny.” Harry started, but the redhead glared briefly at him over her
shoulder.
“Don’t start doubting me now. If it won’t work at least the two of you can have
a good laugh about this afterwards. But if this arouses him, well a win for
you.” Ginny stated with a shrug and smile.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Harry hissed softly as Ginny practically thrusted
the slip in his hands.
“He likes green, doesn’t he? And besides that little heart shows your love for
him.” Ginny said with a grin. Harry wondered why he had even accepted Ginny’s
help and he felt embarrassed just walking through this place.
Yet there was also some kind of thrill to it. Harry noticed that Ginny had
already continued and was now looking at stockings that made Harry’s face flush
deep red.
He would die from embarrassment… Glancing around him he didn’t notice anyone
and quickly walked up to Ginny. “Gin, maybe this is a bad idea…” Harry hissed
so softly that Ginny barely caught it.
Hazel eyes glanced up at him and he saw the irritated stare that she certainly
got from her mother. “No backing out now, Harry Potter,” She took a small step
back and then looked at his legs thoughtfully. “Hm, this one.” She said and she
picked one of the stockings and handed it to him.
Only then Harry realised he still had the green slip in his hand as well and he
merely blinked at the objects. Slowly looking up he saw that Ginny was looking
at him. “You’re bright red...” She commented with a grin.
He scowled at her. “Please, just hurry up…” Harry muttered.
“Relax, Harry. I know what I am doing.” She said softly as she placed a
comforting hand on his arm. He merely gave a small nod, not entirely believing
her words. He just wanted the ground to slow him whole. Then he wouldn’t act
like a lovesick fool in front of his lover.
“You alright?” Ginny asked him and her tone was slightly worried now. Harry
just sighed and nodded once more. He had nothing to lose right now, so why
couldn’t he try this? Tom and he had talked about spicing up their sex life and
maybe this was the way to do it.
This was maybe what they needed to overcome whatever was between them. Or maybe
Harry would make indeed a fool out of himself. He had even questioned whether
Tom might be cheating on him and the thought to follow his lover one day
crossed his mind multiple times. Yet he knew it was horribly wrong, so he never
did.
Yet it was proof how deep he had fallen. “You also want to try a dress?”
Harry let out a small chocked laugh. “Why not…” He mumbled, making Ginny smile
a bit at him.
“Don’t worry so much. Let’s check the store just around the corner. I know they
have some pretty nice dresses there.” Ginny said and Harry just nodded.
He however refused to pay for the slip and the stockings and was grateful when
Ginny paid for them. The cashier never looking at them twice for it, but he
wondered how the female cashier would have reacted when he had bought them.
“The odds of seeing anyone from the Wizarding community is nihil here, you
know.” Ginny tried to comfort him.
“Yeah, you said so before.” Harry said, but his eyes still looked all around
him, hoping that he would meet no one he knew.
Harry heard Ginny laugh softly and he glared at her. “Harry, I honestly have
never seen you this stressed before. It is even worse than that day you had
your first date with Tom.”
Harry smiled a bit, thinking back on that day and how nervous he indeed had
been. He had been shocked that Tom had even noticed him at all and asked him
out. The Heir of Slytherin, head boy and prefect. Mr. Perfect, Tom Marvolo
Riddle…
That was now 5 years ago. They have been together for three years now, since
their graduation from Hogwarts. Harry could still remember that everyone always
said when a relationship survives 3 years then it can hardly go wrong, but now
for the first time he doubted it.
“I feel like I am somehow losing him? Maybe he already found someone else? I
mean he is often enough away and for long periods of time as well…” Harry
muttered sadly.
Ginny sighed and placed her hand on his arm once more. “Just trust him you
know… Tom loves you, Harry. Everyone could see that. Besides he isn’t exactly
the type to cheat.”
Her words reassured him a bit, but when they stopped in front of another store
Harry fought the urge to turn around. “I can’t believe I am doing this…”
They walked into the store and Harry saw some girls look at them. He did notice
another male, sitting on a chair near the changing rooms. Yet… he would be the
one to go into the changing room and not Ginny.
Ginny pulled his arm and without a doubt he would have left the story without
those arms pulling him further in. “Do you really think this is a still a good
idea?” Harry asked her softly, feeling his heart beating a bit louder against
his chest.
“Harry, I have a boyfriend as well, believe me, I know what they want.” Ginny
said to him.
Harry snorted. “You are a girl, not a male going to dress up like a girl.”
Ginny stopped pulling him along and glared at him.
“Harry,” She started softly and then stopped, clearly debating on whether she
should tell him something or not. “Trust me.” She eventually settled on.
Harry did trust her, but now he started to wonder. “Did this idea come from
Draco?” Harry asked softly. Ginny merely smiled at him, but that was answer
enough.
Draco and Ginny had been together for 1 year now; both their families had been
utterly shocked by it and at first it hadn’t gone well. But both Draco and
Ginny had firmly stated that no matter if their families would disown them,
they would stay together.
And if anyone knew Tom pretty well, it was his best friend Draco Malfoy. During
the years at Hogwarts Draco and Tom had been close friends. At times even more
Tom had admitted later one, but this was something that no one knew and Harry
had kept Tom’s secret as well.
“This came from Draco?” Harry hissed soft and Ginny gave a small nod. The
thought made something inside him coil, wanting to break free. Jealousy. Now
Harry was even jealous of Draco and the fact that the blonde git might somehow
help him with this.
“Come on, we are making a scene.” Ginny warned him softly and it was then that
Harry indeed noticed some people staring at him and he smiled a bit as he
pulled away from Ginny, yet he didn’t have the urge to run out of the story
anymore.
He was going to see this trough, no matter what. Harry did for one second
wonder if Tom and Draco had maybe done something similar and if Tom got aroused
by it. Yet Ginny walked around the store and Harry followed, seeing several
dresses, but none that he really liked.
He didn’t want a dress that was too short, but it shouldn’t be too long either.
Ginny had just said to him that he should choose something that he liked and
felt comfortable in. Yet Harry wondered if he even dared to see if the dress
fitted him in here.
Ginny had told him that they could always magically resize it, if it didn’t fit
properly. She knew some handy spells for that, which her mother had taught her.
It felt like he had seen the whole store, yet he found nothing that caught his
eyes.
Ginny shook her head slowly and he sighed. “I know another store nearby; let’s
see if they have something there.”
They walked outside and down the street. Harry’s mind still reeling on the fact
that this idea came from Draco Malfoy and not Ginny. Harry glanced sideways
noticing that Ginny wasn’t even looking at him, but staring straight ahead. The
silence did nothing to calm his nerves now, yet he knew that Ginny’s words were
useless as well.
No matter what he did, he wouldn’t stop feeling nervous till the moment he had
dared to dress up and face Tom.
It was in the other store where Harry did find a dress that caught his eye. He
didn’t know why, but he believed Tom would like it. His lover had always been
fond of skulls, snakes and roses.
The dress he had found was simple black with a red rose on the middle and a
skull behind it. It was kind of dark, but Ginny said that it would probably
appeal to Tom. Harry decided to take the risk and bought it.
Ginny went with him to his and Tom’s apartment and he changed into the bedroom.
The stockings were kind of difficult to get on, but they fitted perfectly… As
did the slip, though it felt weird… It barely covered his prick and when he
moved it felt like it could slip out of his underwear…
Green eyes looked up into the mirror, seeing that green slip and those
stockings on him were a strange sight. If his mother and father knew about
this, he would certainly be grounded for the rest of his life. He promised not
to tell them and would ask Ginny to remain silent about this as well.
With a small sigh he turned around, facing the dress. Hr gritted his teeth, no
turning back now. If he wanted to get Tom’s attention, this was surely a way to
do it… Whether it would end well, Harry didn’t know yet. He certainly hoped so.
The dress fitted perfect as well. Harry faced the mirror again and his eyes
widened a bit. If the stockings and the slip had seemed strange on his body,
this was even weirder. Yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable either.
Maybe he needed to get used to wearing the slip a bit more, before deciding to
truly use it and show it to Tom…
He undressed and told Ginny that everything fitted perfect. She hugged him and
wished him good luck with it and left.
The house felt strangely empty all of a sudden and a glance at the clock told
him that Tom would be coming home soon. Harry didn’t have the courage yet to
take the step and merely started to make breakfast for the two of them.
Tom however came back later than Harry had assumed and he had already eaten,
since he had been feeling hungry. As the fireplace flared Harry glanced up from
the television. “Harry… I am sorry; I got caught up in work and…” Tom looked at
him and then sighed. “You have already had dinner?”
Harry forced a small smile on his face. “Yes, there is still some in the
kitchen. You just need to warm it.”
Tom returned his smile and disappeared into the kitchen. “Everything alright at
the office?” Harry asked him when Tom entered the living room once more with a
plate of food.
“Hectic…” Tom replied, as he sat down on the couch next to Harry. Harry just
hummed and focused on the television again, not knowing what to make of it.
The terrible feeling that somehow Tom was lying to him felt awful and Harry
shifted a bit closer, while he heard Tom slowly eat his dinner.
“Tom, are you free this weekend?” Harry asked him and he looked at the brown-
haired wizard.
Tom raised his eyebrow. “This weekend… yes I think so. Why?”
Tom’s reply was strange, yet Harry ignored it. “I was thinking about going
somewhere together. With just the two of us.”
Tom chuckled at him. “Where do you want to go then?” Tom asked him with a
smile. Harry felt himself relax a bit.
“I dunno…” Harry replied with a small grin. Honestly he hadn’t thought this far
ahead, considering that every time he asked Tom would say no, explaining that
he didn’t have the time.
“If you find something, let me know. I am sure I can arrange something. Avery
will have more work and he will complain, but I will deal with it.” Tom said to
him.
Harry for the first time in a month felt like something between them was mended
again and with a bright smile he nodded, seeing Tom’s smile directed at him
eased his worries. Maybe he was truly a lovesick fool and jealous, but honestly
who wouldn’t be?
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The weekend came and Harry finally put everything together for his plan.
Despite that Tom seemed to act normal around him again, Harry still decided to
do it. It would be a waste of the clothes he had bought otherwise.
And of course Ginny would never let him live it down either. In the end Tom and
he had chosen a small trip to Paris, which strangely had been Tom’s idea.
Ginny had laughed at this and told him he shouldn’t forget the special clothes.
Harry had turned beet red, which earned them questioning glances from Hermione,
Ron, Draco and Tom. Yet Harry had laughed and said that it was a kind of inside
joke between Ginny and him.
Luckily they hadn’t questioned it further.
And after an amazing dinner in a French restaurant they went back to the hotel
in the Wizarding Street of Paris.
Tom said he would take a quick shower and Harry took his chance to gather the
stockings, slip and dress. He shrunk them and hides them inside a wallet in his
pocket. As Tom re-entered the bedroom, wearing only a towel around his waist
the bedroom Harry got up, giving Tom a chaste kiss, which his lover deepened
for one second, before Harry pulled away.
“I am gonna take a shower first…” Harry said, seeing Tom’s eyes already glazing
over in lust.
“I will wait here then.” Tom promised him with a dark glint in his eyes. Harry
barely suppressed a shiver, not remembering seeing Tom so worked up before.
Harry quickly showered and tried to gather all his courage. As he dried himself
off he stared at the clothes. He could simply not wear them and walk into the
bedroom naked or with a towel around his waist like Tom had done…
But that would be taking the coward’s way out. He dressed up and took a glance
into the mirror. His heart was beating harder than normal and his cheeks were
slightly red. Harry inhaled deeply and walked up to the door, placing his hand
on the doorknob.
Carefully he opened the door, seeing Tom sitting against the headboard, reading
a book. Had he taken so long that Tom had gotten bored? Harry took the first
few steps into the bedroom, still seeing Tom’s eyes focused upon the book in
front of him.
He closed the door behind him with a slight thud and finally Tom’s eyes glanced
up. Tom’s mouth dropped open, words dying inside his throat and Harry shifted
uncomfortably. Those dark eyes glanced over his whole body, taking in every
detail and Harry’s lips turned upwards, because at least Tom hadn’t yelled at
him to change or undress.
“Like what you see?” Harry asked him and Tom’s eyes met his. The book in Tom’s
hand was lowered and slowly a smirk appeared on the handsome face of his lover,
which made Harry feel bolder.
Tom dropped the book on the bedside table and shifted so he was sitting on the
bed, his feet touching the ground. “I love what I am seeing.” Tom purred and
Harry felt a blush creep up on his face. “Come here…” Tom ordered him and Harry
walked up to him.
Stopping in front of him and seeing those dark eyes fixed solely upon him made
Harry feel happy, because he had Tom’s attention. Harry shivered as he felt
Tom’s fingers touch the back of his knee and slowly they moved up, moving his
dress up as well.
Harry’s breath hitched slightly as those dark eyes remained fixed upon his. He
placed his own hands on Tom’s shoulders, trying to steady himself. Tom’s eyes
went down as Harry felt him touch his ass and he wasn’t surprised when Tom
moved his dress further up to see his underwear.
If Harry hadn’t been this close he wouldn’t have heard Tom’s low groan. “This
was your idea?” Tom asked him as he looked up.
Harry nodded, still feeling a bit out of breath from merely seeing Tom’s hungry
gaze upon him. Tom pulled him forward, making Harry yelp at the sudden
movement. Tom’s mouth was placed on his stomach and Harry could feel the
other’s breath through the thin material of the dress.
His grip on Tom’s shoulders tightened and Tom removed his lips from the dress,
grinning up at him. “I also have a gift for you, though mine is nothing
compared to yours…” Tom’s voice had a seductive hiss in it that made Harry
squirm a bit.
One of Tom’s hands moved away and Harry heard some movement behind him. As he
glanced over his shoulder he saw a box floating behind him, wrapped in green
gift paper. Slytherin’s colours.
Tom got up and Harry looked back towards him as Tom turned them around and
pushed him down on the bed. “Though I must admit my gift does come in handy.”
Tom said while looming over him.
Harry felt one hand move up his thigh again, moving his dress up higher, until
Tom’s hand settled on his hip. “Want to open it?” Tom asked him and Harry
nodded, not trusting his voice with all the emotions running haywire inside of
him.
Tom pulled back a bit as Harry sat up, still feeling Tom’s hand on his hip and
he grabbed the box as Tom handed it to him.
He quickly opened the box and his eyes widened as he saw what was inside of it.
A big black dildo, but also a small ring. A cock ring… As he looked up he saw
the lust in Tom’s eyes. Tom’s thumb moved against his hip in a soothing motion.
“The cock ring is a vibrating one.” Tom said huskily.
“You want me to…” Harry didn’t need to finish the question as Tom moved forward
and whispered ‘yes’.
“I have been thinking on what to give you for our 5 years anniversary and I
just didn’t know-” Tom said seriously and Harry’s eyes had widened and he let
out a scream. “What!?”
Tom blinked at him. “You forgot?” Tom asked him as he pulled back a bit and
Harry saw the hurt that Tom quickly hid. His mind racing, Harry thought back on
the date which they got together and the date it was now. With horror he
realised that next week was their 5th year anniversary and he had indeed
forgotten about it.
He had been so messed up, thinking that Tom was either cheating or he was just
been foolish and jealous that the date had completely slipped his mind.
“Really?” Tom asked incredulously.
“I… I…” Harry looked down, wondering how he could ever make this right. How in
Merlin’s name had he forgotten? “My mind was elsewhere…” Harry supplied softly
as he looked up at Tom, who frowned at him.
Tom softly shook his head and Harry wondered if this was the moment he might
still lose Tom.
“What went on in your mind to forget this…?” Tom asked him and Harry sighed
sadly, feeling Tom move and sit down beside him.
“I may…” Harry looked up at his lover, seeing that Tom was really curious and
waiting for his answer. “May have been a bit jealous.” He finished softly,
seeing Tom’s confused expression at his words.
“Jealous?” Tom asked, as he snorted and Harry glared at him. Yet Tom soon was
laughing and Harry angrily pushed him away. Tom however recovered and pulled
him closer; pushing him down and Harry felt Tom’s body settled atop of his.
“Jealous of whom?” Tom asked him softly. Harry noticed that Tom was all serious
by now. A hand was placed against his cheek. “Don’t you know that I only have
eyes for you, Harry?” Tom said and as those lips descended upon his Harry
kissed back just as eagerly.
Harry moaned lowly as he felt Tom’s hands move down over the dress, cupping the
clear bulge in his slip. As Tom sat back up a bit Harry wanted to move after
him, but a hand on his chest prevented him.
“I never considered you to be the jealous kind of type.” Tom commented with a
sly grin and Harry groaned, knowing that his lover wasn’t going to let this go.
Till the end of their lives Tom would remind him of this.
“Because normally I am not, but I love you so much, that it just fucking hurts
whenever you smile at someone else.” Harry almost growled and Tom laughed.
Tom gently grabbed his hands, their fingers intertwining and then pushed them
above his head as he leaned down again. Those dark eyes staring right in his
and to Harry it felt like Tom could see his very soul. “I love you too and I
think I will remind you of this every day.” Tom whispered and the kiss that
followed was gently and sweet. Harry completely surrendered to Tom and even
opened his mouth when he felt push his tongue against his lips.
Green eyes closed as their tongues battled and his back arched, his legs
wrapping around Tom’s waist. As the kiss stopped Harry could still feel Tom’s
breathing against his lips. “It’s a pity really…” Tom muttered and Harry opened
his eyes.
Tom’s fingers tightened around his and the dark desire in Tom’s eyes left Harry
feeling breathless. “I don’t even want to undress you.”
Harry’s lips curved upwards in a teasing grin. “Then we won’t get very far,
will we?”
Tom hummed and smirked down at him, placing Harry’s wrists in one hand as he
moved his now free hand down Harry’s body. Harry’s breath hitched as the hand
moved under his dress. “This is the only piece of clothing that is in my way.”
Tom said seductively.
Harry could feel the warmth of Tom’s hand upon his clothed erection and he
pushed his hips upwards silently. His arms straining a bit, but he made no move
to try and pull them free from Tom’s hold.
“You want to try your new gifts?” Tom asked him and Harry could only nod.
“Don’t move.” Tom ordered.
Harry didn’t move at all as Tom moved away and grabbed the open box, picking
the cock ring out of it. He moved his hips upwards as Tom grabbed the edge of
his slip and pulled it off of him. Harry saw the lust shine in Tom’s eyes as
his lover glanced at the green slip, before dropping it on the bed.
“Even if you did forget, this might be the best gift I ever had.” Tom said to
him and Harry smiled, glad to know that he wasn’t going to lose Tom because of
it.
“I promise I will never forget it again…” Harry muttered, but Tom shook his
head.
“Talk later. First I am gonna have some fun with my gift.” Tom grinned and
Harry felt strangely aroused that Tom considered him his gift.
A bottle floated towards Tom and Harry recognized the lube that Tom always
carried with him. His hands twitched, wanting to move, but he refrained,
keeping his hands above his head, while Tom poured some lube on his cock,
making him hiss at the cold touch.
Harry closed his eyes with a soft moan as Tom’s hand wrapped around his aching
member and jerked him off a bit. Then he felt something touch the tip of his
cock and he opened his eyes, glancing down as his lover slowly moved the cock
ring down.
Harry bit his bottom lip, because it felt strange and a bit tight as the cock
ring moved down his shaft. As it settled around the base of his cock Tom moved
his hand soothingly over Harry’s inner thigh. “Alright?”
Harry gave a small nod. “Feel strange…” He replied softly and Tom smiled at
him. Without any warning Tom activated the cock ring and Harry let out a groan
as he could feel the vibrations through his whole shaft.
He let out a breath as his body got accustomed to the toy. The buzzing sound
from the device sounded loud in the bedroom and Harry moaned as he felt lips
kiss his erection. His fingers tangled into the sheet as he arched his back.
Tom however licked and kissed on his shaft, but never gave him what he truly
wanted. “Tom!” Harry moaned, as he resisted the urge to guide Tom’s hand and
fuck his lover’s throat.
Tom chuckled. “Feels good?” His lover asked him and Harry glared briefly at him
as a small moan tore from his throat as the vibrations increased.
“Even if you come, I am not going to stop.” Tom said to him and Harry knew
that. Oh, he knew how cruel his lover could be at times. Tom could make his
body desire that blissful orgasm only to give him a ruined one. Or to keep
edging him until he was nothing more than a pleading mess, yet even then Tom
would sometimes continue teasing him.
There had been one time that Tom had managed to make him cum 5 times and his
body had felt so tired afterwards. The day after Tom had taken good care of him
however and Harry quite enjoyed it as well.
Their sex life had been anything but boring honestly and they had spoken before
about trying a cock ring, though they had never ended up buying one. Now Harry
regretted that he didn’t have this toy earlier, because it felt so good, too
damn good.
Harry’s hips had a mind of their own as he kept thrusting them upwards, wanting
that tiny bit more friction, but Tom merely moved further down and sucked on
his balls, which made something in Harry tighten and he felt an orgasm tore
through his body. Though he didn’t ejaculate, because of the ring around the
base of his member.
He panted as he recovered, his body trembling as the cock ring didn’t stop
vibrating. “Oh god…” Harry moaned as he moved his head sideways and his fingers
gripped tightly into the sheets. Tom released his balls with a small pop that
went unheard because of the loud buzzing sound the ring gave off.
“Hm, that was one…” Harry heard Tom whisper. Green eyes blinked open and he
softly shook his head at Tom’s pleased expression.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Harry gasped out as his cock twitched,
never going soft because of the ring around it.
“I certainly hope not.” Tom said with a chuckle and Harry let out a small laugh
as he closed his eyes, slowly relaxing his body. His fingers which had grasped
tightly into the sheets also relaxed and he let go of the sheets. Tom’s hands
moved over his inner thighs over the stockings he wore.
Until one hand moved upwards and Harry felt a finger push lightly against the
outer rim of his ass. “Ready for your other gift?” Tom asked him.
Harry watched him, seeing that Tom was clearly enjoying himself. With a glance
towards the box he nodded. “It’s bigger than the ones we have at home, isn’t
it?” Harry questioned him and Tom gave a small nod.
“It is. Where would be the fun if I don’t push you beyond your limits?” Tom
asked with a smile and Harry watched as the dildo floated towards Tom.
Yet Tom poured the lube on his fingers first and scooted a bit backwards, as
Harry moved his hips up. He was still not completely recovered from his first
orgasm, yet Tom pushed one lubed finger inside of him.
Harry groaned and shivered at the overstimulation as the finger hit his
prostate dead-on. Tom grinned, knowing he had found Harry’s sweet spot.
Tom kept applying pressure on it and Harry started moaning, his breathing
turning into gasps as the pleasure rushed through his body. Harry barely felt
the second finger enter as his whole attention was focused on the ring that
kept vibrating.
Tom watched as Harry’s hands tightened into the sheets and those beautiful
green eyes closed in pure bliss. The dress was moved upwards till Harry’s
stomach and this sight would like so many be forever etched into his mind, yet
this one was more special than the others.
“Fuck…” Harry moaned as the fingers kept abusing his prostate. “Tom… I-I.”
Harry couldn’t even form words anymore as he felt his body quickly approaching
another orgasm. Tom must have understood it nonetheless as a third finger
entered and at the same time a mouth sucked on the tip of his erection.
Harry’s hands flew down, gripping tightly into Tom’s sleek hair as his second
orgasm hit him. Tom bobbed his head down, completely encasing Harry’s member
and Harry’s back arched from the bed, as his upper body shot up and whole body
trembled.
The fingers inside him never stopped moving and it was too much, too sensitive
as the vibrations on the ring never ceased either. His legs were shaking and
trembling uncontrollable, it was almost too much. With a soft pop Tom released
Harry’s cock from his mouth and he also pulled his fingers out, giving his
lover some time to recover. Harry’s hands dropped next to his body, fingers
tighten into the sheets once more, as his body trembled from the orgasm.
Even though Tom had stopped touching him, the cock ring was still around his
member and buzzing loudly. Harry’s body twitched as the vibrations didn’t stop
and he was panting heavily, aware of the sweat forming on his body. The dress
was sticking to his body, yet Harry never felt more bliss than in this moment.
He knew however that they weren’t finished yet.
He opened his eyes, seeing Tom’s hungry gaze move over his body and he opened
his legs wider, as he saw Tom reaching for the dildo. “Are you alright?” Tom
asked him and Harry nodded with a soft smile.
“I can handle it.” Harry assured his lover, knowing that Tom would stop at any
moment if it would become too much.
Tom gave a small nod and placed the dildo against Harry’s entrance. Harry
relaxed his body as he closed his eyes with a deep exhale. As the toy pushed in
he felt himself been stretched even wider and he bit his bottom lip.
It was most definitely bigger than the ones they had at home. Tom’s hand
latched onto his hip and Harry felt how his lover’s thumb rubbed slow circles
on his hipbone.
He relaxed even further, not aware of how tense his body still had been. “Is it
too much?” Tom asked him and Harry could hear that his lover sounded slightly
worried.
Harry shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s simply bigger than anything I have ever
felt.”
“Oh?” Tom commented and slowly a grin formed on his lover’s mouth. “Bigger than
my cock?” They both already knew the answer to that question and Harry nodded
with a small laugh.
His laugh however quickly turned into a moan as the dildo touched his prostate.
Harry gasped as the toy started to move in and out of his ass slowly and
looking at Tom he noticed that his lover’s hands were free. The dildo was
spelled to thrust into him.
Green eyes watched Tom’s every move as the brown-haired wizard stood up and
slowly undressed. Harry wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he noticed how
hard Tom was. His lover had some strange kinks at times, but Harry didn’t mind,
because he loves every part of Tom.
Even the more darker and sadistic side that was buried deep inside Tom.
Harry closed his eyes with a groan as he felt the dildo move in deeper and
faster. He opened his eyes again as he felt a hand card through his hair. Tom
was standing next to him, but kneeled down on the bed next to him and Harry
opened his mouth as his lover shifted forwards.
Harry hallowed his cheeks as he felt Tom’s cock move in and out of his mouth in
slow thrusts. Tom’s hand on the back of his head guiding him slowly, while the
other hand was placed on his stomach, slowly moving up and down over the black
dress.
The small touch on his stomach made him shiver and he moaned around Tom’s
member, feeling his lover thrust in deeper and Harry relaxed his throat. He
heard a low groan above him as he sucked harder.
Tom’s hips thrusted forward for one last time, but then his lover pulled away
completely. Harry glanced up at him as he closed his mouth and gasped as the
stimulations were becoming too much for his oversensitive body. “You’re close?”
Tom said, watching his reactions.
Harry nodded and he felt the dildo stop moving as Tom slowly pulled it out,
making Harry feel strangely empty. Not for long however as Tom moved and
kneeled down in between his legs.
Tom easily thrusted three fingers inside of him. “Oh, maybe I could even fit my
whole fist inside of you.” Tom’s comment made Harry’s cock twitch and his lover
grinned.
The fingers pulled out again and Harry felt the tip of Tom’s cock touch his
entrance. Hands gripped onto his hips as Tom pushed inwards, while at the same
time bite down on Harry’s neck.
Harry’s hands latched onto Tom’s back as his lover thrusted in and out of him
in a rather slow pace. “Faster…” Harry breathed against Tom’s hair and the
brown-haired wizard looked up. Their lips clashed as Tom increased the pace.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the buzzing of the cock ring and moans coming
from both of them filled the bedroom. It didn’t take long before Harry reached
his climax again, this time however Tom removed the cock ring and jerked him
off.
Harry’s nails scratched over Tom’s back as he orgasmed. His sperm coating Tom’s
chest and his dress. Tom only thrusted a few more times before stilling deep
inside of him. Yet Harry had blacked out for one second. His heart beating
against his ribcage, his breathing coming out in pants and sweat covering his
whole body.
He felt thoroughly fucked and his body wouldn’t be able to handle more. Tom was
also breathing heavily against his neck, but Harry’s breaths were louder as he
panted, trying to recover from the most intense orgasms he ever had.
Tom looked up at him and Harry noticed the frown on his lover’s face. “Are you
alright…?” Tom asked him.
Harry was still gasping, but he managed a small yes, as he nodded. Tom didn’t
look completely convinced and pulled back even more. Harry felt Tom’s hand
against his sweaty cheek and he closed his eyes.
“J… just give me a second.” Harry gasped, not seeing Tom’s frown deepen.
Harry felt his lover move, but he could his body felt sluggish and he didn’t
think he could manage to get up or even more at all. A cleaning spell washed
over him and he felt Tom’s hand pull him up a bit and then something was pushed
against his bottom lip, a glass.
He opened his mouth and water flowed into his mouth. As he swallowed it down he
felt that his heart was beating more regularly again.
“Maybe it was a bit too much.” Tom commented and Harry let out a soft laugh.
“That was the best sex I ever had, Tom.” Harry opened his eyes to look at his
lover. Tom still looked slightly worried, but his lips twitched.
“I think you will be unable to leave this bed for the rest of this week.”
Harry smiled and closed his eyes as he felt Tom’s hand move him down, so he was
lying flat again. “I love you…” Harry forced his eyes open, even though he felt
tired and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here, right now.
“I am sorry.” Harry said, as Tom started to clean up the toys. Dark eyes met
his and Harry felt guilt rush through him. How in Merlin’s name could have he
forgotten their anniversary?
“Explain yourself tomorrow. I think your mind is only working half right now.”
Tom said. Harry closed his eyes and gave into the much needed sleep.
Tom watched his lover, still dressed in that beautiful dress and those
stockings. He knew however that Harry hadn’t come up with this idea…
No; Tom knew that he had to talk to Draco.
Yet to see Harry lying there thoroughly fucked, Tom couldn't feel it in him to
be angry at Draco for giving away his greatest secret and most liked kink. He
just never believed Harry would want to do something like this, but Tom knew
this was a great start and he would enjoy seeing Harry in other dresses. The
thought alone made his cock twitch and Tom grinned.
And to also know that his lover was jealous lately made something inside him
flutter. The grin faded a bit and Tom sighed, as he shook his head. Harry must
have truly been jealous, for there was no other explanation that Harry would
have forgotten their anniversary.
Tom sighed deeply as he closed his eyes. The preparations for their anniversary
were already finished. To keep it both a secret and not raise any suspicion
with Harry had been difficult and he guessed that he somehow had failed.
Well, he would make it up to Harry next week as well. Celebrate their true
anniversary and a trip to China that Harry would definitely enjoy.
Chapter End Notes
     Can I ever write a short one-shot xD? Apparently not…
     Well, anyway hope you all enjoyed reading it :).
***** A boring Meeting *****
Chapter Summary
     Voldemort conquered Wizarding Britain, but was he really satisfied
     with what he had accomplished? He couldn’t help but feel that his
     life became boring and those constant meetings didn’t make it any
     better. Maybe his lover, former enemy Harry did make things better,
     even for a little bit. Requested by lils.
Chapter Notes
     I am still here… kind of lol. I hit a major writers block, so yay.
     That is why there haven’t been any updates on any of my stories.
     I feel like I am slowly coming out of it though as inspiration hit me
     again. A few other prompts are close to being finished(as I already
     wrote a bit of it before my writers block hit in) and I hope to
     finish them this week and upload them. To catch up for all those
     weeks of not having posted a single thing XD.
     All mistakes are still my own!
     Anyway this is a short one and requested by lils. Hope you enjoy!
     Please mind the warnings.
     Apparently I am in a mood to write darker stories, so be prepared for
     the other updates ;).
      
     Warnings: implied Rape/Non-con elements(past), Dom/sub undertones
**** A Boring Meeting: ****
After conquering Wizarding Britain Voldemort had expected to be satisfied,
filled with happiness and glee in finally getting what he wanted.

Maybe in the beginning he felt something akin to that, but nowadays he felt
bored out of his mind. There were no more battles and no one stood up to him
anymore. Even torturing the same persons over and over again didn’t seem to
fill him with glee anymore. Days slowly became boring and tedious.

His prophesised enemy was now his lover, but in the beginning had been nothing
more than a slave. He remembered the days when Harry would still glare at him,
screaming to piss off and those emerald eyes were brimming with life.

After breaking the boy however… that changed. Harry became a meek submissive
little boy, who eagerly wanted his approval and would do anything to get it.
Somehow the thought disturbed him now.

Harry’s fight was the only thing that somehow flickered a flame inside of him
and now his life felt dulled, mostly by meetings as boring as this one.

Red eyes simply stared at the other occupants sitting on the long table. Lucius
was speaking, but he was tuning the blonde’s voice out. It couldn’t be anything
of importance. The resistance was long gone, destroyed 5 years ago and somehow
the giddy feeling he always felt inside of him during duels disappeared.

He never thought he would call his life boring at all, but it was a harsh truth
nonetheless. The only thing he did was rule this place, go back to his manor
and maybe fuck Harry. Otherwise there was nothing in it anymore.

He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, effectively stopping Lucius’s report.
Hearing nothing, Voldemort forced his eyes open, glaring at the blond, who
paled a bit. “My Lord…” Lucius muttered.

“Continue, Lucius.” Voldemort ordered, as he still glared at the other. Lucius
did so immediately and Voldemort watched the male, only now seeing that the
blonde’s hair was slowly becoming grey. How many years had passed since the end
of the second wizarding war? Voldemort couldn’t quite recall and he didn’t
bother with it anyway. Time went by too quickly.

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting next to his father, had turned into a fine young
man. Many years had gone by that was for certain. Once again he had not
listened to a single word said by Lucius.

He even tuned out the voice of Theodore as he started speaking. It was about
the new-born mudbloods… Voldemort found he didn't care about it all. He wished
he was back at the house, maybe Harry would like to get fucked again.

Honestly that was the only thing he was looking forward lately. What had his
life become? Voldemort stiffened when he felt a hand touched his leg. Red eyes
glanced down, spelling them so that he could look through the table, wondering
who would be bold enough to touch him like this during a meeting.

Harry…

Harry was kneeling underneath the table and touching him. Voldemort’s lips
curved upwards in a small grin at the image. He shifted a bit and opened his
legs wider, wondering what his young lover would do now.

For one second he saw Harry freeze, before the boy shifted closer. “My Lord…” A
voice called out to him and he focused his attention at the group sitting
there. A group that was completely unaware that two hands were gripping his
knees and slowly moving towards his clearly interested cock.

“Proceed.” Voldemort said, daring them to say that he wasn’t listening to them
at all. Rockwood gave a quick nod with a small bow as he did just that. He kept
his eyes fixed upon the Death Eater, but tuned his voice out.

Opening the connection between him and Harry, he spoke in the other’s mind.
‘How did you get here?’ He could first feel Harry’s shock that quickly turned
into confusion before it ended in amusement.

‘The fireplace. How else?’ The boy replied and Voldemort chuckled lowly. Harry
was clearly in a much better mood, more daring. Days like these were rare and
Voldemort found him treasuring these moments.

The Dark Lord saw how Rockwood paled at the sound and he looked at him as if
saying. ‘Well, continue.’

Rockwood fidgeted and cleared his throat as he spoke again, but Voldemort was
already focusing upon the hands opening his trouser. He shifted his chair
closer to the table, placing his elbow on the table and leaned his head on his
hand.

Harry’s hand slowly pulled his cock free from his confines and red eyes glanced
down, staring straight through the table as Harry leaned in and took the tip
inside his mouth. ‘Take it in deeper.’ Voldemort ordered his lover and Harry
complied.

Harry took him all in, which luckily for him was still possible considering he
wasn’t fully hard yet. But as Harry started to suck and bob his head, Voldemort
could feel the pleasure running through his body and his cock slowly started to
come to life.

He forced his gaze up, seeing that Rockwood was currently in some kind of
discussion with Lucius. He frowned at them, listening in what it was about.

“I say the aurors should do their work better and dispose of the mudbloods
before they enter the wizarding world.” Lucius stated.

Rockwood being the head auror glared at the blond. “You think it is easy to
kill of children in the muggle world!?”

Before a true argument could start Voldemort opened his mouth, only to feel
Harry’s teeth graze over his member. Instead a small gasp came out of it and he
felt a thrill go through him. Pure excitement at what was happening and he let
out a laugh as he felt Harry smile around him.

Voldemort focused again as he mentally chastised Harry. “Lucius is right
however. We don’t want to mingle with them. It is far better to kill them off
while they are still young and only used accidental magic. Just obliviate
anyone who knows of the child and there will be no further proof.”

Voldemort gritted his teeth as he felt Harry’s suck the tip in his mouth. The
boy was playing with him. Rockwood bowed and muttered a ‘yes, my Lord.’

Glad that this was solved Voldemort leaned back in his chair and moved one hand
underneath the table, not caring that the others could see it. They wouldn’t
dare question him on how he sat. ‘You will pay for that, my dear Harry.’ He
said to his lover as he forced his hand on the back of his lover’s head and
pushed him forward. Forcing him to take his cock in fully.

Voldemort opened his legs wider and thrusted in deeper, feeling and hearing
Harry gag around him. ‘Sh…. You don’t want them to find you, now do you?’
Voldemort said.

‘No, master…’ The boy replied and Voldemort withheld a sigh. So far for Harry
having some fire in him.

Truly the boy would never be fully repaired, but this was the best he could do.
He let Harry’s head up and quickly put a silencing spell around Harry. Just in
time as the other spluttered and coughed a bit, before Voldemort pushed him
towards his leaking member again.

Harry placed his hands on his inner thighs as the cock was shoved straight into
his mouth again. Voldemort’s grip on Harry’s hair tightened and he kept him in
place as Harry deep-throated him.

He could feel Harry’s uneven breathing coming from the boy’s nose and the hands
on his thighs pushed. Voldemort withheld a sigh as he released Harry. ‘Suck my
balls.’ He ordered as he placed both his hands on the table, his eyes briefly
glancing up at the other occupants in the room.

A hand wrapped around his erection and Voldemort just barely held back a groan
as lips encased his balls and Harry sucked on them, while slowly stroking him.

‘Good boy.’He praised him and he felt Harry’s happiness rush through him.
Voldemort closed his eyes as he felt his balls tightening.

‘I am getting close,’ The Dark Lord warned him before ordering. ‘Do not spill
one drop.’

Harry let his balls drop out of his mouth and sucked the tip inside his mouth
as he stroked the rest. Red eyes opened, seeing the others still discuss
everything. Voldemort considered sending them all away, but decided against it.

Harry didn’t stop and Voldemort felt the pleasure running through his body,
bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

His body stiffened as he reached his orgasm and he felt Harry suck harder,
wanting to swallow all that spurted out of it. “Leave!” Voldemort ordered in a
husky voice as he bit back his groan. None of Death Eaters questioned his
sudden order and they all hastily fled from the room.

As the door closed behind the last person, Voldemort’s eyes closed as well and
his hand came up, carding his fingers through Harry’s hair as he felt his lover
swallow his cum.

His cock was released from the hot mouth and he pushed the chair backwards,
giving Harry enough space to crawl from underneath it. As the boy moved
forward, he remained kneeled, his head down and Voldemort sighed. “Stand up.”

As Harry followed his order he noticed the erection standing proudly in Harry’s
crotch. Harry’s trouser was open and it was clear that the boy had touched
himself when he had been sucking him. The boy’s gaze was cast down, unwilling
to look his master in the eye. Mostly for fear of being punished.  “Come
closer.” Voldemort whispered and Harry took a step closer.

The Dark Lord moved his arm around his smaller lover and pulled him into his
lap. He kissed Harry’s neck feeling the boy shiver on his lap. “Touch
yourself.” He ordered in a soft voice.

Voldemort felt Harry move his hand and he brought their lips together as he
kissed him. Harry’s soft moans were swallowed down by his lips as Harry stroked
himself.

It didn’t take long, before Harry’s body stiffened and he tore away from the
kiss with a loud moan. Voldemort bit down hard on his lover’s neck, feeling the
small body tremble against him. “You’re allowed to do what you please, you know
that right.” Voldemort muttered into the other’s neck.

“Yes, master…” Harry replied. “Thank you, master.”

Voldemort closed his eyes and pulled his horcrux tighter against him. “Foolish
little boy.” He muttered and Harry remained quiet. Sometimes Voldemort wished
for those days when Harry hadn’t been broken yet.

It was a pity that the damage could not be undone. Not completely at least.
Voldemort pulled back and eyed the other, seeing Harry immediately look down.
He gently grabbed the boy’s chin between his fingers and forced him to look up.

Those emerald eyes stared back at him, clearly confused. “What brought this
up?” He asked him.

“My Lord… you often said that those meetings are boring. I wanted to….” Harry
would undoubtedly start rambling and Voldemort placed his finger against the
boy’s lips, effectively shutting him up.

He smiled at his horcrux, knowing that no one else would ever see him smile
like this. But this boy held a part of him and Harry would never leave or
betray him. “Thank you, Harry.”

It had the desired effect as well as Harry smiled brightly and for one second
those emerald eyes looked alive again. Voldemort wondered if what he felt
inside of him was his heart breaking.
***** My Omega and Horcrux *****
Chapter Summary
     In this world, there are Alphas, Betas and Omegas. A secondary
     gender. A label that places them into the ranking of the society.
     Alphas were the highest, while Omegas were considered the lowest.
     Harry still cursed every day since the moment he presented. He
     presented as an Omega…
     Requested by I_dea_lice.
Chapter Notes
     Hello once again. Like promised, here is another chapter.
     First time I have written anything with the A/B/O universe. So it was
     pretty interesting… (Harry doesn’t agree with me, I think).
     Please mind the warnings on this one! And all mistakes are still
     mine.
     Warnings: Character death, Rape/Non-con, underage, A/B/O dynamics,
     knotting, some dirty talk.
**** My Omega and my Horcrux: ****
In this world, there are Alphas, Betas and Omegas. A secondary gender. A label
that places them into the ranking of the society. Alphas were the highest,
while Omegas were considered the lowest.

Omegas only existed to reproduce and take care of the children. Omegas are
nurture people and love to take care of others, especially children and
therefor they were considered weak. Especially as they couldn’t control their
urges and heat, which often lead to rapes and problems.  

Betas are the normal people, who are luckily enough not to fall as low as to be
an Omega. They belong in the middle of society, just underneath the Alphas.

Alphas are dominating and often leaders that rule the world. Their will is law
if they have any say in it.

It was in their natures and nature could not be denied or fought against. Harry
still cursed every day since the moment he presented. He presented as an Omega…

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They were too late… Dobby was lying dead on the floor in front of him. Ron was
holding tightly onto Hermione, who was still trembling in shock after Bellatrix
had tortured her.

Harry felt the pain in his scar intensify and he pushed his hand against it as
Voldemort apparated into the room.

The atmosphere changed and turned rigid in one second with the sudden entrance
of the powerful Alpha. It was over… That was the only thing Harry could think
about as he forced his head up and looked at the imposing figure standing
deadly still in the middle of the room.

The pieces of the broken chandelier lying next to the Dark Lord and Harry’s
fingers tightened around Draco’s wand. His head was throbbing and he could see
the anger swirling in those red slitted eyes as much as he could feel it
through their strange connection.

Voldemort knew… Harry could see it. The Dark Lord was very much aware that his
horcruxes were being hunted down. “My Lord!” Bellatrix exclaimed loudly as she
dropped down to her knees behind him.

“Harry…” Ron muttered and he could hear the fear in his best friend’s voice.

Harry knew there was no escape for them. The house wouldn’t let them apparate
in or out of it and the Dark Lord was blocking their way out…

“Harry Potter…” Voldemort whispered in a soft voice that made the hairs on
Harry’s neck stand on end.

“My Lord…” Bellatrix whispered as she kneeled closer to him, clearly wanting to
say something to him.

“Speak Bella.” Voldemort ordered, his red intense eyes never leaving his and
Harry felt unnerved by the stare. Part of him was rebelling against himself,
because this was a strong Alpha and he was nothing but a mere Omega.

He shouldn’t be standing up against the other like this, but Harry silenced
that voice inside of him. He couldn’t let his nature get in the way. This was
war. In a war it didn’t matter what your social standing was. Harry may be an
Omega, but he didn’t think he was weak because of that.

Honeslty he and everyone around had been shocked, expecting him to be an Alpha.
It was just Harry’s luck that he ended up presenting as an Omega.

It was just that Voldemort believed he was weak though and maybe that could
give him an advantage, just like that time in the Ministry.

“They broke into my vault…” Bellatrix said softly and Harry winced as his hand
once again flew to his head. His scar hurting painfully. It was so painful that
Harry felt how he dropped to his knees, hearing Ron scream his name, clearly
worried.

Before Harry could even react, a hand grabbed his head and pulled. The pain
flared and Harry forced his eyes closed with a pained groan. The hand
undoubtedly belonged to Voldemort and he could hear Ron yell something, but it
sounded distant.

He didn’t know what happened, but he heard Hermione let out a loud terrifying
scream and knew that something bad had happened.

With all his willpower he forced his eyes open, ignoring the tears stinging in
them. Voldemort was standing in front of him, those red eyes staring down at
him. Harry felt his mind being torn apart as the Dark Lord forced his way in,
uncaring about the pain he caused in the process.

The Dark Lord saw all his memories, searching for any proof that they had been
inside Bellatrix’s vault, which they had not been. Satisfied Voldemort pulled
out of his mind and lets go of him. Harry grasped his head in his hands, the
pain too much.

It wasn’t only his scar that was hurting now, but his whole being seemed to be
crying out.

“Kill the mudblood.” Voldemort’s voice was cold as he gave that order and Harry
tensed as his head shot up.

“No…” He gasped out through the pain. ‘Not Hermione… No…’ Harry thought
desperately.

He scanned the area and noticed that Bellatrix was already standing there with
a knife placed on Hermione’s throat once more. Green eyes widened and he
scrambled up, wanting to get to them in time. He needed to stop Bellatrix. He
wouldn’t be able to deal with it if Hermione also died in front of him. Not
like this…

Bellatrix cackled and Harry saw her hand move, but it felt like everything
happened in slow motion. An arm circled around his waist and pulled him back
against a hard chest. He struggled and screamed, trying to free himself.

He needed to save Hermione. He couldn’t let this happen! This wasn’t supposed
to be happening. “NOOOO!!” Harry screamed, but his struggles were futile and
Bellatrix slashed open Hermione’s neck.

Green eyes looked terrified as he saw the blood pooling down at the wound
inflected upon his friend’s neck.

No… this was his fault, all his fault… His struggles increased. The pain in his
head dimming by the adrenaline cursing through him, yet his scar never stopped
pulsing.

But it was not his body that was crying out when Hermione’s body was dropped to
the ground and she gasped and wheezed as the blood was most likely choking her.
Harry couldn’t bear to watch her body convulse, he wouldn’t be able to witness
Hermione taking her last breath and he forced his eyes closed. Hating himself
for this weakness…

Harry still heard it. Through the silence in the room, he could hear the moment
Hermione’s gasping breath stopped and he stiffened as tears rolled from his
closed eyes.

He shouldn’t have let them come with him… this was his mission, not theirs and
now it was over.

Harry was vaguely aware that Voldemort was speaking; saying something like they
had never been into the vault, but despite this that Bellatrix should get the
object in it out.

The word ‘horcrux’ was never mentioned and Harry only welcomed the moment he
passed out, unknown that Voldemort had put a very strong sleeping spell on him.

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Voldemort felt the body in his arms go limp as Bella quickly moved out. He
didn’t let it show, but he felt the fear deep inside of him.

He was aware that several of his horcruxes were already lost and he couldn’t
afford to lose more. He simply couldn’t…

“Lucius…” Voldemort said. His voice almost hisslike as he spoke the name. The
blond moved forward and bowed down before him. “Clean up this mess.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Voldemort’s lips curled up in disgust as he saw how weak the
once proud man was. Azkaban had not done him well, but Voldemort couldn’t
bother with the mental state of his followers. As long as they followed his
orders, nothing else mattered.

“The dungeon will be off limits to everyone from this point onward.” Voldemort
said as he also looked towards Narcissa and Draco. He noticed how the young
Malfoy was held tightly in his mother’s arms and the boy had his head turned
away from the gruesome scene.

Draco was too spoiled and not ready for this all, that was one thing that was
for sure. Voldemort shifted Harry’s body and he tensed as he felt his hand
graze over something underneath the boy’s shirt. It felt strangely familiar and
quickly pulled the object from beneath Harry’s clothes.

His locket…

Red eyes widened as he took in the slash in the gold. Cold fury rushed through
him and dark magic swirled around him.

The urge to strangle Harry with his locket was high. His horcrux… his locket
was destroyed. Anger, fear, disbelief went through him. He clasped the locket
in his hand and pulled it backwards, hearing the boy gasp as the gold chain cut
into his neck. He pulled harder, feeling the smaller body convulse against his
and he only loosened his grip when he saw Nagini slither towards him. His
distress urging her closer, while the others backed away.

It was at that point that Voldemort froze as he watched his snake with red wide
eyes. “Nagini…” He hissed and the snake reared her head up.

“Can I eat him like your promised?” Nagini asked him. It took some time before
Voldemort’s mind caught up… All his emotions were out of control. He could feel
his steady heartbeat inside his chest, knowing that it was beaten and he was
alive. He told himself he was safe and slowly calmed down. The tornado of dark
magic around him weakened and dissolved.

With the locket in his hand and Nagini in front of him Voldemort finally put
the pieces together.
Why it had been so easy to possess the boy. To control him. Just like he could
possess and control Nagini.

But now he realised why. It was because in that tiny scar upon the boy’s
forehead was a piece of his soul. Harry Potter was his horcrux.  It was because
of that soul piece that the boy was also a parselmouth and inward he cursed
when he realised how blind he had been.

Voldemort let out a soft, cold laugh at this revelation. “No… I think not.” He
replied to the disappointment of his snake. Harry’s scar had always hurt
whenever he was near and he never paid it any mind, but that was a sign in
itself.

Voldemort noticed that Lucius had already cleaned up the bodies and the blood
or had ordered the house-elves to do it for him. It was then that Bellatrix
made her way back inside and Voldemort felt immense relief when he saw the cup
in her hands.
At least the cup was safe and without a doubt the diadem would be safe as well.
Still Voldemort would go to Hogwarts, just to make sure. He would need to check
up on all of them. He had believed them to be safe, but his ring and locket had
been found…

“Well done, Bella.” He praised her as he placed the locket in his pocket and
let Harry’s body float as he accepted the cup.
Bella smiled brightly and he ordered them to leave. He had much to think about,
including where he would place his horcruxes now…

It was one day later as Voldemort was watching Harry sleep. The boy was
shackled to the wall with chains around his ankles and wrists. Voldemort wasn’t
going to take any chances anymore.

If he learned one thing about Harry Potter, it was that the boy had an immense
amount of luck. Even if the situation was so awful Harry had always managed to
somehow escape.

Voldemort told himself… that was the only reason he was watching over him.
Lies… He knew it were lies, because part of him was intrigued in his accidental
horcrux.

He wondered how someone like Harry could have remained so… pure. Especially
knowing that the boy was a horcrux. Had the soul piece not tainted him in any
way?

Voldemort didn’t think so, because while he was an Alpha male, Harry was an
Omega.

The soul piece clearly had no influence upon the boy or his body. It was
intriguing. A horcrux he had never planned to make.

He considered waking the boy up, but decided against it. He had other things he
should take care of first. With this revealed, Voldemort simply knew that
Dumbledore had known about Harry being his horcrux.

There was no way that the old fool hadn’t known about this, but it was clear
that Harry was left unaware. Voldemort laughed softly. Albus truly had been a
fool.

The old headmaster had masterfully played Harry till the end. Clearly waiting
for the moment when he would kill the boy and so many times did he have that
opportunity to kill him.

It was Harry’s luck that had saved him and the soul piece, so Voldemort
couldn’t hate him for it exactly. Though it did anger him.  

Albus had really been planning on killing him. Red slitted eyes closed as
Voldemort pushed his fear away again. He was safe… he was powerful. No one
could kill him. It was impossible.

His horcruxes wouldn’t leave his sight now. He wouldn’t risk it. Especially not
after finding out that several were gone and most likely destroyed…

He wouldn’t risk it… He couldn’t kill the boy anymore.

Voldemort forced his eyes open, seeing Harry breathe evenly; blissfully unaware
of what was going to happen. It was a cruel fate to be born an Omega… Voldemort
grinned.

It was easy to use their nature against them and it wasn’t surprising when
Omegas got raped and ended up bonded with the rapist. He never once considered
taking an Omega of his own.

But Harry Potter was one he couldn’t let go free.

“Soon… Harry. Soon you will be mine completely.” Voldemort’s voice a mere
whisper in the basement. He merely needed to be patient and wait for the boy to
enter his heat.

First he needed to find out who else knew about his horcruxes and Harry Potter
being one. Voldemort wasn’t a fool and Albus wasn’t either. The old headmaster
had told someone, someone who he trusted.

Because there is no way that Harry carried this burden all by himself. Besides…
what he had seen inside Harry’s mind troubled him. A Doe patronus… The sword of
Godric Gryffindor… the one inside Bella’s vault had been a fake all along.

There was only one person who had access to that sword beforehand. He could
barely believe that Severus had betrayed him, but it was a possibility and if
this was the case Severus would be begging for mercy, but he wouldn’t grant it.
 
As Harry woke up, the first thing he felt was something heavy around his ankles
and wrists. He shifted and heard chains rattling. His widened eyes took in the
metal sturdy chains that bound him towards the dungeon wall.

As he took a glance around, he stiffened. A completely involuntary reaction as
he saw Voldemort sitting there on a chair, just outside of the bars. Just as
quickly the memories rushed in and a feeling of deep despair settled inside
him.

Hermione… She was… no. He looked away, his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep
his feelings in check. ‘Empty your mind… control your emotions.’ He told
himself.

“It is quite intriguing, is it not?” Voldemort whispered softly, but in the
silence Harry could hear him perfectly. A sideways glance told Harry that the
Dark Lord had not moved an inch and he slowly relaxed. Somehow feeling relieved
that there were bars between them, even though he knew that it didn’t matter if
Voldemort wanted to hurt him. Those bars wouldn’t stop Voldemort, nor protect
him.

Green eyes widened a small fraction as he thought about that. He was still
alive… Why? Didn’t Voldemort want him dead?

“I never thought about this… strange connection between us, not until the
answer was right in front of me,” Voldemort said casually. “But you do not
know, do you, Harry?” Voldemort asked with a low laugh.

Harry tensed, but didn’t reply. The loss of his friends’ still fresh inside his
mind and he didn’t want to talk with Voldemort at all. “Ah, a silent treatment.
That is fine with me.”

Harry couldn’t’ help himself and snorted. “You always liked the sound of your
own voice, so of course you won’t mind.” Harry snapped, remembering the
graveyard and how Voldemort had talked on and on about his past and what had
happened. Besides his anger could make him forget about what had happened, even
if only for one second.

Harry felt a small sting in his scar and he frowned, only at that moment
realising that his scar wasn’t hurting… “As a matter of fact I do,” Voldemort
stated and Harry carefully glanced up, seeing the Dark Lord grin at him. “And I
think you will enjoy listening to me this time, Harry.”

Harry doubted it, but something in Voldemort’s gaze told him that whatever the
other was going to say, it wasn’t good. Despite himself, he fixed his attention
upon the other.

“You see, you have been asleep for a whole week,” Voldemort said and Harry was
shocked that he had been sleeping for that long… Dobby, Hermione. They had
already been dead for one week. Harry closed his eyes and focused, not wanting
to think back on it.

Yet the image of Hermione’s neck been cut open was an image that he would
probably never forget. “In this week,” Voldemort continued on, either not
caring about the distress he was in or simply not seeing it. Harry believed it
to be the former. “I found out the truth. A truth that was even hidden from
you.”

Harry found himself growing a bit curious, as the numb feeling in him faded a
bit, and he opened his eyes, looking at the other.  Voldemort seemed pleased by
it and the Dark Lord spoke again. “You, Harry Potter, were nothing more than a
pig raised for the slaughter from the very start.”

For one second Harry’s mind shut down completely, trying to comprehend
Voldemort’s words. “Lair.” Harry muttered weakly, knowing that Voldemort or Tom
was good in manipulating others and Harry wouldn’t fall for his trap.

The Dark Lord let out an amused laugh. “I am many things, Harry, but a liar is
not one of them. I always am dreadfully honest,” Voldemort hissed with a grin,
as he got up and Harry tensed, backing away a bit, even though there was
nowhere he could go. “Think about this for the time being. You are what you are
hunting and Albus and Severus knew this.”

Harry’s mouth opened in shock; slowly he shook his head in disbelief as he
stared at Voldemort. Voldemort was saying that he was… a horcrux. That couldn’t
be… It was a lie; it had to be a terrible lie.

Harry still watched the Dark Lord, somehow hoping he would admit that he had
been lying, but Voldemort remained silent. The Dark Lord’s face a blank mask
now, but Harry could feel something like glee rush through him.

An emotion that was clearly not coming from him… An emotion that came from
Voldemort.

“No…” Harry muttered. As if with that one word he could deny this awful truth.

“The truth often hurts far worse than a lie. Therefor I do not lie,” Voldemort
said and Harry saw that lipless mouth curved upwards in a smirk. “Have a good
day, little Omega. I will see you when you enter your heat.” With those words,
Voldemort moved towards the stairs and Harry froze with the others parting
words.

His heat… no… Voldemort was an Alpha… he couldn’t possibly mean. Harry got up
and leaned as far as he could towards the bars with the chains tying him down.
“You can’t do that!” He screamed, but Voldemort ignored him as the basement
door closed with a bang.

Deep down Harry was horrified, because he knew when he did enter his heat that
he would be begging for any cock to fill him in hopes of easing the heat. 
Harry dropped down to his knees, tears slowly rolled over his cheeks and he
could feel his heart beating louder at the awful images that filled his mind.
He was going to get raped… by Voldemort and he would like it… Beg for it even…

Harry closed his eyes and placed a hand in front of his mouth as he let out a
chocked gasp. His body started trembling as he started crying, unable to stop
the tears.

He was crying for Hermione, for Dobby. For Ron, even if he had no idea what
happened to his best friend.

And above all he was crying because it couldn’t be true. Dumbledore wouldn’t
have… raised him like a pig for the slaughter. It wasn’t true…

Yet Harry knew that it was the awful truth and maybe somewhere deep down he had
always known. His eyes opened and he feared what would happen next… He feared
his next heat.
 
Harry was feeling hot and cold at the same time. He recognized the signs of his
incoming heat, dread slowly made way for intense need, and he sighed softly as
he pulled his legs up and buried his head atop of it.

His body trembled and he felt the need steadily grow. He let out a deep breath
as he tried to fight against it, but nature couldn’t be stopped…

His heat couldn’t be stopped. He was at Voldemort’s mercy now and if the Dark
Lord fucked him and maybe even bonded with him, it was over. There would be no
escaping this. A desperate sound left his mouth at those depressing thoughts.

He didn’t want this… But he knew he could do nothing to stop it. Harry shivered
as he felt the need grow. His thoughts slowly being filled images of him being
fucked and an Alpha knotting him. Breeding him.

Harry gasped as he leaned his head back, sweat forming on his body. “No…
please…” Harry gasped out as he felt helpless. He knew he couldn’t stop this
and he hated it.

His hands already seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved lower and he
opened his trousers, already feeling slick slowly lubricating his asshole and
his body pulsing with need.

Green eyes closed as he pushed his trouser down and he moved his fingers
through his crack, feeling his hips push down as he whined softly, lust started
to cloud his mind. Quickly he pushed two fingers inside easily, feeling the
slick ease the way in.

Harry gasped as his cock gave an interested twitch. Arousal shot through him
and his need grew.

He opened his legs wider and lay down on his back, moving his fingers deeper
inside, his head rolling sideways. Soft moans and gasps left his mouth as he
pushed them in deeper and deeper, slowly fucking himself. It didn’t feel like
it was enough and he moved his trouser and underwear down as far as they could
with the chains on his ankles.

This time he pushed three fingers in with a soft moan, feeling it stretch him
further. His cock was already hard and dripping pre-cum onto his stomach, but
still he didn’t feel satisfied. He needed more… He needed… Oh god, he wanted an
Alpha to fuck him. To feel a big and hard cock move inside of him.

He craved an Alpha to knot and breed him. Harry’s back arched as his fingers
brushed against his prostate. A moan tore from his mouth. Not enough, it was
still not enough… A fourth finger was added and Harry thrusted them in and out.

Faster and deeper he moved his fingers inside of him, loud moans and whines
filing the basement, unheard by the others inside the manor. His Omegas
pheromones not reaching their noses either.

Harry threw his head back as pleasure shot through him, his fingers
continuously brushing against his prostate, bringing closer to the edge.

Harry moved his other hand and wrapped it around his cock, jerking it in sync
with his other hand. He felt the strain in his hand, but he didn’t let up as he
continued thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that bundle of nerves deep
inside of him.

It didn’t take long as he came. White fluid spurted out of his slit and onto
his stomach and his hole squeezed around his fingers. His body trembling in the
aftermath of his orgasm.

Yet… his heat wasn’t letting up and he whined. His eyes firmly closed as he
pushed the four fingers in deeper slowly. His ass clenched around them again,
but it was still not enough…

It was not an Alpha’s cock inside of him and the Omega wanted more.

Lost in the haze of pleasure and his need time passed by until finally another
scent assaulted him. A desperate whine left his mouth. “Alpha!” The scent
smelled rich and dark. A powerful Alpha was standing near him.

Green clouded eyes opened, looking through the metal bars. Red eyes watched
him. “Alpha, please!!” Harry whimpered as he pushed his fingers in as far as
they could go. Despite his multiple orgasms, his need hadn’t diminished at all.

The Alpha faded away and Harry’s breath hitched as he appeared right in front
of him. Magic washed over him and his shirt, trouser, underwear and chains
disappeared, leaving him completely naked. His body was covered in sweat and
his stomach in semen.

With trembling hands and legs Harry turned around, presenting himself.
Kneeling, he placed his hands on the wall and raised his ass in the air,
inviting the Alpha to take him.

Harry’s lust filled mind could hear the Alpha laugh and he whimpered as a hand
touched his back. Lowering his head, he arched his back, letting out a
satisfied purr when he felt the Alpha lean over him. The feeling of robes
touching his back made him shiver.   

Harry canted his head sideways, giving access to his bonding spot on his neck.
“Covered in sweat and semen… yet you are still so needy, my Omega.” A hisslike
voice whispered against the sensitive spot and Harry closed his eyes, pushing
back against the taller body encasing him.

The Alpha had called him his Omega and Harry felt his desire coil through,
wanting to hear it more. “Please…” Harry whimpered.

The robes of his Alpha moved against his naked body, leaving him shivering and
in need for more. He wanted nothing more than the Alpha to fuck him.

An arm wrapped around him and Harry moaned when he felt the tip of a cock touch
the rim of his ass.

“You are truly and utterly fucked, Harry Potter.” His Alpha said and somewhere
inside his mind the voice sounded familiar and something felt wrong. But the
Omega couldn’t think anymore as his Alpha shoved inside in one swift thrust.

It was slightly bigger than his four fingers and Harry moaned loudly as the
Alpha didn’t let him adjust and started fucking him hard and fast. His hands
pushed against the wall, keeping him from hitting his head against it as his
Alpha fucked him.

A tongue, a forked tongue lapped at his neck and Harry shivered as it grazed
over his sensitive bonding spot. “Ahhh, more.” Harry moaned, as pleasure coiled
through him and the Alpha chuckled.

“As you wish, Harry.” The arm around him pulled him up and Harry’s eyes rolled
back as the cock shifted deeper inside of him and hit his prostate. Slowly and
almost gently the Alpha fucked him and Harry’s hand held onto the arms which
embraced him.

His head landed onto the other’s shoulder as the Alpha kissed his neck and
Harry felt something inside him stir. “Alpha…” Harry whispered as he reached
his hand up and placed it on the bald head, urging him to kiss his neck more.
Or maybe bite him, to create a bond.

The Alpha growled against his neck and stilled. Harry panted and whimpered as
the movement stopped. Warm breath fanned against his bonding spot. Why? Why had
the Alpha stopped? “Alpha… please.” Harry whined desperately and moved his hips
back, fucking himself and the Alpha chuckled against his neck.

A hand moved upwards and grasped his chin. “Look.” His Alpha ordered and Harry
looked straight ahead. A mirror…

A mirror showed him and the Alpha. Red slitted eyes watched in satisfaction as
green eyes took in their appearance.

Harry’s cock was hard and pre-cum was dripping from his slit onto the bed. His
face was flushed and sweaty. Dried white fluid was on his stomach and emerald
eyes shone with lust as he took in his debauched appearance. 

“Is this what you want, Harry?” Voldemort asked. Voldemort, the Alpha was
Voldemort, some part inside his mind stirred at the snake-like person who was
currently balls deep inside of him. But the Omega didn’t care who it was, as
long as he got fucked.

“I want it, fuck me. Fuck me hard and knot me.” Harry pleaded and those red
eyes flared, as Voldemort pushed him forward roughly. Harry quickly placed his
hand against the mirror as the Alpha fucked him hard, clearly losing control.

Slapping of skin against skin and loud moans echoed through the basement. Harry
didn’t look away from the mirror, captured by the sight of the Alpha fucking
him, claiming him.

“Yes! Yes, oh god.” Harry cried out in pleasure as Voldemort kept hitting his
prostate.

“Come for me, my Omega.” Voldemort whispered huskily in his ear, never breaking
eye contact. As if his body was completely under the Alpha’s control, Harry
felt his balls tightening, his cock already completely spent only spurted out a
small amount of semen, as his ass clenched around his Alpha’s cock.

Green eyes closed as Voldemort kept fucking him and Harry heard a low groan
against his neck as the Alpha bit down on his bonding spot. Harry’s cock
twitched and another orgasm was torn from him as his Alpha’s knot grew deep
inside of him.

Harry lowered himself as his arms trembled and he couldn’t hold himself up
anymore. With a few more thrust deeper inside of him, Harry felt the knot swell
even more as sperm coated his insides.

Harry’s breathing evened out slowly as he moaned at the feeling of being
stretched so wide. He trembled as he wondered if he would get pregnant as the
sperm filled him to the brim.

His Alpha was panting against his neck and green eyes slowly opened, turning
his head he looked at their reflection. Voldemort’s eyes were closed as the
Alpha held him.

The heat wasn’t over yet, but Harry’s mind wasn’t as clouded by lust anymore.
The reality of what had happened hit in way too hard… He could feel the bond
between them, stronger than it ever had been and Voldemort must have felt his
distress as those red eyes opened and met his.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Harry.” The Dark Lord whispered with
a smile, but Harry could feel the dread inside him grow.

As Voldemort shifted and the cock inside of him brushed against his prostate,
Harry whimpered. His body was too sensitive, yet slowly but surely he felt the
heat take over again. This was only the start and for the coming week he would
crave this.

Harry was aware that he was indeed fucked, but those thoughts were silenced as
the Omega opened his mouth and let out a desperate plea. “Alpha….”

Voldemort laughed and kissed his neck. “You’re completely mine now.” Voldemort
whispered darkly and Harry agreed. Voldemort was his Alpha and he was his
Omega.

The knot had disappeared and Voldemort pulled out, turning him around. Harry’s
back hit the sullied sheets on the bed and slowly cum drippled out of his hole
mixed with his slick. Green eyes closed as those red hungry eyes roamed over
his body.

“Beautiful,” The Dark Lord hissed and as the other leaned down and kissed him,
Harry kissed back with just as much desperation. “Ready for round two….”
Voldemort whispered against his lips and Harry’s back arched, green eyes
clouded and pupils dilated with lust.

A small whine left him as he replied. “Yes, Alpha.”

Harry’s hands reached up and placed them on the Dark Lord’s back, fingers
tangling in those black robes as the taller body covered his completely.   

As Voldemort’s cock breached him again, this time more easily because of cum
and slick, Harry arched his back, feeling the semen pushed in deeper. Harry’s
mouth was open in a moan and a forked tongue entered, exploring everything
inside his mouth.

The pace was slow and emerald eyes closed as he felt the cock move inside of
him. Going in and out and Harry felt how the cum was pushed deeper inside with
every inward thrust. His fingers tightened into Voldemort’s robes as he threw
his head back, breaking the kiss.

“Harder… please.” He whined and the Alpha laughed as he complied.

“You needy little whore,” Voldemort hissed and Harry moaned at the filthy
words. “You want me to fill you up? To breed you like the Omega bitch you are,
Harry?”

Harry gasped as he kept moaning ‘yes’. The filthy words only heightened his
arousal and the Omega would be pleased if he got pregnant. If Harry could think
clear, he realised that he would never want Voldemort’s children to inside of
him.

But sadly nature could not be stopped. His heats were a part of him and it was
dangerous. When the week was over, Harry would find that there was no escaping
this. A bond was for a lifetime and Voldemort had no intention of ever letting
him go.

Part of Harry didn’t even want to leave his Alpha’s side. Content with the bond
that was forcibly created. No matter what Harry did, he couldn’t silence that
part. It was with those thoughts that Harry truly realised that Voldemort had
won.

And he, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the Saviour and Undesirable Number
1, was nothing more than a slave and bitch in heat as Voldemort fucked him
relentlessly during his heats.

Miraculously Harry never got pregnant and Voldemort admitted that he didn’t
want children, because they would only get in the way and drunk potions to
prevent this from happening. Even if the thought of him swelled with pups
aroused him, the Dark Lord ignored the Alpha inside him.

Harry wished that it had been so easy to silence the Omega inside of him,
because then he would have never been in this situation. But it was the sad
truth that Omegas were ruled more by their nature and because of that Harry
would be stuck here for the rest of his life.

His immortal life, since he is bonded to Voldemort, who is immortal.
 
***** As if one of you isn’t enough *****
Chapter Summary
     It all started with Tom, the horcrux from the diary and Harry never
     for one second thought that he would end up like this. He never once
     thought that he would be spoiled and ruined like this. The best part,
     he enjoyed every second of it.
     Requested by Helenwhs and Bella, who both wanted Harry and the
     horcruxes. (sidenote: Voldemort got thrown into the mix as well, if
     any of you dislike this, let me know and I will write another purely
     HarryXHorcruxes)
Chapter Notes
     Another one finished, yay. This one isn’t so dark. But… smut filled
     instead. Like seriously, I believe half of this oneshot is pure smut.
     Requested by Helenwhs and Bella, who both wanted Harry and the
     horcruxes. (sidenote: Voldemort got thrown into the mix as well, if
     any of you dislike this, let me know and I will write another purely
     HarryXHorcruxes)
     Names of the horcruxes:
     Diary - Tom
     Ring - Gaunt
     Locket - Riddle
     Cup - Marvolo
     Diadem - Corvinus
     Nagini - Slytherin
     Main soul – Voldemort(snake like)
      
      
     Warnings: Edging, ruined orgasm, slight bondage, gangbang, double
     penetration. Implied underage
**** As if one of you isn’t enough: ****
Harry couldn’t exactly recall how this came to be… Maybe it just happened the
moment he destroyed the diary…

From that point onward everything somehow went downhill. The diary was not just
a memory; no it had been part of Tom Riddle’s, aka Voldemort’s, soul. After the
destruction of said diary the lost soul latched onto him, because it apparently
felt safe and familiar.

It was at that point that Tom let him know that there was another part of
Voldemort’s soul inside him. It had disgusted him to know it, but since that
moment he guessed he started to trust Tom more and more.

Tom was dreadfully honest with him and they were quite literally stuck with
each other. It wasn’t as if Harry could do anything to him, considering the
soul part of the diary was inside him. He didn’t dare to end his own life just
to get rid of Tom. Maybe he would have done well in Slytherin considering this
thought. Self-preservation till the end.

Tom had approved of his decisions and Harry couldn’t quite blame him, knowing
that the other had no wish to die either. After that Tom told him that there
were most likely other horcruxes scattered around, because he had been planning
on creating at least 7 horcruxes.

Harry had been beyond shocked and repulsed at the idea of splitting your own
soul that many times. Yet it wasn’t as if he could do anything about it.

It was during the summer before his fourth year that Tom decided to teach him a
ritual so that he could get a body. Harry had been a bit apprehensive of using
dark magic like this, because he knew for certain it was borderline dark. Yet
Tom promised him that nothing could go wrong, because he had faith in him. Tom
praised him, saying that he was a strong wizard and could do this and besides
not all dark magic was bad. In the end Harry would be finally freed of him and
with that thought in mind Harry did the ritual.

Somehow Harry trusted Tom more than anyone else. Maybe because of the two years
he spent together with the 16-year old Dark Lord and they had gotten to know
each other quite well. After the ritual was finished Tom took Harry with him
and left, disappearing from the Wizarding World.

They found Voldemort, who was nothing more than an ugly looking baby and Harry
actually pitied the Dark Lord… They gave him back a better body as well, but
Tom continued onward, even without Voldemort’s knowledge.

Harry could remember the Dark Lord’s anger when he found out about it. Tom had
found all the other horcruxes and resurrected them as well, giving them bodies
of their own. The only horcrux that was left untouched was the one inside
Harry.

Yet when Tom reasoned that with 6 of them they could easily conquer Britain and
even the world, Voldemort’s anger had finally abated, yet the Dark Lord was
displeased for weeks. Screaming at them all that the horcruxes were his anchor.

Tom however stated that living in a dead object had not been nice, to say the
least and therefore he didn’t want any of the other soul pieces to keep
suffering. Besides even if Voldemort managed to get himself killed another
time, Tom stated that he quite possibly could possess one of them, instead of
living like a wraith.

Begrudgingly the Dark Lord had accepted it, but Harry suspected the only reason
he did, was because it was a piece of his own soul talking back to him like
that.

And maybe all that was why Harry had ended up in this situation… Because of his
own failures to get rid of the soul piece from the diary.

Harry was 18 now; legally an adult in the wizarding and muggle world and
Britain had completely fallen under Voldemort’s rule  nearly 2 years ago. Albus
Dumbledore was murdered by Voldemort himself in a duel that was just unfair,
because it had been the headmaster vs 7 Voldemorts.

Those who had seen the fight had been utterly in shock and after that no one
dared to go against either Voldemort or one of the others.

“Why are you so lost in thought?” A kind voice asked him and Harry opened his
eyes, looking up at who he knew was Tom from the diary.

“How fucked I am…” Harry replied, making the other chuckle.

“You can’t say you don’t enjoy it, Harry.” Tom whispered as he leaned down and
kissed Harry’s neck, making the black-hair shiver at the lips and tongue that
caresses over his neck. Automatically he gave more access, making the other
groan approvingly.

“Because you made my body enjoy it all…” Harry muttered hating how his body
reacted as Tom’s hand moved over his side, raising goose-bumps.

“I never heard you complain either way.” Tom hissed as he pushed his lips
against Harry’s in a gentle kiss that the other returned. Green eyes closed as
Harry moved one of his own hands and tangled it into that brown hair, messing
it up in the process.

They pulled back for breath and Harry opened his eyes, seeing Tom staring down
at him with a rather hungry look. A hand grabbed his chin gently, as Tom placed
a small kiss on his forehead. “How about we enjoy ourselves this evening? It
has been some time since all of us had fun together.”

The mere thought of having all the horcruxes close to him and touching him
already aroused him and his cock twitched. “Voldemort?” Harry questioned,
making Tom laugh as those brown eyes looked into green.

“He can join too. He is after all one of us, isn’t he…?” Tom said with a smirk,
already seeing those emerald eyes clouding over in lust at the mere thought.

“You ruined me…” Harry grumbled as he turned around, feeling the other laugh
and then two strong arms pulled him back against Tom’s clothed chest.

“We indeed ruined you,” Tom hissed softly as he bit Harry’s earlobe, making the
younger wizard squirm at the pleasure that cursed through him. “But you liked
it far too much to care. You simply love having our attention solely upon you.”

Harry felt one of Tom’s hand trail down over his stomach towards his underwear
and he pushed his hips forward as Tom’s hand grabbed his cock through it,
hating that Tom was right. He liked it far too much. “Maybe I shouldn’t touch
you now… otherwise you will be completely spent before this evening.” Tom
whispered, making Harry whine softly.

Tom merely laughed and turned him around, so he was lying on his back. Harry
stared up at him as the other moved his hands up and two magical ropes
appeared, tying his hands to the headboard of the spacious bed.

Green eyes widened and Tom smirked as he placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Behave, little one. See you tonight.” Tom said, as he just got up and left the
room.

Harry called after him, but the diary horcrux ignored him. He tried to get free
of the bindings, but he could feel that the ropes even blocked his magic and he
let out a frustrated groin, especially considering his prick was still half-
hard.

Harry had no idea how much time had passed as the door opened once more and he
saw the horcrux from the Locket enter the room. His brown hair was longer than
Tom’s(diary) and he always wore Slytherin’s locket.

The locket horcrux, who had named himself Riddle, walked up to him with a tray
of food and it was then that Harry realised how hungry he was. “Oh, Tom has
been cruel I see, tying you up already.”

Harry merely glared at him as Riddle sat down next to him and chuckled at his
expression. The tray was placed next to Harry’s head and he noticed some
sandwiches on it, but he also noticed the treacle tart and he carefully looked
back up. They all knew it was his favourite.

Riddle grinned at him, most likely having seen his expression. Harry glared as
Riddle held one sandwich in front of his mouth. “Tom told us about his plans
for tonight, we all agreed. It has been far too long since we were all together
and had some fun.”

Harry opened his mouth and Riddle pushed the sandwich in between his lips,
forcing him to take a small bite of it. He chewed and swallowed it down, his
eyes never leaving Riddle’s.

“Are they all coming…?” Harry asked him, knowing that most of the others were
elsewhere, though he wasn’t privy to that kind of information. Harry knew
however that Slytherin, the soul piece that had been inside Nagini, was now in
America and leading the wizarding community there.

Sometimes… Harry wondered what would have happened had Tom chosen to extract
the horcrux inside him first instead of Nagini’s. Voldemort’s pet snake had
died after the horcrux had been freed and it could have been his fate, but
after that there was an unspoken rule that the horcrux inside him would simply
remain there.

Harry blinked his eyes as he felt Riddle’s knuckles move over his cheek. He saw
those dark eyes staring at him, in slight worry. “What were you thinking about?
Your expression was so dark all of a sudden.”

“The soul piece that was inside Nagini.” Harry replied, knowing that even if he
didn’t say the truth Riddle would find out anyway.

“Hm. Voldemort had been quite furious at Tom for that incident,” Riddle
muttered and then moved the sandwich closer again. Harry scowled, yet he took a
small bite as it was offered. “I think we are quite glad that it wasn’t you.”
Harry wanted nothing more than to erase the smirk on Riddle’s face, especially
as those words made something inside him flutter pleasantly.

Riddle continued to feed him in silence and afterwards even started giving him
the treacle tart and some orange juice. As lunch was finished Riddle vanishes
the tray and swiftly moved onto the bed, straddling his waist.

Harry automatically pulled at the bindings, making Riddle grin at him. As the
young Dark Lord leaned down Harry bit his bottom lip. “Can’t you wait till
tonight?” Harry asked him, feeling his heart beating inside his chest.

Riddle hummed softly. “I could…” He muttered softly.

Harry knew that if he was going to deal with all of them this evening he would
really need all the energy he had, just like Tom had said. Last time his body
had felt so tired and wrung out, he even had blacked out to their amusement.
“But where is the fun in that…?” Riddle whispered as he leaned down and kissed
him.

A hand tangled into his unruly hair and Harry kissed back just as eagerly, as
he strained his arms, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through that
sleek brown hair. Riddle pulled back the tiniest bit and Harry chased after
him, but a hand on his chest stopped him. Green eyes bored into brown with red
bleeding around the irises.

A mischief grin appeared on Riddle’s face and Harry didn’t like it one bit and
he was right…

Riddle played with his body, knowing his weak spots, making him cry out and
moan, yet Harry wasn’t allowed to orgasm.

The pleasure cursed through his body, making him arch, writhe and moan, yet
Riddle was unrelenting and Harry groaned in pure frustration. “Please… please
let me come.” He begged as he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You sure about that…” Riddle asked him softly. His voice carrying a tone that
Harry couldn’t quite place, yet the grin on the young Dark Lord’s face made him
hesitate.

The hand around his cock, slowly, teasingly move up and down and he thrusted
his hips upwards, wanting it to go faster, bringing him to that sweet orgasm
that was still been denied.

“Yes… please.” Harry pleaded as he closed his eyes, feeling how his back seemed
to stick to the sheets because of his sweat and he vaguely wondered how long
Riddle had tortured him like this.

Riddle chuckled and obliged. The hand moving faster and with swift sure strokes
Harry felt his orgasm building up again. If Riddle would stop or deny him this
now, he would kill him!

Harry moaned, his eyes clenching shut, as his hips had a mind of his own,
thrusting into the hand that pumped him. His hands tightened around the ropes,
his toes curling in pleasure. So close, he could feel it and his moaning
increased.

His body became rigid, as he was finally pushed over the edge. Sperm spurting
out of his cock, yet at the same time, Riddle’s hand pulled away from it. Harry
cried out as his orgasm went through him, yet felt completely unsatisfying as
there was no friction on his aching member anymore.

Uselessly he writhed his hips, feeling his cock twitch and spend it last load.
Harry opened his eyes and glared at Riddle, who looked rather smug and those
brown-red eyes were dilated in pure lust. “I’ll… fucking kill you!” Harry
groaned at him, as his body came down from his ruined orgasm.

His heartbeat slowed down again and his breathing became a bit more regular.
His cock still hard and he felt frustrated.

“Now that isn’t nice, Harry.” Riddle commented with a grin, running his hand
over Harry’s inner thigh, making him quiver.
 
“You aren’t nice either.” Harry returned with a soft gasp, as he tried to close
his legs, but was unable to. This only made Riddle laugh amusedly.

“I never said I was.” Riddle whispered as he leaned down and placed a small
kiss on his forehead. Harry just ignored him as the locket horcrux left.

He knew without a doubt that this evening would prove to be… too much.
                                     -XXX-
Somehow after Riddle’s visit Harry had fallen back asleep and when he woke up
he felt nails scrapping over his chest, making him groan at the slight pain. A
cold chuckled sounded to his right and he opened his eyes, seeing Voldemort
sitting there, a pleased smile on his face.

“Hello, my sweet Harry.” Voldemort said and Harry then focused upon the rest of
the room, seeing the other horcruxes standing there, staring at him with the
same hungry expression.

Harry gulped and forced his gaze back to Voldemort, seeing those red slitted
eyes gleaming as well. He doubted he would get much sleep this night and he
attempted to lessen the strain he now felt in his arms.

Voldemort seeing that, waved his hand and the ropes disappeared. Harry wondered
briefly how he had been able to fall asleep like this and reasoned he must have
been too tired after all or his food had been drugged, which wouldn’t have been
surprising either.

“I think Tom and Riddle are going to go last.” Voldemort stated as he shuffled
closer, grabbing Harry’s wrists and moving his fingers over the rope burns,
easing them away with his magic.

Harry snorted, as he glared up at both the diary and the locket horcrux. It
served them right after what they had done to him. Tom seemed to be a bit
displeased, but Riddle just looked smug.  Tom didn’t exactly deserve this
punishment, Harry reasoned, because the diary horcrux had only tied him up.
Harry, however smirked at him and remained silent, earning a small grin from
Tom in return.

 Voldemort chuckled softly, bringing his attention back to the Dark Lord as he
felt how Voldemort manoeuvred him.

He sat in between Voldemort’s long legs as his back rested against the other’s
hard chest. Kisses were placed on his neck and Harry closed his eyes with a
soft gasp, as he craned his neck.

As if this was their cue, the others moved closer. A hand moved over his naked
chest and Harry opened his eyes, seeing red slitted eyes look back at him. Long
black hair was tied back and Harry knew this was Slytherin, the soul piece that
had been in Nagini.

“Hold his hands.” Slytherin ordered and Harry felt how Voldemort grabbed his
wrists, firmly yet gently.

Slytherin moved his hands down, inching closer to his nether area and then
towards his hips, moving towards his inner thighs as the horcrux forced his
legs further apart. Those red eyes never looking away from his and Harry could
feel his heart starting to beat louder. The promise of pleasure beyond his
limits was enough to awake the desire in him. The 7 of them would surely enjoy
themselves as well and Harry would definitely be unable to walk the next day.

Voldemort’s mouth at his neck curved upwards in a grin. “You’re going to tease
him, aren’t you?” The Dark Lord asked his horcrux.

“I would not dare.” Slytherin said with a soft chuckle and a smirk that said
otherwise.

“I swear if you…-” Harry couldn’t finish his sentence as a hand grabbed his
chin and he was kissed roughly. He let out a moan into the kiss as a hand
wrapped around his soft member at the same time.

“Don’t speak. We only want to hear you moan and cry out.” Gaunt said. Harry
glared at him, opening his mouth, but the Ring horcrux conjured a tiny ball gag
and it was quickly placed in between his lips, the clasp closing at the back of
his head.

His glare intensified, but his eyes quickly closed as a hand rubbed over the
tip of his cock, making him moan around the object. Slytherin was way too good
with his hands… Well… all of them were.

A soft chuckle sounded to his right and Harry opened his eyes again, seeing
Gaunt smirking at him. The ring horcrux leaned down and placed small open-
mouthed kisses on his chest, eventually going towards his nipple and sucking on
it.

Harry’s head fell back on Voldemort’s bony shoulder with a moan as Gaunt bit
down lightly on his nipple, while Slytherin was still slowly teasing his cock,
slowly bringing it to full hardness with teasingly strokes.

Voldemort bit down on his shoulder, making him cry out, which sounded muffled
even in his own ears. Harry could hear several of them chuckle, as another
mouth latched onto his free nipple. Forcing his eyes open and glancing down.
Harry at first had no idea which horcrux it was, until the other glanced up.

Corvinus, the cup horcrux, smirked briefly at him, before reaching up and
kissing his neck. “Enjoying yourself, little one?” Corvinus asked him.
Corvinus’s hair was slightly longer than the first horcruxes that Voldemort had
created, but those eyes were a dead give-away. The cup horcrux’s eyes were red
swirling with brown in it. 

Harry groaned around the gag; as he felt Corvinus kissed, sucked and nipped at
his skin, slowly lower until his mouth also latched on his nipple. Harry weakly
thrusted his hips upwards, wanting Slytherin’s hand to go faster.

Slytherin merely chuckled and slowed his pace even more. Harry glared at him,
as he started thrusting upwards, but both Gaunt and placed their hands on his
hips, keeping him down.

A muffled groan could be heard as Harry felt his frustration grow. After having
Riddle tease him and give him that ruined orgasm, he had been craving this and
even now they were being bastards. Voldemort laughed softly against his neck.

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” The Dark Lord asked with a small nip on his
neck. Harry bit down on the gag, as he let out a deep breath through his nose.
“I assure you that we are enjoying every secondof this.” Voldemort hissed in
his ear and the warmth breath fanned against it, until those lips sucked on his
earlobe.

Harry could feel Gaunt chuckling against his chest. “Prepare him.” Voldemort
said as he moved, so that he could open Harry’s legs wider and canted his hips
upwards a bit, placing a pillow underneath him.

Harry let his head fall back on the Dark Lord’s shoulder as he felt a finger
tease around the outer ring and then feeling it move up and down through his
crack, teasingly slow.

“You have had your fun, move.” One of them said and Harry opened his eyes,
glancing at the one who had spoken. He saw that it was the horcrux from the
Diadem, Marvolo.

Marvolo kneeled next to him and Voldemort on the bed and tangled his hands into
Harry’s hair, bringing their lips close to each other, yet not touching. Hell,
Harry doubted he could kiss with that gag, so he had no idea what the horcrux
wanted.

The finger stopped moving and Harry felt how it was pushed in slowly, making
him shift a little. Marvolo grinned and leaned further forward, placing a small
kiss on his bottom lip and then a tongue trailed over it.

Harry’s breath hitched slightly, as Marvolo didn’t seem to mind the gag at all.
Of course he wouldn’t… “You look so exquisite.” Marvolo hissed softly and Harry
could hear the desire in the horcrux’s voice.

The finger kept moving in and out, slowly going deeper and Slytherin added a
second one. Harry closed his eyes, not seeing Marvolo glance at the Dark Lord,
but he did feel how Marvolo grabbed his hand and Voldemort let go of it.

“Come.” Voldemort ordered and Harry felt the bed dip, knowing that the other
horcruxes had also moved onto the bed. Hands moved over his stomach and chest
and mouths sucked and nipped on all the skin they could reach.

Harry moaned, his body going taut with all the pleasure running through him.
His cock twitched and a hand pulled at his balls, tearing a loud moan from his
mouth.

“Surrender yourself to us, Harry.” Voldemort hissed and then he felt a kiss
being placed on his temple. It was almost sweet, if it wasn’t so dark…

He had already surrendered to them years ago and they knew it. At first he may
have been nothing but a play thing to them, but he knew it was different now.
They all desired and wanted him, just like he desired them in return.

Harry breathed out through his nose and closed his eyes. “Touch me…” Marvolo
ordered and Harry felt how his hand was guided and wrapped around the horcrux’s
shaft.

Harry started to slowly stroke him, as Marvolo placed opened-mouthed kisses on
his neck. A third finger was pushed inside of him and Harry felt how they went
deeper.

Voldemort freed his other hand and he wasn’t surprised when another horcrux
grabbed onto it. Green eyes focused open the other as his fingers wrapped
around the hard shaft. Tom… The diary, so Voldemort had given them permission
as well.

Magic washed over him and Harry felt the ball gag disappear from his mouth,
making him pant heavily. Voldemort’s hand tangled into his hair and forced him
to turn his head; before Harry could even make any noise Voldemort was kissing
him deeply and passionately.

Yet… wasn’t it Dumbledore who had said that the Dark Lord didn’t know how to
love? Voldemort’s soul was obsessed with him, yes, but love… Harry doubted
Voldemort or any of the others would ever love him.

Green eyes closed as he let Slytherin finger him, Voldemort kiss him and he
stroked Marvolo’s and Tom’s cock. It was okay like this… in their own way they
surely did love him, Harry was certain about that.

Harry moaned into the kiss, as Slytherin’s fingers pushed against his prostate.
All of a sudden fingers wrapped around his member and Harry broke the kiss,
seeing how Riddle leaned down and sucked on the tip.

Harry’s head fall back on Voldemort’s shoulder with a low moan, as the horcrux
sucked him. With the fingers teasing his prostate and that mouth sucking him,
Harry knew he would last long. He wanted to bury his hands into Riddle’s hair,
pushing him deeper, letting him deep-throat him.

But he kept his hands on Tom’s and Marvolo’s erections, knowing that they
wouldn’t like it if he stopped now. But he was getting so close as well and
Slytherin seemed to notice it as he pulled his fingers out. “Stop, Riddle.”

Riddle removed his mouth from his cock and Harry let out a whine. Slytherin
laughed and Harry’s eyes closed as he felt the horcrux move his legs further
apart and two hands grabbed onto his hips as an erection moved through his
crack.

“You ready, love?” Slytherin hissed in his ear and Harry nodded, preparing
himself as he felt the cock being pushed inside of him. His back arched and he
moaned as Slytherin’s member brushed against his prostate.

He removed his hands from Tom’s and Marvolo’s shafts and instead held onto
Slytherin’s shoulder as the other started to fuck him. It was slow at first,
but Slytherin quickly sped up.

Having his prostate abused like this and a hand wrapping around his erection,
Harry couldn’t stop himself from reaching his first orgasm. His nails surely
cut into Slytherin’s shoulders as he cried out, his semen spurting on his
stomach and the hand pumping him.

The hand around his spent member was pulled away and Harry heard Slytherin
groan against his neck as the other came deep inside of him. Green eyes blinked
open as he tried to calm down his heart and his breathing.

Harry knew that this was only the beginning. A kiss was placed on his sweaty
neck and he shivered as a forked tongue lapped at his skin. Voldemort chuckled
lowly. “You’re such a good boy, Harry.” The Dark Lord praised him.

Harry snorted, but a soft smile also appeared on his face as he looked up at
Slytherin. Those red intense eyes stared back at him and the other smirked as
he slowly pulled out.

“My turn.” Another one of them said and Harry glanced up, seeing that it was
Gaunt. The ring horcrux moved in between his legs and as he pushed the tip
against Harry’s hole, Harry wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, earning
a small hiss from the horcrux.

Desire flashed into those brown eyes as they turned redder and Harry pulled him
closer, feeling the cock enter him easily. Gaunt let out a groan and Harry
wasn’t surprised when the horcrux grabbed his hair and pulled him into a needy
kiss.

If Harry learned anything, he learned that the younger versions of Voldemort
were far easier to control, because they were the ones who were more obsessed
with him.

Voldemort chuckled against his neck, as if he could read his mind and maybe he
could. But as Gaunt’s pace became more brutal, Harry could only moan into the
kiss, already feeling his cock stirring back to life.

His hands latched onto Gaunt’s back, his nails scrapping over the exposed skin,
making the horcrux groan. Gaunt’s hands tightened onto his hips and Harry felt
Voldemort’s tongue lick at his neck once more.

“Move it,” Harry heard another horcrux snap and he let out a soft whimper as
Gaunt stopped moving. “We can share him, you know.” Riddle muttered, staring at
them all. Harry looked up at the Locket horcrux, who was palming his own cock,
clearly impatient.

Harry noticed that Tom was also sitting close by and clearly eagerly awaiting
his turn. “Riddle.” Voldemort’s voice was cold as he addressed the horcrux.
“You already had some fun earlier this day. You can wait.” The locket horcrux
didn’t look pleased at all, but said nothing.

“Though Riddle is right,” Slytherin stated with a grin. “Harry’s mouth is
strangely empty.”

Harry felt a shiver run over his spine at the mere thought of having a cock up
in his ass and his mouth. Voldemort felt it and laughed. “Of course, how could
we forget that precious mouth of yours?” The Dark Lord whispered and Harry felt
bony fingers move over his lips.

Gaunt smirked and moved backwards, pulling his cock out of Harry completely.
Voldemort manoeuvred Harry, so that he was now kneeling with Gaunt’s cock in
front of his face. A glance upwards showed him that the ring horcrux couldn’t
wait to bury his cock inside Harry’s mouth.

Harry leaned in closer and wrapped his lips around the shaft, seeing Gaunt’s
eyes close in the process. He wasn’t surprised when he felt a body settle
behind him and he could feel a cock slowly push inside of him.

A body leaned over him and Harry closed his eyes with a soft moan as the other
horcrux started to thrust inside of him.

Arms wrapped possessively around him and Harry could only moan as he was fucked
from both sides. Fingers tangled into his hair and he relaxed as Gaunt fucked
his mouth. A hand on his chest slowly moved down towards his cock.

Harry moaned around Gaunt’s shaft and the vibrations made the ring horcrux
groan. A slightly salty taste entered his mouth and Harry realised it was pre-
cum. Gaunt was getting close and Harry sucked harder as he brought one hand up
and teased the other’s balls.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up as he saw Gaunt throwing his head back with
a small groan. His lips curved around the cock in his mouth as he pulled at the
balls in his hand. Gaunt’s head shot down, eyes staring down with pure desire
and a gasp left his mouth. The taste of sperm filled Harry’s mouth as the
horcrux came inside of it.

He couldn’t swallow it all and some of it dripped out of his mouth and onto his
chin as Gaunt removed his cock from his mouth. Harry felt the other horcrux
breathe heavily against his neck as he still fucked him. The hand around his
member kept moving as well; bring Harry slowly closer to his second orgasm.

Harry gasped as the horcrux bit his neck and he could feel the cock inside him
throb as more semen filled him. The horcrux chuckled against his neck. “You’re
so perfect, Harry. I am glad I found you.” Harry knew right away that it was
Tom and he smiled a bit at those words.

 As the diary horcrux pulled out of him as well Harry looked up. He saw
Voldemort eyeing him hungrily and the others were clearly eager to get their
turns as well. Voldemort lay down next to him. “Come here.” He ordered him and
Harry willingly crawled towards him, straddling Voldemort’s naked body.

Long fingers teased over his back and then slowly guided him down. Harry stared
deep into those red slitted eyes as he carefully moved down, but because of all
the semen inside of him, Voldemort’s cock easily moved in.

His mouth opened in a soft gasp as Voldemort’s cock buried to the hilt. Nails
scraped over his back as Voldemort moved his hands towards his hips. “Can you
take two?” Voldemort asked him softly, desire in his voice and eyes.

Harry froze at the question. Because never before had he taken two… they had
talked about it and Harry knew how much they liked the idea. But he had a
feeling it would tear him apart if he had two cocks inside his ass.

Voldemort moved his thumbs over his hips, as if trying to comfort him and Harry
slowly relaxed, feeling how deep the Dark Lord was inside of him. “I can try.”
Harry whispered and he could hear several short gasps. He even saw Voldemort’s
eyes dilate further; not even knowing this was possible at all.

“Marvolo, Corvinus.” Voldemort called out to the Cup and the diadem horcrux and
they shifted closer to them. Harry relaxed his body as he watched the two. The
two glanced at each other and as if unspoken agreement Marvolo moved towards
Harry’s back, placing himself between Voldemort’s legs.

Corvinus stopped next to Harry and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry let his
hands remain on Voldemort’s skinny chest as he felt Marvolo kiss his neck,
making him shiver and moan lowly in the kiss.

For one second Harry stiffened as he felt a finger enter alongside Voldemort’s
member, but all of them seemed to have felt it. A hand wrapped around his cock
and Harry closed his eyes as Marvolo nipped at his neck and Corvinus deepened
the kiss.

All of them tried to distract him from the feeling inside his ass. Slowly but
surely the finger moved inside, easing the way in. Considering all that cum
inside him this was relatively easy, but Harry still winced slightly when a
second finger was pushed him.

He never felt this stretched before and he was right that it felt like he was
torn open. “Relax.” Marvolo whispered.

Harry breathed out deeply as he pulled away from the kiss. “Give him some
time.” Voldemort whispered. Harry appreciated it, especially because he could
feel Voldemort’s urge to just fuck him.

“He is so tight…” Marvolo hissed out and Harry snorted.

“What do you fucking expect!?” Harry gasped out, making the others chuckle.
Voldemort also sat up slowly and Harry felt that the movement caused
Voldemort’s tip to brush against his prostate, making him squirm and gasp.

A hand grabbed his chin gently and Voldemort leaned in to kiss him this time.
“You’re perfect. Tom is right about that.”  The Dark Lord whispered against his
lips. A warm feeling spread through him and Harry could only smile, feeling
happy about how it all had turned out.

For him, it didn’t matter what happened outside of this mansion. It didn’t
matter that he had not seen his friends for years, because they would have
betrayed him, just like Dumbledore had. The headmaster had known about the
horcrux inside of him. That was the reason that Dumbledore never interfered
with his life or tried to protect him better.

Because the headmaster had been planning his demise since the very start. His
first and second year had been full of danger and Harry could have easily died
back then.

Harry brought his hands up and cupped Voldemort’s face. “There is no place I
rather be than right here.” He breathed out as he kissed the Dark Lord, feeling
a surge of happiness go through him that was definitely not his.

Voldemort’s hands gripped his hips tighter and pushed his own hips upwards,
fucking him deeper and Harry moaned as Marvolo’s fingers also moved in deeper
with the thrust.

Voldemort lay back down and pulled Harry down with him, still kissing. Harry
let his hands roam towards the back of the bald head as the kiss intensified.
Harry only stiffened for one second when Marvolo added a third finger and he
could feel Voldemort groan lowly into the kiss.

The Dark Lord pulled at his hair, breaking the kiss. “I think he is well
prepared, Marvolo.” The Dark Lord hissed and Harry closed his eyes as he braced
himself.

The fingers were pulled out, making him feel strangle empty. His ass clenched
and unclenched around Voldemort’s member and Harry tensed when he felt a second
cock being pushed at his hole. “Relax.” Corvinus next to him whispered and the
diadem horcrux pulled him into a kiss, slow and gentle.

Effectively making him relax as Marvolo slowly pushed inwards. “Fuck…” Harry
groaned as Marvolo thrusted inside him in one swift motion. He trembled as he
felt the two cocks inside of him.

He dropped himself completely onto Voldemort’s body again, shuddering at the
intense feelings going through him. It felt good, despite the slight pain he
felt. Voldemort made him look up and slowly kissed him, licking his bottom lip
and Harry eagerly opened his mouth for the forked tongue.

Shivers of pleasure ran through him as Marvolo slowly started to move and even
Voldemort beneath him groaned into the kiss as Marvolo’s cock brushed against
his.

Marvolo gasped and Harry felt the other lean atop of him. “I can’t believe how
tight you are.” The Diadem horcrux hissed against his neck, as he slowly fucked
him. Harry closed his eyes as he shivered, his cock now fully hard despite the
pain he felt moments before.

Voldemort’s tongue brushed against his and it made something inside his stomach
tighten when he felt the forked tongue curl around his. Harry moaned as
Voldemort also pushed his hips upwards and the cock inside him moved alongside
Marvolo’s.     

He could do nothing as pleasure cursed through his body and his cock started to
slowly drip pre-cum onto Voldemort’s lean stomach. As Harry felt the need to
breath, he pulled away from Voldemort’s devouring kiss.

His mouth free, he moaned as Marvolo increased his pace quite suddenly.
Voldemort’s grip at his hips tightened and Harry was sure that the nails would
leave imprints, but he didn’t care.

It felt so good, too good even. Harry felt Marvolo bit down on his shoulder and
the other stilled deep inside. Harry breathed heavily as the slight pain and
pleasure mixed together.

Lips kissed the bruised skin where Marvolo had bitten down and Harry shivered
as Marvolo pulled away. Voldemort chuckled softly against his temple as he lay
completely boneless on the Dark Lord’s body.

Bony hands moved from his hips, over his back, trailing up and down, leaving
him shivering and squirming. “We are not done yet, you know,” Voldemort hissed
and Harry gasped as the forked tongue lapped at his earlobe. “As a matter of
fact, I say we just got started.”

The words held a promise and Harry pushed himself up slightly, staring down at
the Dark Lord, before glancing up at the others in the room. It seemed like
Slytherin, Tom and Gaunt had already recovered and Harry, ashamed of himself,
let out a soft whine seeing their erections.

Corvinus laughed at him and Harry glared at the cup horcrux. Corvinus however
ignored his glare and placed his hands on the back of Harry’s head. The horcrux
inched closer till their lips almost touched. “I want those sweet pretty lips
around my cock.” Corvinus hissed at him and Harry’s eyes widened briefly. 

His mouth parted in a small gasp and the horcrux took advantage of it as a
tongue slipped inside and it felt like Corvinus was trying to devour him. Maybe
they all tried to do that. Harry moved his tongue against the other, groaning
in the open-mouthed kiss.

Only to have Corvinus pull back and push him down gently, until he was faced
with the other’s erection. He opened his mouth and the horcrux shoved his cock
inside, making Harry gag for one second.

Voldemort’s hand started to rub over his back again and Harry felt someone
approach him from behind. A small kiss was being placed on his lower back and
Harry shivered, moaning around the shaft in his mouth as a tongue trailed
upwards, leaving a small wet trail in its wake. Harry could also feel something
cold and heavy follow behind the other’s tongue. The Locket?

“Forgive me?” Riddle asked sweetly in his ear. Harry couldn’t reply as Corvinus
was still fucking his mouth, but he gave a small nod, hoping the other would
understand it. All of them could be bastards at times, but in a way Harry could
never remain angry for long, besides in a way he had quite enjoyed Riddle’s
treatment.

Riddle chuckled and then whispered huskily near his ear. “I have been waiting
for this.” Harry let out a low moan, which made Corvinus groan. Another cock
pushed against Voldemort’s and Harry felt it slowly being shoved inwards.

“Oh, you are so full.” Riddle hissed out and Harry could hear and feel
Voldemort laugh beneath him.

Voldemort’s hands moved down and spread his cheeks wider, earning a pleased
groan from the Locket horcrux. Harry’s eyes closed as he felt Riddle thrust in
deeper. Wet squishing sound echoed through the room, together with pleasure
filled groans and muffled moans.

Riddle’s hands grasped tightly at his hips as he fucked him and the two cocks
moved in and out of him at a rather quick pace. Harry felt his own cock throb
and he moaned as he wrapped his hand around it. But just as he started to
stroke himself, Voldemort’s hand pushed his away and he felt the cold fingers
wrap around it instead. Harry’s whole body shivered as his mouth and ass were
fucked and the hand that slowly, almost teasingly stroked him.

It was too good, too much and Harry writhed, feeling his orgasm hit him hard,
as his sperm coated Voldemort’s stomach and hand.

Harry gagged on Corvinus’s cock and the horcrux taking pity on him pulled out,
only to cum on his face. He forced his eyes closed as he felt the white fluid
hit his face. Corvinus’s hand on his hair pulled him up and a tongue licked
over his face, making Harry gasp softly.

Corvinus laughed softly as the hands on his hair let go and Harry slumped down,
feeling Riddle groan against his neck. Harry’s eyes fluttered close as he heard
Voldemort chuckle softly. A small kiss being placed on his sweaty forehead.
Harry’s eyes opened as he felt Voldemort going rigid beneath him. Red slitted
eyes closed and that lipless mouth opened in a silent moan as Harry felt even
more semen being released inside of him.

Riddle only thrusted a few times more before also coming and Harry sighed, as
he felt content in between Voldemort’s and Riddle’s bodies. The locket horcrux
peppered his neck with kisses and then slowly pulled out with a small pop
noise.

Harry shifted as he felt small trickles of cum following behind him, slowly
dripping down onto Voldemort’s cock and balls. Harry heard the Dark Lord laugh
as he was suddenly on his back with Voldemort’s cock still deep inside of him.

Green tired eyes blinked open to meet those fiery red ones and Voldemort
grinned down at him. A bony hand moved up and Voldemort cupped his face, as the
thumb slowly moved over his cheek, where Corvinus’s cum was slowly drying.

“Do not think we have finished, Harry.” Voldemort hissed softly and Harry knew
they were hardly getting started. A glance sideward showed all the other
horcruxes, clearly eager to go on.

Harry let out a laugh as he shook his head. “As if one of you isn’t enough…”

Harry saw Tom grin as the diary horcrux moved closer and leaned down to kiss
him briefly. “One was never enough to satisfy you.”

Harry closed his eyes with a resigned sigh. “You ruined me.” Because he knew
that Tom was right. One would never be enough anymore… All of them chuckled and
Harry’s lips curved upwards at the sound.
***** There is no going back *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry never thought he get thrown back into the past, to a time in
     which Tom Riddle still attends Hogwarts. He never thought that Tom
     Riddle would take an interest in him either. And according to Tom, he
     belonged to the young Dark Lord. Such a pity Harry always had a weak
     spot for the handsome teen.
     Jealous!Tom requested by Lilyth369.
Chapter Notes
     I forget I had this one finished as well lol…Only needed to proofread
     it, so there we go, two updates on one day yay.
     And this means no dark story yet(this one isn’t so bad I think, just
     Tom being evil like always). That darker story will probably be
     updated next week.
     This one is for Lilyth369 who requested Jealous!Tom.
     My inspiration for this one came from this song:
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eG57r2mjkzg
      
     Warnings: Time travel, Underage, Jealous!Tom, slightly
     manipulative!Tom, Dark!Tom, possessive Tom, Harry has fallen in love
     and is slightly blinded, first time.
**** There is no going back: ****
“Once you’re mine, there is no going back. I told you that!” Tom snarled and
Harry scowled at him. “And I say you can’t just go with Orion or Abraxas to
Hogsmeade!”

“And pray tell me why not, Tom?” Harry snapped back, glaring at the brown-
haired wizard. At this moment uncaring that this would be the future Dark Lord.
Because right now, Tom was just being petty... again.

If Harry had known what would happen when he ran through the Chamber of Time in
the ministry and that it resulted in him being somehow blasted into the
freaking past then he wouldn’t have foolishly went to the Ministry in the first
place.

Harry could only hope was that Sirius was fine and that Voldemort had not
killed his godfather… Even now two years later Harry knew that the chances of
him returning to his original time were low.

Right now however, Harry had more pressing matters, because he had no idea why
he caught the attention of Tom in the first place when he arrived here. The
worst part was that Tom seemed highly protective and possessive over him and it
only grew as time passed. It unnerved him, but sadly part of him liked the
young Dark Lord watching over him.

During the past two years Harry and Tom had a lot of arguments, but this might
just be the stupidest.

“In case you forgot, Tom. I am not one of your stupid knights. YOU do not own
me!” Harry snarled into the other’s face, raising his voice in hopes that he
would get his point across.

“In case you forgot, Harry,” Tom mocked him with his own words and Harry’s eyes
narrowed. “I owned you since the moment we met.”

Harry let out a laugh at those words, as she shook his head. He was truly
disappointed at the other, but in truth he should have expected it. Tom didn’t
seem amused by it however as his scowl deepened.

“I am done with this.” Harry told him and turned around, preparing to leave the
dorm room. He had no intention of staying in the same room as Tom any longer.
Tom felt something inside him tense and he quickly reacted, grabbing Harry’s
arm and turning the smaller wizard around, as he pushed the other backwards
against the still closed door. The green-eyed wizard let out a sharp gasp and
Tom saw the shock in his eyes.

“Tom!” Harry yelled at him.

He couldn’t let him leave. What if Harry went back to Orion and Abraxas? What
if Harry enjoyed their company more than he did his? Tom felt a sting of pain
at those thoughts, but honestly… Harry never laughed or smiled with him the way
he did with Orion.

Harry even seemed closer with Abraxas than with him lately. It made him feel
something that he had never felt before and he hated when he realised what it
was.

He was jealous… Jealous of Orion and Abraxas, because they could make Harry
laugh so easily. Despite those two years, Tom could still count the times he
had seen Harry laugh or smile because of him on one hand…

“What is it about them that you like so much?” Tom screamed into Harry’s face.
His emotions getting the better of him. Harry seemed more shocked, as those
green eyes looked into his, as if searching for the cause of his sudden anger.

For Harry it might be sudden, but for Tom it wasn’t. It had been brewing there
for maybe a year and only now did he let it out. His fingers tightened around
Harry’s arms, making the other wince.

“Tom, let go of me!” Harry said. His voice almost a plea.

Something inside of Tom broke, realising how badly Harry wanted to get away
from him. What had he done? He couldn’t recall doing anything wrong in Harry’s
presence… He had rarely showed his true self in front of Harry and even then
the green-eyed wizard had not judged him.

Yet somehow Harry had always treated him differently than his followers.  But
at the same time Harry had never been this cold towards him either. “Is it
something I have done?” Tom asked him in a harsh voice. “Last time I checked
you weren’t so eager to leave my presence.”

Harry shook his head and Tom could see the tears starting to gather in those
emerald eyes. “You wouldn’t understand!” Harry screamed.

Tom pulled back a bit, frowning. Harry’s expression was pained as the other was
clearly losing control of his emotions. “This is your entire freaking fault in
the first place!” Harry hit him against his chest and Tom barely suppressed a
wince. “You have destroyed everything! MY whole life!” Harry yelled at him and
his voice rose with every word he screamed as Harry kept hitting and Tom had no
idea what this came from...

Harry was panting as tears rolled from those beautiful emerald eyes.

Both were silent as they stared at each other. “Fuck this…” Harry groaned and
those green eyes closed as instead of pushing him away, Harry pulled him
closer, shocking Tom even more. Automatically he tensed.

Harry didn’t seem to notice as the other started to cry on top of his shoulder
and kept muttering that it was his fault. Tom had no idea what Harry was
blaming him for, since nothing made sense…

He couldn’t possible have destroyed Harry’s whole life, since he only met him
two years ago…

“I hate you, Tom Riddle…” Harry muttered then and Tom’s eyes widened as he felt
something inside him shatter. He stood there frozen as the words seemed to
repeat itself inside his mind. Harry seemed ignorant to it.

Foolishly ignorant that he had woken a beast that he shouldn’t have. Shock and
pain quickly turned into a more familiar emotion for Tom. Pure fury.

He pushed Harry’s body away from his and his hands wrapped around the other’s
neck, seeing Harry gasp as his air supply was cut off. Anger clouded Tom’s mind
as he furiously glared at the smaller male.

The same male, who had lived with him together in the Orphanage and made it a
bit more bearable. The same teen that had captured his attention with those
messy dark curls and those bright emerald eyes.

The same teen that he wanted to kill right here, right now. Because there was
no way that Harry could hate him… it wasn’t true. Memories flashed through his
mind, as he felt Harry’s fruitlessly struggle against his hold.

Tom’s eyes were unseen as he was pulled in by those memories. Tom saw Harry
laughing loudly together with Orion. Harry together with Abraxas as they
whispered and grinned at some secrets they were keeping.

The next thing Tom felt was him being blasted away and his back painfully
hitting the cold ground of the dorm. His ears were ringing, yet he could still
hear someone spluttering and coughing. “Wha…” A raspy voice started and Tom
pushed himself up, wide blue eyes staring at the scene in front of him.

Harry was on his knees, panting heavily, and one hand touching his neck. Tom’s
anger faded at seeing those emerald eyes stare coldly at him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harry demanded and Tom inwardly winced as
Harry’s voice still sounded rough.

What was wrong with him…? Was he so jealous that he would lose sight of
everything around him…? obviously.

He closed his eyes and softly muttered. “I apologize…” It took all his pride,
but he knew that if he didn’t say he was sorry then he would surely lose Harry.
Tom sighed and opened his eyes, knowing that maybe he had already messed
everything up.

This was their last years at Hogwarts… It shouldn’t be like this. Since Harry
came into his life, everything had spiralled out of control.

“I don’t understand anything about you…” Harry muttered as he slowly got up.
Tom followed his example and stood up as well. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on
inside your mind, Tom… but I doubt anyone would be able to truly understand
you.”

Tom didn’t reply and Harry looked away, clearly uncomfortable. “I… didn’t meant
what I said just now…”

Tom gritted his teeth as he remembered those awful words that Harry had said.
“Forget about it. Go play with Abraxas or Orion.” Tom snarled as he moved
towards his bed and grabbed a book from his night table, clearly dismissing the
other.

It was easier to just shut people out, because then they couldn’t hurt you…
because then they had no power over you. Tom briefly wondered when he had
fallen so low as to let someone as Harry in… to let him inside his heart
even...

Maybe partly because the green-eyed wizard reminded him of himself. From what
Tom knew Harry hadn’t a great childhood either, because the other admitted this
as he first was forced to stay in Wools Orphanage as well. Harry had said it
was almost similar to where he had grown up, though he didn’t elaborate and Tom
never asked.

Tom knew that Harry hadn’t left the dorm room. He hadn’t hear the sound of the
door and he could almost feel those eyes boring into him.

And even though the book was open in front of him, Tom didn’t read a single
word. Completely aware of Harry’s presence. He glared up at the other, seeing
Harry standing there clearly uncomfortable still. “I told you to fucking
leave!” Tom snarled as he lost his patience once again.

Harry jumped and green wide eyes looked towards him. Then Harry seemed to brace
himself and walked towards him. Tom scowled at the other, but this time Harry
wasn’t impressed as the other sat down on the bed next to him.

“You were angry about what I said before… It doesn’t feel right to leave you
like this.” Harry muttered.

Tom snorted and glanced down at his book. “You don’t care about me, so don’t
bother.” Tom wished the other would just take the hint and leave. He couldn’t
allow Harry to hurt him more. He couldn’t allow this to continue any longer. He
couldn’t allow to let those emotions control him.

A hand appeared in his line of sight as Harry gently pulled the book from his
hands. Tom didn’t react, just watched as Harry placed the book on the night
table.

“You know… arriving here showed me how little I knew.” Harry muttered as those
green eyes looked up again. Once again Harry’s words didn’t make much sense,
but Tom waited for him to continue.

“I hid the truth for two years now. I didn’t exactly come from around here.”
Harry admitted and Tom found himself growing intrigued. It must have shown on
his face somehow as Harry’s lips curved upwards.

Tom shifted, leaning back against the headboard of his bed, crossing his arms
over his chest as he stared at Harry. “Where did you come from then?” Tom asked
him.

“Not where, more like when.” Harry muttered and then he sighed.

“When?” Tom frowned as his mind started working. It was rare for Harry to be so
open and any information about the mysterious teen that suddenly appeared out
of nowhere was highly interested.

Harry had told them all, that he had no memories of what had happened and Albus
Dumbledore had eventually decided they couldn’t let a young boy out in the
world with Grindelwald there. It was a rare case of amnesia, because Harry did
remember some stuff, like his name. Harry Potter. Yet the Potter family stated
that there was no Harry Potter.

A blood test proved that Harry was indeed a Potter and they were forced to
accept the new Potter, not even knowing where he came from.  

But now it seemed like all of that had been a lie. “You don’t have amnesia, do
you?” Tom inquired, though he already knew the answer. He had been doubting
this since the beginning.

“No… It was a precaution I decided to take. My memories are… risky in this
time. Me being here might already have messed up the future as I knew it.”
Harry said softly.

Tom had already put the pieces together, but Harry’s words made it final. A
time-traveller… “You are from the future…” Tom muttered in clear shock. There
were few cases known of time-travellers and it was dangerous, because changing
the past could completely change the future. The fact that Harry had already
been here for two years, surely must have changed everything.

Harry nodded gravely and there were so many questions that Tom wanted to ask,
but Harry spoke before he even had the chance. “Don’t… please, Tom do me one
favour and don’t ask about it.”

Tom closed his mouth again as he regarded the other. So many possibilities.
Harry could tell him what was going to happen. If he was going to succeed in
the future. But as he saw Harry’s expression close off, he knew that asking it
right now was off limits.

He would try later to get more information, when Harry was in a better mood.
“The future…” Tom whispered, barely comprehending it. He laughed softly and
Harry blinked at him.

“Is that why you were so hostile towards me when we first met?” Tom asked him
with a grin. Harry blanched and Tom knew he was right. He could see many
emotions inside Harry’s eyes, the most notable one apprehension.

Tom chuckled and Harry narrowed his eyes. The other was planning to back away,
but Tom grabbed his arm. This time more gently and he saw Harry freeze. “It is
my future self that you were blaming.” Tom stated and he could see Harry look
away, unable to meet his gaze.

The other’s body was tense and Tom quietly advanced on him. Harry stiffened
even further as Tom wrapped his arms around him, but neither did Harry fight
it. “What is it that he, or I, did to you?” Tom whispered into Harry’s ear.

“Let go of me.” Harry said suddenly in a cold voice.

Tom laughed. “Never.” He replied, tightening his hold, making Harry squirm, yet
the black-haired wizard still made no real attempts to free himself.

“Did you forget, Harry,” Tom muttered as he leaned in closer and brushed his
lips against the other’s temple. “That I own you.”

He could feel the shiver running through the teen in his arms and he grinned.
He would use any means necessary. “Shall I tell you a secret as well, Harry?”
Tom asked and Harry turned his head to look at him, a curious glance in those
emerald eyes.

Tom smiled charmingly as he spoke in a soft voice. “I am jealous,” He took
great satisfaction in seeing Harry’s eyes widen. Carefully he placed his hand
on Harry’s cheek. “Jealous of Abraxas and Orion, for making you laugh and
smile.” Tom could hear a taint of anger in his voice and Harry must have heard
it as well as he pulled back a bit.

Tom relented and let Harry go, but was slightly surprised when the teen didn’t
leave the bed, only put a bit more distance between them. “Jealous… you?” Harry
asked as he snorted and Tom felt something inside him flutter when Harry
laughed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, but I find that a bit hard to believe.” Harry said still laughing
softly. Tom smirked as he kneeled closer to the other and he saw Harry tense
again, his laugh stopping.

“I assure you that I am not lying.” Tom said and Harry frowned at him. Tom
realised that knowing the truth only made him want this wizard more. For all
the knowledge Harry had.

This wizard could help him achieve greatness. “Liar…” Harry muttered, but it
sounded unconvincing and Tom grinned.

It was if Harry could truly see through him, yet it seemed like the other teen
wanted to give him the benefit of doubt. Foolish…

“You don’t sound very convincing, Harry.” Tom stated as he shifted, so he was
sitting next to the other. Harry didn’t move and he considered it a win.

Harry merely stared at him. “I know how you are… how you charm people and then
use them.” Harry muttered, remembering the Tom Riddle from the diary he met
inside the Chamber.

Tom hummed. “People let themselves be used,” He commented. “Now the question
remains. Have I been able to charm you?”

Harry scowled, but Tom could see a flicker in Harry’s eyes. And when those
green eyes glanced down at his lips for one second, Tom knew enough. He was
very much aware of his good looks, though he rarely used them to get what he
wanted.

He never quite liked the idea of having sex and it never appealed to him, but
he did know everything about the human body. Knowledge is power after all.

Tom took his chance and moved closer, placing his hand atop Harry’s shoulder,
he gently pushed the other down onto his bed. Harry let him and Tom smiled. “I
think I did win your heart,” Tom whispered as inched closer. Harry opened his
mouth, clearly wanting to protest, but Tom continued. “Just like you captured
mine.”

Harry’s breath hitched and those emerald eyes widened. Tom could see the
internal struggle going on inside the other, but he knew he wouldn’t let him
go.

Closing the distance between them he placed his lips against Harry’s and slowly
moved them. Harry’s lips were unresponsive against his at first, but then the
wizard reached his hands up and Tom could feel the fingers tangling in his hair
as they deepened the kiss.

Tom saw Harry close his eyes and he quickly moved one hand down over the small
body next to his. He moved it down over Harry’s chest, stomach and settled it
between Harry’s legs, applying some pressure against the clothed prick.

Harry’s eyes opened and he gasped, pulling back from the kiss as two hands
grabbed onto his wrist. Tom stopped his movements as he saw Harry’s startled
expression. “It is your first time…” Tom stated and Harry blushed as he nodded.

Tom smiled down at him, not admitting that it would be his first time as well.
“Shh, don’t worry I know what I am doing. It will feel good, I promise.”

Harry still didn’t look convinced and Tom sighed as he pulled his hand free
from Harry’s grip. “Do you want me to stop?” Tom asked him, despite that he
wasn’t planning on stopping at all. He wanted the other, now more than ever.

Harry seemed thought, before replying in a more whisper. “No… I want it, I
think.”

Tom raised his eyebrow. “You think?” Tom asked and Harry’s blush deepened,
making him chuckle. “Just relax. I will take it slow.” He promised and inwardly
he grinned when he felt and saw Harry relax.

 Harry gave a nod and Tom smiled as he pulled the other up and discarded
Harry’s robe and shirt. He slowly pushed Harry down again and covered the
smaller body with his own as he once again kissed him.

Harry returned the kiss with the same passion as before and Tom placed his
hands on Harry’s hips. “Open your legs.” Tom whispered as he broke the kiss for
one second. Harry followed the order and Tom felt something go through him at
the way the green-eyed wizard submitted to him like this.

He lay down in between Harry’s legs as he started kissing Harry’s chest,
keeping his eyes on Harry’s face.

Harry’s mouth was open in silent gasps as those green eyes followed his every
move. Tom licked a trail towards Harry’s left nipple and placed his lips around
it. Harry’s eyes flickered close for a second and Tom grinned as he licked the
sensitive bud.

Harry shivered. “Ohh…” He groaned, his eyes closing at the feeling of a wet
tongue against his nipple and Tom bit down lightly, feeling Harry’s body
shudder as another soft moan came from the other wizard.

Tom moved towards the other nipple and repeated the ministrations. When Tom saw
Harry’s head roll backwards and the emerald eyes closing, he moved his hands to
Harry’s trouser. As he opened it, he felt Harry tense, but quickly relax again.

He leaned up and slowly pulled Harry’s trouser down, revealing a small, but
clear bulge inside Harry’s underwear. Tom glanced up seeing that Harry’s face
was flushed and his pupils dilated. “You alright?” Tom asked and Harry gave a
small nod.

Smiling Tom moved off the bed as he completely removed Harry’s trouser and
underwear, leaving the other completely naked. He let his eyes roam over the
pale body small body. Signs of malnourishment were clear, but Tom already
suspected something like that… Harry was much too small for his age.

Tom stood in between Harry’s open legs that were hanging off the edge of his
bed. “You look divine.” He told him and Harry snorted softly.

“Liar.” Harry muttered the word once more and Tom smirked.

Slowly he kneeled down and Harry shot up, clearly not expecting this. Wide
emerald eyes stared down at him as he wrapped a hand around Harry’s cock,
tugging on it.

Harry’s mouth opened, but whatever he wanted to say was lost, as only a small
moan came out. “Just relax, Harry.” Tom whispered and he saw how Harry
stiffened when he leaned in closer. Anticipation thrummed through them both.

Tom blew on the head of Harry’s cock, seeing Harry shiver as his warm breath
hit the sensitive tip. Harry could deny it all he wanted, but it was clear that
he got aroused by this.

Encouraged by those reactions Tom slowly encased his lips around the shaft and
he felt Harry thrusted upwards. “Fuck…” Harry moaned and Tom felt a hand being
placed on the back of his head, gently pushing him. Harry clearly wanted him to
take him deeper and he complied.
He closed his eyes as he focused upon sucking Harry. Remembering everything he
had read, he swirled his tongue around the tip when he moved upwards and
hallowed his cheeks when he bobbed his head down.

Harry’s fingers tightened in his hair and he could hear the teen’s moans
increase.

Tom groaned around Harry’s cock and felt how it twitched inside his mouth.
Knowing that Harry must be getting close he shifted his hand lower and gently
tugged on Harry’s balls. Harry shivered and loudly moaned, making Tom grin
around the hard shaft.

Glancing upwards he saw Harry was looking down at him, clearly enthralled by
the view. It stirred something inside of him, seeing those beautiful eyes so
fixed upon him. Tom was even slightly surprised when his cock seemed to be
getting interested.

He pulled away, Harry’s erection springing free. “I want to fuck you.” Tom
admitted in a husky voice and Harry seemed taken aback.

Tom swore that if Harry denied him, he would just take what he wanted and erase
the whole event from Harry’s mind. “Alright…” Harry whispered and Tom felt
relieved as his body relaxed, unaware how tense he had been in the first place.

“Lay down further on the bed.” Tom told him as he got up from the ground and
threw off his shirt and kicked out his shoes. Harry scrambled back, lying down
on his bed like some sacrifice. ‘A virginal sacrifice.’ Tom thought darkly.

Tom opened his trouser and pushed them down to his ankles, his underwear
following closely behind. Kicking them off, knowing that no one would interrupt
them any way he prowled towards the bed.

Slowly Tom covered Harry’s body with his own, placing his hands next to the
black-haired male’s head. Harry was completely tense once again and he sighed.
“Relax, Harry… it isn’t as if I am going to murder you.”

Harry only stiffened even more and Tom could see a flash of fear in Harry’s
eyes. Tom snorted at the reaction and Harry glared. “That isn’t funny.” Harry
snapped, but Tom grabbed Harry’s head and kissed him deeply, feeling Harry
slowly relax into the kiss.

“Right, no jokes about killing.” Tom whispered against Harry’s lips, knowing he
hit a nerve. He stored the information away for later.

Tom quickly muttered a lubricating spell and Harry gasped as he glanced down,
feeling a strange sensation inside his ass.

Tom wasn’t exactly prepared for this and had no lube on hand. If this
relationship between them would continue, then he needed to make sure he bought
some, one way or another. For now though… the spell and some spit had to do.

Tom sat back on his knees between Harry’s legs. He glanced down and trailed one
finger from the tip of Harry’s cock, down to his balls and then slowly through
the ass crack. He stopped when he felt the wet hole and glancing up he slowly
pushed one finger inside.
Tom inwardly groaned in frustration when Harry tensed. Not letting up he pushed
the finger in further as Harry closed his eyes at the intrusion. Tom wriggled
his finger around, carefully watching Harry’s face.

“How does it feel?” Tom asked him. ‘Play nice…’ He told himself.

“It… feels strange.” Harry got out and green eyes opened.

Tom hummed and pulled the finger out, spitting on his finger, he placed two
fingers against Harry’s hole. “Relax.” He warned the other and he saw Harry
trying to relax his body. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed them in.

Harry’s hands grasped into his blankets. Blue eyes darkened as Harry’s back
arched, green eyes fluttering close. Quickly and almost impatiently he started
to scissor his fingers, stretching Harry.

As Harry started pushing back against his fingers and moans slipped from the
boy’s mouth, Tom applied a third finger. “Oh god…” Harry groaned as the third
finger also slipped inside him.

Tom grinned as his other hand wrapped around Harry’s leaking member. Harry’s
moans grew louder and Harry’s muscles clenched around his fingers.

Tom bit his bottom lip as he could already imagine him fucking Harry. Hardly
had he surrendered to his body’s desire, but this time he felt like losing
himself. He wanted to drown himself in the pleasure that was sure to come.

Tom didn’t think he would ever let Harry go. He increased his pace, tugging
harder and quicker as Harry’s cock and thrusting his fingers in deeper. Harry’s
body became taut and Tom felt the cock twitch as sperm coated Harry’s stomach
and his hand as he kept jerking the other.

Harry shivered as he tried to regulate his breathing and Tom watched in delight
as Harry came down from his orgasm. Yet he could feel his erection still
standing proudly and he slowly pulled his fingers out of Harry, earning a small
whimper from the male.

Tom spit in his own hand and coated his cock in it. Harry’s glazed eyes looked
at him, but didn’t stop him as he shifted closer and placed his erection at the
male’s hole.

Harry opened his legs even wider and Tom leaned down as he kissed him, while at
the same time slowly eased his way in. Harry let out a gasp as Tom fully
sheathed himself.

Blue eyes closed as he felt the tight heat surrounding his cock. Tom placed his
hands on Harry’s hips and forced his eyes open, seeing Harry’s eyes were
tightly closed. “You alright?” Tom asked as he fought the urge to move.

Harry nodded. “Just move…” He gasped, not opening his eyes at all.

Tom took what was offered and started fucking him. Harry’s hands landed on his
shoulders, gripping them tightly.

Gently Tom moved his hands to Harry’s thighs and moved them. Harry seemed to
understand it and wrapped his legs around his waist as Tom increased his pace.

Harry’s hands shifted as well and the black-haired male pulled him into a deep
kiss. Blue eyes closed as he groaned into the kiss. He could feel Harry’s
muscles gripping tight around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the
edge.

When Tom felt his orgasm rush over him, he thrusted inwards as deep as he could
go and his cock convulsed as his sperm filled Harry’s insides, claiming the
male completely. Breathing heavily against Harry’s lips he rode out of his
orgasm.

Opening his eyes he saw Harry looking at him as if he was seeing him for the
first time. His lips turned upwards as he laughed and lowered himself.

“Oh… you are heavy!” Harry groaned.

Tom didn’t stop laughing and placed kisses on Harry’s neck. “But I am feeling
so content,” He admitted honestly. “I don’t want to get up.”

Harry let out another groan and Tom felt the smaller male push him off and
sideways. Magic washed over them both and Tom knew Harry had just cleaned them
and was getting up. Tom pulled Harry back and gathered him in his arms, hearing
the black-haired male let out a yelp.

“Tom, I wanted to leave!” Harry snarled at him.

“No.” He simply said and Harry stopped struggling, instead turning around and
facing him. Blue eyes met defiant green.

Tom’s hands roamed over Harry’s back feeling the other shiver. An emotion
crossed over Harry’s face that he couldn’t quite identify. “Tom, I shouldn’t…”
Harry muttered and Tom sighed.

“If you are going to regret it now, you shouldn’t have let me continue in the
first place.” Tom hissed out.

“No,” Harry quickly said. “I don’t regret it… but…”

“It is difficult considering your past, or the future.” Tom stated and Harry
looked shocked for one second before giving a slow uncertain nod. “Will you
tell me one day?” Tom asked.

“I don’t think that is wise…” Harry whispered and Tom chuckled.

“Really. You being here is already enough to mess with the timeline,” Tom
muttered. “I doubt everything is still the same in the future.”

A frown appeared on Harry’s face. “I am not certain… but I do believe things
have already changed since I came here.”

“Like what?” Tom inquired, wondering if Harry would tell him more now.

Harry shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.” Tom inwardly groaned at the reply he got.

“A small change can have a huge effect on the future.” Tom said as he closed
his eyes.

Harry remained quiet for some time, but Tom was patient and therefore rewarded
when Harry spoke softly. “Someone is still alive, while I believe she should
have been dead by now.”

Blue eyes opened and Harry stared at him. It was clear that whatever Harry was
thinking about, it wasn’t anything nice. “Someone I know?” Tom asked softly.

“No, not personally I think,” Harry replied and then the green-eyed wizard let
out a sigh. “I shouldn’t be talking with you about this.”

Tom hummed and moved closer, placing his forehead against Harry’s. “You can
tell me anything, Harry. After all, aren’t we lovers now?”

Tom smiled as he saw Harry blush and mutter. “Ah… yes I guess.”

Inwardly however Tom was very pleased with his progress. Harry was a huge asset
to his followers and not only that but Tom felt closer to him than anyone else.
Honestly he wouldn’t mind being Harry’s lover to keep the other close.

Those emerald eyes should only be focused upon him. Harry’s heart, mind and
body were his and he didn’t share him with anyone.

 A dark thought entered his mind. Harry locked away, only seeing him. No other
people would ever be able to talk to his green-eyed lover. Tom closed his eyes,
savouring the thought. Maybe… maybe when they graduated from Hogwarts he could
achieve that dream.

No doubt Harry wouldn’t mind it either. And if he did, Tom made sure that Harry
would get used to it.

“In just a few days it is Halloween…” Harry muttered suddenly and Tom’s eyes
opened.

“It is…” Tom stated, seeing a sad expression on Harry’s face. When Tom thought
back on it, he realised that the previous year Harry had also been short-
tempered and withdrawn during the end of October. Clearly it was a time of the
year that Harry didn’t enjoy.

Deciding he had already asked enough for now, he let it drop. “Want to take a
nap before dinner?” Tom asked and he saw Harry smile sadly. Harry nodded and
shifted closer. Tom could feel Harry’s breath against his collarbone and a soft
smile graced his features.

Harry was undoubtedly his.
***** The Spirit in the Classroom *****
Chapter Summary
     One classroom in the dungeons is haunted. The spirit doesn’t let
     anyone close to him. But Harry doesn’t back down and wants to
     befriend it. Sadly he is completely unaware of the dark thoughts the
     spirit has and the consequences of his actions. Requested by
     Kazichan1
Chapter Notes
     This one became much longer than I had expected… And a lot of plot in
     it as well… I seriously try to keep them short. But it seems I am
     unable xD. Ps. I only proofread it once and I was tired, so if there
     are any mistakes, blame me(like always lol).
     Well, anyway hope you all enjoy and this one was requested by
     Kazichan1. Hope you like it, because I think I did change a bit from
     your original idea? Not sure.
      
     Warnings: Underage, Possessive Tom Riddle, Evil manipulative Tom
     Riddle, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Slight bondage, Edging, Harry is
     blinded by love(once again lol). Kind of dark I guess(I don’t know
     honestly)??
See the end of the chapter for more notes
**** The spirit in the classroom ****
The classroom in the dungeon was famous for its hauntings and few dared to
enter. Whispers of a dark maleficent spirit that lived there went all around
Hogwarts for years.

People were dared to go in there and spoke of cold chills and a voice that
surely belonged to a demon instead of a ghost. Moaning Myrtle or Peeves were
nothing compared to the entity that made its home down in the dungeons and that
one particular classroom.

Harry remembered quite clearly how his father told him of his entry in the room
and what he had felt and seen. Without a doubt his father wasn’t easily scared,
yet James Potter stated that no matter what he would never set foot inside that
room ever again. The dark and depressing atmosphere enough reason to leave the
room alone.

Apparently Dumbledore had tried to make the ghost to leave or cross over, but
nothing helped and the ghost remained.

Harry thought it was a sad way of existing. Lonely as well, but the fact
remained that the ghost chased away all those who came near or entered his
room. Still Harry couldn’t help but think that maybe the ghost must be lonely…
For he knew how Myrtle felt and therefore he couldn’t imagine this ghost to be
happy either.

Harry felt sad for the entity and decided to make a choice.

And they always said; curiosity killed the cat and maybe Harry James Potter
should have listened. Maybe he should have listened, since everyone always
advised to stay away from that classroom.
                          ------X------X------X------
However, curious and adventurous as he was Harry gathered his invisibility
cloak around him as he carefully made his way down to the common room. His
footsteps silent in the dead of the night. Yet he could feel his heart beating
quicker at the knowledge of what he was going to do.

He was either a fool or very brave and it was a thin line between the two. But
now during his fifth year at Hogwarts, he had heard so much about the ghost
inside the classroom down in the very dungeons that he wanted to see it for
himself.

Harry was surprised he didn’t see any professors or prefects on patrol and
realised that they must have long gone to bed as well. It only made it easier
and quicker for him to reach the dungeons.

In front of the classroom door he stopped, trying to calm down his heart as his
gaze was fixed on the door. It was nothing special really… just another wooden
door inside the castle. Yet beyond this particular door was a spirit that was
undoubtedly angry and Harry wondered why he was even bothering coming here…

Did he really get a kick out of this? Maybe he indeed did. Maybe Remus would
comment how he had a heart of gold just like his mother. Because he actually
befriended Myrtle and now he would try and approach this spirit…

Carefully he reached out to the doorknob and turned it, slowly opening the door
which made a creaking sound that sounded far too loud in the silent dungeons.

Harry let out a deep breath and entered the room, not seeing anything
interesting and wondering if it was nothing but a rumour after all… But his
father would never lie about something like this. Besides everyone always spoke
about this haunted classroom... So there must be some truth to it.

The few chairs and small tables that stood in there were gathering dust. Proof
that not even the house-elves dared to enter this room. The blackboard in front
of the class was empty and it all gave him a kind of eerie feeling.

Harry slowly removed his cloak, looking around.

“Oh, you were under a cloak.” A deep male voice said that sounded more like a
hiss than anything else. Harry’s eyes widened as he stiffened and he didn’t
dare turn around, because he could feel a cold breath on the back of his neck.
His heart started to beat louder as the hairs on his arms raised.

The atmosphere in the room changed drastically. It grew colder around him and
the entity, or whatever it was, let out a low laugh. “Lost another bet? Or
maybe a dare?” The ghost mocked him in that same hiss-like tone and Harry
quickly swirled around.

He never saw the ghost as it faded into a black mist and a laugh echoed through
the room. “Come on, you can tell me.” The ghost whispered and green eyes
scanned the whole room, not seeing the black mist or the entity.

“No bet and no dare…” Harry replied as he let out a small breath. His heart
pounding inside his chest. He couldn’t remember ever being this scared of
either Myrtle or Peeves, or any of the other ghosts that reside inside
Hogwarts. There was simply something off about this entity. 

The ghost remained quiet for a while and Harry wondered if the spirit had left.
Yet the eerie feeling that he had remained and it felt like he was being
watched, even though he could see no one. Proof enough that it was still here…

“Why did you come here then?” The ghost asked, breaking the tense silence and
the question sounded so… strange. Like the ghost didn’t expect anyone to come
here without a valid reason, like some stupid game.

“Because I wanted to see if the rumours were real. If there really was a ghost
living here that terrorized anyone who would enter the room.” Harry said
honestly, eyes carefully scanning the room.
A creaking and scraping sound caught his attention and Harry turned, letting
out a scream as he quickly threw himself down to the ground. A table flew right
over him and barely missed. With wide eyes Harry stared at the empty place
where the table had been, ignoring the loud noise of the table crashing against
the wall. “What the hell!?” Harry screamed as he got up, brushing the dust of
his robe.

“Leave!” The ghost snarled furious. “I am not some fucking attraction. I don’t
want anything to do with you or those foolish humans.”

Harry was taken aback by the ghost’s sudden anger and he shifted uncomfortable
a bit closer to the door, but he didn’t leave yet. A heavy coldness settled
inside the room and Harry could actually see his own breath.

Shivering slightly Harry thought about the other ghosts he sometimes talked
with. Myrtle always said that she disliked how humans treated like she had no
feelings and they only played games like throwing stuff straight through her.

But Myrtle was a nice spirit and whoever this was, it was clear that this
spirit wasn’t nice or happy with all the visits he had gotten. Especially
because he called himself an attraction. Feeling like he should make things
right, Harry spoke again. “It’s not like that… I was only curious. I… guess I
wanted to meet and speak to the spirit inside this classroom. I wanted to know
why someone would remain for years like this.”

“Leave!” The ghost yelled and Harry shivered as the coldness in the room
increased tenfold again. Cold dread settled inside him and Harry backed away.
His back hit the door and he still didn’t see the ghost or entity. It was clear
whoever this was didn’t want to be seen.

“I… guess it must be lonely. I didn’t mean to anger you.” Harry muttered
softly, not feeling quite safe anymore. Especially as he noticed the chairs and
tables started to rattle and move. The dark atmosphere in the room felt
suffocating and some part inside Harry warned him to just leave and never look
back.

The objects slowly stopped moving and silence filled the classroom. Harry
opened his mouth, but closed it again as he had no idea what to say at this
point. He didn’t even know if the entity was still here.

“I’ll come back later…” Harry whispered to the empty room. “Maybe… we could
talk some more.” He offered softly. Receiving no reply Harry’s eyes scanned the
room one last time before he said his goodbyes and left. He never saw the dark
eyes watching him from the far corner of the classroom.

The only thought that Harry had, was that maybe he should have stayed away… Now
he had made a promise to an angry or malicious ghost and he vowed to keep it no
matter what. Myrtle said that she often felt lonely and misunderstood. The
female ghost has taken quite a liking to him, so he wouldn’t be surprised if
giving some time this male ghost would also open up to him.
                          ------X------X------X------
It was one week later when Harry once again dared to confront the ghost. He had
not told his parents’ or his friends that he had approached the evil spirit
down in the dungeons, because surely his father would start writing letters
telling him to never go down here ever again.

Some part inside of him was feeling the same. What he was doing didn’t feel
right and it was clear that alarm bells sounded somewhere inside him,
especially when he once again stopped in front of the closed door.

Harry silently gathered his cloak around him; as if it could give him the
courage he needed and opened the door. With bravery he still didn’t quite feel
he walked inside, the door closing behind him with a soft thud.

A cold eerie feeling settled around and inside him. Harry braced himself, but
didn’t move to take his cloak off yet.

He remained standing perfectly still, hoping that even his breath was not heard
in the silence of the classroom. Green eyes scanned the walls, the tables,
everything just to catch a glimpse of the ghost that often was spoken about,
but no one has ever seen.

“Do you take me for a fool?” The voice whispered, breaking the tense silence
and Harry jumped, letting out a small shriek at the sudden noise.

His heart hammered against his chest and closing his eyes, he discarded his
cloak, revealing himself.

“Not really…” Harry muttered, as he walked further inside and kept his eyes on
his surroundings. “I said that I would be back.”

The ghost seemed to laugh. It sounded cold yet slightly amused. “Few dared to
return, fewer promised to return…”

“I just want to talk to you,” Harry said as he looked around. “Could you show
yourself?”

“Why?” The ghost asked.

Harry blinked and turned to where he swore he could hear the voice come from.
It was from the corner in the room behind him. “Because I would like to talk to
you and it is nicer if I am speaking to someone instead of an empty classroom.”
Harry replied softly, hoping that he wouldn’t anger the ghost.

The ghost remained silent and Harry sighed. “At least tell me your name. You
are as famous as moaning Myrtle, but no one even knows your name.”

Silence filled the room and when Harry believed that he wouldn’t get an answer
the ghost finally spoke. “My name is Voldemort.” Voldemort said and Harry
frowned at the odd name.

“Voldemort?” Harry questioned. “That can’t be your real name.” He added softly.

 A cold chill went through him and Harry gasped, his body shivering from the
sudden decrease in temperature.

“It is my chosen name. You are not worthy to learn my real name.” The ghost
snarled and Harry backed away, until his back hit the unused blackboard. Wide
eyes stared all around him, but Harry couldn’t see anything.

Harry could feel the adrenaline rushing through him and it felt like when he
had first flown on his broom that Sirius gave him for his 8th birthday. It felt
exhilarating. The ghost laughed and a soft embodied voice whispered near him.
“You get off of this? You really enjoy this, don’t you?”

Harry didn’t know what to say. He did enjoy this, just like he always enjoyed
discovering all the shortcuts and the hidden coves inside the castle. This
ghost was just another mystery, another adventure. But Harry had two reasons
for coming here. One indeed because it was something new and adventures, but
the seconds was because he truly believed this ghost was just lonely and
angered because of that.

“What is your name?” Voldemort asked and Harry could swear he felt a cold
breath against his lips.

He opened his mouth, still feeling the cold chill around him, but he knew he
could hardly back down now. “Harry… Harry Potter.” He said, barely suppressing
a shiver at the cold feeling he could feel around him.

“Harry…” Voldemort muttered and Harry closed his eyes with a soft gasp as he
felt something touch his chest. “You’re a powerful wizard… I already felt this
last time you visited.”

Harry was aware that his magical core was far above average. But for the ghost
to pick up on that… Neither of the other ghosts had ever told him this. Were
they able to pick up something like that?

Green eyes slowly opened and Harry tried to calm his body down, before his
heart would beat out of his chest. Something had changed… Harry didn’t know
what, but someone the ghost was different than first. “Are you going to run,
like everyone else did?” Voldemort inquired and Harry could almost detect the
hurt and pain in the voice.

‘No one had ever dared to return and fewer had promised to return…’ Harry could
see why. This ghost screamed ‘danger’ and it was strange that even Dumbledore
had been unable to make it leave.

“No…” Harry replied softly, making Voldemort chuckle.

“Such bravery,” Voldemort whispered and Harry’s eyes widened as he felt
something pull at his tie. The red tie was pulled loose, until it was
horizontal in between the invisible entity and Harry. “But of course,
Gryffindors are known to be foolish.”

Harry scowled at the place where Voldemort surely must be standing. “I am not a
fool!” He screamed. “What house were you in then?”

Harry stiffened when the tie was released and dropped back against his chest.
But the feeling of another body caging him in was the reason why he froze
completely. “Slytherin.” Voldemort replied and Harry could feel the breath
against his ear, making him squirm as he closed his eyes.

Harry resisted the urge to just run straight through the ghost and leave the
room. He remained there, standing completely frozen, unaware of the many dark
thoughts that played through the spirit’s mind.

“You still wish to see me, Harry?” Voldemort asked, shocking Harry with the
sudden question.

As his shocked disappeared Harry answered. “Yes, I told you that before, didn’t
I?”

Harry wondered if he would be the first one to ever see this ghost. It would be
such a big accomplishment. Green eyes widened slightly as he felt the presence
pull back and his eyes glanced through the classroom, wondering where the
spirit had gone off too.

Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth parted as just a few inches in front of him,
a blurry figure appeared. Dark blue eyes were fixed upon him in a hungry,
unnerving stare. Black hair framed a rather handsome face.

Voldemort wore Hogwarts robes and a green tie with the prefect badge on it.
Harry hadn’t expected such a dark, angry ghost to look so… normal.

Harry slowly closed his mouth, as he saw Voldemort’s lips curve upwards in a
pleased smirk. “Hello Harry.” The ghost whispered in a soft almost seductive
tone.

Thinking back on it later, Harry was certain that those words might have
downfall. At first the famous ghost had captured his attention. But it wasn’t
soon after that Voldemort captured his heart and everything went downhill from
that moment on.
                          ------X------X------X------
“Harry!” A voice snarled softly and he woke up, blinking his eyes. As he
focused he realised he had fallen asleep during Defence Against the Dark Arts….
again.

Looking apologetic, he smiled at Hermione, who glared at him in return. “What
is the matter with you lately!?” She demanded softly.

Harry opened his mouth. “Silence!” Professor McGonagall said in a strict voice
and Harry quickly closed his mouth, but he knew that Hermione wasn’t going to
let it go.
Harry just sighed, leaning his head atop his hand he closed his eyes. Before
forcing them open again and focusing upon reading. The words on the page barely
registered however.

It now had been 2 months since he first visited Voldemort, or Tom. One month
ago, the ghost finally told him his real name. And one month ago, Tom started
to demand that he came more often.

Not wanting to antagonize the ghost, Harry visited Tom every evening since
then. Hermione and Ron started to notice that he was tired lately and asked him
about it. Especially since this was hardly the first time he had fallen asleep
during class.

He even managed one time to fall asleep during Potions… Needless to say,
professor Snape was not happy. He had detention for one week and after that he
still ended up visiting Tom. Sometimes till midnight and Harry wondered how
long he was going to keep this up.

Besides it wasn’t long until the summer holiday. Tom would be alone then for a
few weeks and Harry could already guess that the spirit wasn’t going to like it
at all.

Harry was relieved when he heard the bell, signalling that their last class of
today had ended, quickly dropping his book inside his bag while he got up. And
as Harry expected, Hermione quickly followed him out of the classroom.

“Harry,” She started as she walked next to him and Ron took his other side.
“Are you not sleeping well?” Great, now she sounded worried.

“I am fine, ‘Mione. Really,” Harry assured her as he smiled. She didn’t look
convinced and he withheld a sigh. “I’m just worrying for the exams.” Hermione’s
eyes softened at that and it did the trick as it managed to derail her thoughts
and worries.

He kind of hated lying, but he had promised to keep his visits to Tom a secret.
Tom had urged him not to tell anyone, because he didn’t like the idea of more
students swarming inside his room again.

Harry had once asked why Tom had let him in and even conversed with him. The
ghost had simply stated that he was intriguing enough and since Tom didn’t
elaborate, no matter how often Harry asked. His questions remained unanswered. 
                          -----X------X------X-------
That evening Harry went down into the dungeons again and slipped into the
unused classroom. Removing his cloak, he saw Tom appear, a smile gracing his
lips.

“Welcome back, Harry.” Tom greeted him and Harry smiled at him as he walked
further into the room and sat down at one of the chair.

“Hello, Tom.” Harry said in return. The ghost floated closer and sat down on
the table standing near the chair where Harry was seated.

“I’m so glad you visit me every evening,” Tom said softly, a sad expression
appearing on his face. “I never knew how lonely I was until you kept visiting
me.”

Something inside Harry broke at Tom’s words. “I quite like visiting and
spending time together with you.” Harry said with a small smile.

“Thank you,” Tom said, his lips curving upwards in a smile as well. Harry still
thought that Tom looked way better with a smile on face. “That means a lot to
me.”

Something flickered inside Tom’s eyes and Harry tensed, not daring to move as
Tom raised his hand. Harry felt the cold fingers graze his cheek and he
shivered. “You mean a lot to me.” Tom whispered and Harry’s breath caught at
the intensity of the words, as well as their meaning.

Meeting those dark blue eyes, Harry couldn’t look away. As if Tom’s mere gaze
had captured him. Briefly Harry wondered when exactly he had fallen in love
with the other… He couldn’t quite recall. Hell, he thought himself truly a fool
for falling in love with a dead person, but there was simply something about
Tom.

All Harry knew was that he liked spending time with the ghost. Tom was clever
and apparently had been head boy as well. His grades were the highest during
his time at Hogwarts, which was around 50 years ago. 50 years… Tom had spent 50
years down here, alone and chasing everyone away with his anger.

At first Harry had not understood it, but when he finally dared to ask Tom
about it the ghost admitted about being scared of death and how he never wanted
to cross over. Being scared of death also made him furious and the first years
he spent haunting this place, no one dared to get close.

It was sad really… The only question that Tom never answered and evaded even
was how he had died. Harry didn’t push, because after he asked the question,
Tom had become furious and had thrown him out of the classroom.

It was a subject that Harry knew not to touch and he couldn’t blame the ghost,
since Tom was scared of dying. And he had actually died…

Harry’s thought came to a halt as Tom’s hand grabbed his chin. Green eyes
widened as he felt the cold digits touch his skin. Focusing upon Tom, he saw
the other staring down at him hungrily.

“I want to kiss you.” Tom whispered and Harry’s eyes widened even more. Without
waiting for Harry’s reply, Tom leaned down and cold breath fanned against his
lips, before those cold lips touched his.

Gasping at the strange feeling, Harry closed his eyes. His heart thundering
inside his chest. Disbelief cursed through him. He was being kissed…. Kissed by
a ghost. No, kissed by Tom… The one person, ghost, he loved…

Harry slowly started to move his lips away, feeling Tom’s other hand go to the
back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. It felt
strange, colder. His kiss with Cho and Ginny hadn’t been like this.

And despite the coldness of it, Harry could feel a warmth blossoming inside of
him. Uselessly, Harry tried to grab onto Tom as well, but his hands went
straight through the other. Harry opened his eyes, as his hands instead landed
on the table, next to Tom’s incorporeal body.

Dark eyes watched him as their lips still moved against each other and Harry
gasped, opening his mouth as he felt a cold tongue push against his lips. As
Tom’s tongue swirled against his, Harry shivered and a low moan escaped him.
Tom could touch him, but he couldn’t touch Tom…

Green eyes closed as their tongues battled and it felt like Tom was trying to
devour him through this kiss. As the ghost pulled back, Harry felt the loss
immediately and he leaned closer to the other.
Tom chuckled as those arms wrapped around him. It never occurred to Harry that
the embrace was warm, as he simply felt content. He just wanted to get closer
to Tom, unwilling to let the other go. He felt tired all of a sudden or maybe
he had been feeling tired all this time.

As Harry was slowly lulled to sleep, he thought he heard something. It sounded
strange, almost like a hiss of a snake.
Harry blinked and felt a strain in both his neck and back. Sitting up, he
cursed as he realised he had fallen asleep on the table. But as his mind caught
up, his eyes widened. No, he had fallen asleep in Tom’s arms.

Looking around he saw that Tom was sitting on a chair close by and those eyes
were fixed upon him. “Good morning, Harry.” Tom said as he smiled.

Harry pushed his glasses further on his nose, as he stared at Tom. Something
seemed different… “Morning.” Harry replied absentmindedly, while still trying
to figure out what was different.

Tom’s smile just widened. “Lucky it is a Saturday, otherwise you would be late
for class.” And when the ghost mentioned that Harry cursed again.

“Damn… I, how late is it?” Harry asked, shaking his head. While already trying
to come up for some excuses for Ron and Hermione.

“I don’t know, but I heard some movement outside of the classroom, so I am
guessing the Slytherins are awake.” Tom replied with a shrug.

 Harry sighed and just cradled his head in his hands. “My friends are going to
murder me one of these days.” He muttered.

 “If they do, I will personally haunt them till they die,” Tom snarled and
Harry’s head shot up at the protective tone the other had. Tom seemed to relax
and then chuckled. “Though if you were to die, I wouldn’t mind your company.”

Harry let out a soft laugh. Remember how Myrtle had said something similar.
Harry lowered his hands and smiled at Tom. “You’re the second one to say that
to me.”

Tom’s face became blank and it was then that Harry noticed what was different
about him. He opened his mouth, before Tom could even speak. “You’re not so
blurry anymore!” Harry blurted out shocked.

Tom’s mouth closed and the ghost glanced at his own arms and form. He hummed
softly. “Strange. You’re right.”

Harry stared at the ghost, remembering how blurry Tom had looked when he first
saw him. It almost looked like he was becoming a human once more… but that was
impossible wasn’t it? Tom looked back up and Harry saw how the ghost smirked at
him.

“Maybe the kiss helped me.” With those words, Harry couldn’t stop a blush from
creeping up on his face and Tom laughed as he saw Harry’s cheeks turn red.

“Shut up!” Harry said to him, but he couldn’t help but laugh, as if Tom’s laugh
was contagious.

“Stay with me?” Tom asked him as they both stopped laughing. Harry had so many
reasons to turn Tom down, knowing that his friends would never stop questioning
him.

But as Harry saw that almost pleading look on Tom’s face, he found himself
unable to say no.
                           -----X-----X-----X------
“Harry, seriously where were you?” Hermione asked him the moment he set foot in
the common room.

“I was studying in an empty classroom.” Harry replied, having thought up this
lie together with Tom, before returning to the common room.

“You missed breakfast, lunch and dinner!” Hermione exclaimed and Harry noticed
that even Ron looked at him strangely.

“I had Dobby bring me some food!” Harry snarled to her, tired of defending
himself.

Hermione grew silent as he raised his voice at her. She stared at him, as if
seeing him for the first time and a flicker of guilt wen through him. He hadn’t
really meant to snap at her.

“I’m tired…” Harry muttered and quickly walked past her to the dorm. He did
feel hungry… because in truth Harry hadn’t asked Dobby to bring him any food at
all and the last meal he had was dinner yesterday.

Saying that to his friends however, would only make them worry more. Harry
didn’t want to lie, but he promised Tom…

Harry realised that spending his time together with Tom, he hadn’t even felt
hungry until Hermione brought it up just now… As he quickly undressed, he
couldn’t help but think at what point Tom started to mean more to him than
Hermione and Ron.
                          -----X------X------X-------
“Your exams are getting closer?” Tom asked him as Harry dropped some books on
the table and sat down on the chair.

“Yes and so is the summer holiday.” Harry sighed as he opened a book. Tom
hummed, but Harry never saw the dark expression cross over the ghost’s face.

“Summer holiday, huh…” At those soft whispered words, Harry looked up and saw
that Tom was looking at him sadly. “You will be gone then. You will leave me
here alone again.”

Harry’s heart broke at Tom’s words. “I will be back, you know.” He said softly,
though he had a feeling that Tom would miss him greatly.

Tom crossed his arms over his chest and regarded him. Harry squirmed a bit,
still not used to being stared at like this. “Stay.” Tom said and it was
phrased like an order, making Harry frown slightly at the other.

“I can’t stay. My parents’ will.-” Harry didn’t get to finish his sentence as
suddenly Tom was in front of him, a cold hand grabbing his chin harshly.

“It was not a question.” Tom whispered harshly into his face. Harry was frozen
as he looked into Tom’s eyes, searching for any explanations to this. 

Harry opened his mouth, ready to retort, but Tom’s lips pushed against his and
only a small gasp came out.

Tom’s hand moved down to his neck and the ghost moved closer, making Harry
shiver as he felt the cold around him increase. “Stay…” Tom whispered as he
ended the kiss.

Harry opened his eyes, not even aware he had closed them. Tom was staring down
at him, a hunger in those eyes that could maybe never be satisfied. Part of
Harry wanted to stay, another part of him… felt terrified.

Something felt wrong… Tom moved his other hand up, cupping his head. Dark blue
eyes stared into his and Harry felt himself falling. Nothing was wrong,
everything was alright. “Don’t leave me alone.” Tom hissed out and Harry could
detect some anger in the other’s voice, but also something else that he
couldn’t quite place.

Harry didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t remain at Hogwarts, he was very much
aware of this. But he didn’t want to leave Tom alone either. “Can’t you… come
with me?” Harry asked in a soft voice, unsure if Tom was willing to leave this
place and room.

Harry felt Tom stiffen, the cold hands on his face growing rigid at his
question. “Do you think I would have remained in this room, if I could leave?”
Tom asked with a cold tone.

Harry shook his head. “I didn’t… Sorry…” Harry muttered. Tom seemed to relax
again.

Tom pulled back a bit and Harry listened as the ghost explained it. “I am bound
to this room, Harry. I cannot walk out the way you do. I can’t leave this
place.”

Tom sounded frustrated about this and Harry wondered what kind of death would
bind a person to a place like this. But if he thought about it, Myrtle didn’t
leave the lavatory much either. Though she never said she was stuck inside it.

Harry had the urge to ask, but didn’t. Not wanting to upset any more than he
already was, Harry changed the subject. “I have some Charms homework. Want to
help me?”

Tom sighed and smiled at him. “Let’s see it then.”

Harry returned his smile.  Glad that he managed to bring Tom out of his dark
mood or whatever it had been.
                           ------X------X-----X-----
One week later Harry went back into the classroom and before he had even pulled
his cloak of off him, he was roughly pushed against the door and demanding lips
were on his.
Since that first kiss, Tom had grown more demanding every time. Harry couldn’t
say he minded it. He liked kissing Tom just as much, though it still felt weird
at times. He didn’t even know it was possible to kiss a ghost.

Though all thought left him as Tom’s body caged his. The wood of the door
against his back felt warmer than Tom’s cold form, but still Harry felt himself
arching up against Tom.

The coldness increased and Harry gasped, as his eyes rolled back into his head.
His hands tightened against the wooden door, wanting, willing to pull Tom
closer. To touch the other just as much as Tom was touching him.

Tom placed a small gentle kiss on his neck making him shiver. Harry felt how
one of Tom’s hands held his hip, while the other touched his chest and stopped
at his stomach. When Tom stopped moving for a few seconds, Harry opened his
eyes, but they widened in shock as they saw the sight in front of him.

Tom’s hair was near his face, but it was more visible than ever before…
Carefully Harry moved his hands up, feeling strangely sluggish all of a sudden.
His hands trembled slightly as he placed them on top of Tom’s shoulders and the
ghost pulled back.

Harry stared, his mind reeling, because Tom was real… He was touching Tom’s
shoulders and Tom looked…. alive. He could see him as clear as another human,
not a mere ghost. Tom Riddle was not a ghost anymore.
Tom’s lips curved upwards in a crooked smile and Harry could feel his heart
pounding at the sight in front of him. Something wasn’t right… But all his
thoughts left him as Tom leaned closer and he could feel the other’s warm
breath fanning against his.

Tom’s hand shifted from his stomach up over his chest and the hand cupped his
face, while those dark blue eyes stared into green ones. “Thank you, Harry.” It
was nothing more than a soft whisper, before Tom’s lips clashed against his.

Harry’s reaction was instant, as he moved his hands up and tangled his fingers
into Tom’s hair, pulling the other against him. Tom let out a muffled laugh in
the kiss and pulled back, placing his forehead against Harry’s.

“Come with me?” Tom asked, dark blue eyes staring into his.

Harry opened his mouth, many questions still running through his mind. This was
impossible, wasn’t it? “How?” The word left his lips before he even fully
realised it.

Tom hummed softly and closed his eyes. “Your magical core. Every time I touched
you, I was seeping away some of it. I bet you feel a bit tired now, because I
actually took a lot right now. But I had a feeling that my form was becoming
more solid and I just couldn’t wait anymore.”

That answered Harry’s question, yet he didn’t even know something like this was
possible. As if reading his mind, Tom opened his eyes and pulled back a bit,
but never far. “Your magical core is similar to mine. I felt it the moment I
first touched you. I knew that I could use it.”

Harry shook his head. Part of him happy, because Tom was alive and here right
now… But another part of him felt wary and anxious, but also betrayed. “You
used me…” He accused him and Tom merely smiled at him.

Harry felt Tom’s thumb rub gently against his cheek, but something felt off… It
was as if all of Tom’s gestures and words had lost their meaning. Because if
this is what Tom had been planning from the very start… Then Harry didn’t mean
anything to him, other than a way to come back alive.

Unbidden tears flowed from his eyes and Harry felt numb. He simply couldn’t
feel elated or happy at all. Tom moved closer, their chests touching and he
could feel it. A heartbeat that wasn’t his, but was beating in sync with it.

Tom’s lips gently brushed against his. “Don’t cry, Harry. You should feel
honoured, because never in my whole life did I desire someone. You are the
first,” A warm feeling went through him at Tom’s words. Tom smiled at him. “And
you belong to me now.”

Tom’s arms went around him and Harry lowered his head on top of the other’s
shoulder.

Harry wanted to voice his concerns. That he simply couldn’t leave Hogwarts in
the middle of the school year. That he still had exams and that his family and
friends should know about this. But it was as if his mouth wasn’t working and
his lips remained sealed shut.

The warm feeling deep inside of him increased and green eyes closed. “I will
take good care of you. You don’t need anyone else, Harry.” Tom whispered and
Harry believed him, after that he lost consciousness.
                            -----X-----X-----X-----
Groggily Harry shifted, feeling a hand move up and down his chest, naked chest.
Wanting to push that hand away and fall back asleep, Harry’s eyes shot open.
His hands were tied…

The first thing he saw however was Tom looming over him, his chest bared as
well. “Tom?” Harry gasped out, as he tried to move his hands once more, but
felt there were indeed tied. Glancing up he saw silk ropes tying him to a
headboard of the bed and felt something similar on his ankles.

“Good morning.” Tom said casually and Harry squirmed when Tom’s hand still kept
moving over his stomach and chest. He could feel his cock straining already
against the confines of his trousers and he blushed as he felt it.

Beyond kissing he had never experienced anything else and Tom’s soft touches
were awaking his desires and his erection was proof that his body enjoyed it.

Tom smirked at him and moved down, kneeling in between Harry’s spread legs and
he kept his eyes on Tom.

Tom’s hand shifted and Harry arched his back with a soft gasp, as sharp nails
crossed over his chest and stomach. Green eyes widened as he felt Tom’s hand
move even lower.

“Oh, already so hard and we barely even started.” Tom commented lightly and
Harry closed his eyes, turning his head away as he felt Tom’s hand cup his
clothed erection. He felt embarrassed and Tom must have noticed it as a soft
laugh echoed through the room and Harry’s hips bucked upwards as the hand
applied more pressure.

“Tom…” Harry gasped out, not entirely knowing what he was asking for. Did he
want Tom to continue? Or not? Tom hummed and Harry shivered as he felt lips
kiss his stomach and leave a wet trail upwards.
Those soft warm lips kissed his neck and Harry craned his neck as he exhaled
deeply. No, he didn’t want to stop this… The questions he still had could be
answered later on. Right now all his blood was going south, leaving him only in
need and his brain with almost no blood to think properly.

Tom’s hands moved down at his side, fingers lightly grazing his skin and Harry
felt goose bumps rise as he shivered. “So responsive you are.” Tom whispered
against his neck.

Harry felt his cheeks heat up at those words and he inwardly cursed. Tom’s
hands stopped at the waistband of his trousers and Harry moved his head, facing
the other. Dark eyes watched him hungrily. “Let me reward you, Harry. For
bringing me back you deserve to be rewarded and I know you desire me. I can see
it in your eyes.”

Harry couldn’t deny this. More times than not he had dreamt of this. Similar
situations in which Tom touched him or fucked him. Inside his dreams Tom felt
real, but now this wasn’t a dream anymore.

This was real and Tom’s body covering his felt better than anything Harry could
ever imagine. Tom slowly leaned down and Harry’s breath hitched as their lips
met, closing his eyes he savoured how their lips moved together. It was so
sweet and gentle and Harry’s heart felt like it was soaring.

Fingers unclasped his belt and opened his trouser and Harry wanted nothing more
than to have his hands free, so he could touch Tom as well. Moving down Harry
felt small kisses being placed against his jaw, neck, chest, stomach and near
his bellybutton.

Tom stopped there and Harry opened his eyes, craning his neck to look down.
Seeing that Tom was staring up at him as well and the wizard smirked. Harry had
no idea what Tom had seen or found out, but it was clear that he was pleased.

Tom shifted down even further, tugging Harry’s trousers down as well, while
placing a small kiss just above the edge of Harry’s briefs.  Harry’s hips
thrusted upwards as Tom placed his mouth over his clothed erection.

Even through the thin fabric of his underwear Harry could feel the warm mouth
latch around the underside of his erection.

Harry closed his eyes for one second, but opened then again, wanting to see
what Tom was going to do. Tom’s eyes were intense as he also watched him and
Harry bit his bottom lip when he felt how the wizard sucked the clothed tip
inside his mouth.

Harry’s hands strained against the bonds, as his body grew tense at the
pleasure that curled through him. Teeth nipped at his underwear and Harry’s
hips jerked as he gasped.
Tom got up, but instead of a mouth touching his dick, he felt a hand push
against it and Harry closed his eyes, head rolling sideways. His hips moving up
and down as Tom’s hand touched him.

Harry let out a low moan and his toes curled. “God… Tom, please.” This wasn’t
enough to push him over the edge. It felt good, better than his own hand, but
still he wanted those sinful fingers, or Tom’s lips, to wrap around his
erection.

Tom merely hummed and only kept rubbing him, ignoring his silent pleas for
more. Harry panted and soft whispers of Tom’s name left his lips.

“I bet I can make you come like this, even if you don’t think you can.” Tom
said and Harry wanted to curse him.

“Please, more,” Harry panting out while he kept thrusting his hips. Tom
chuckled and Harry let out a frustrated groan as he felt Tom’s hand stop
moving. “Tom!” He groaned.
“Go ahead. If you want to come, go ahead.” Tom said and Harry saw an amused
gleam in the other’s eyes.

Balling his hands into fists Harry started to move his hips faster, creating
some friction against his cock. Tom’s hand still didn’t move however and Harry
quickened his pace, not caring that his muscles started complaining after some
time. He wanted, no needed, to come.

Harry’s heels digged into the soft mattress as his head fell backwards.
“Please, please, please.” Harry kept moaning and begging.
 
For Harry it took way too long until he finally felt the first stirring of an
upcoming orgasm. By then his body was covered slightly in sweat and his
breathing was irregular. His muscles were protesting a bit, but Tom was being
an utter bastard and despite his pleading had not moved his hand at all.
Leaving Harry to do all the work if he wanted to achieve his orgasm.

Harry let out a loud moan as he finally felt his balls tighten and the coil
inside him ready to snap. Just as quickly however Tom’s hand disappeared and
the much needed friction to push him over the edge with it.

“Fuck!” Harry cried as his hips thrusted upwards, but only meets air. Green
eyes opened in a glare as he looked at Tom, who sat there, smiling so
innocently. “Tom!” Harry groaned out.

“Yes, Harry?” Tom questioned and Harry quivered as one of Tom’s hands trailed
his inner thigh. “We are not finished yet and I will make sure that you get
what you want.” The wizard promised him, but it still left Harry frustrated as
his body calmed down and the feeling of an orgasm slowly ended.

Harry wanted to retort, but only a gasp came out as suddenly he felt magic wash
over him and he was completely naked. Looking at the other wizard, Harry
noticed that Tom was naked as well. And Harry shivered as the taller wizard
moved and then hovered over him.

“I can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?” Tom asked softly and Harry
noticed that up close, Tom’s pupils were dilated. Taking a quick glance down in
between their bodies, Harry saw what he already felt. Tom’s hard cock was
against his.

Tom leaned completely down, leaving no space in between their bodies and
Harry’s eyes closed with a soft moan as Tom’s hips rocked against his. Harry
moved closer and crushed his lips against Tom’s, feeling the other wizard groan
lowly as the kiss intensified.

Tom’s tongue quickly crept inside his mouth, licking and touching everything.
Devouring him, Harry’s mind supplied. Tom’s fingers wrapped around their cocks,
as far as he could wrap his fingers around them and started to stroke them.

Tom broke the kiss and blue eyes stared down at him as Harry moaned at the
feeling of another cock against his and that hand that was slowly stroking
them. “Don’t you dare come. Because even if you do I will not stop.”

Harry nodded breathlessly, but wondered if he would be able to stop it at all.
Tom’s breath fanned against his face and Harry knew that his heavy breathing
must be fanning Tom’s. It all felt too good. It was too much. He had been near
an orgasm just a few moments ago and his body was slowly approaching it again.
“Tom.” Harry groaned as he strained against the ropes tying him down. Tom’s
lips curved upwards and the hand around their cocks sped up, making Harry moan.
“Tom!” Harry moaned out as he closed his eyes and started shaking his head.

Desperately he tried to keep his orgasm at bay, but his body wasn’t listening
to his mind and it didn’t take long as sperm coated their cocks, his chest and
Tom’s hand which indeed didn’t stop moving for even one second.

Harry moaned, which turned in screams as he thrashed. His orgasm ended and the
pressure around his prick started to become more painful than pleasurable.
Words left his mouth, pleas which Harry was unaware of, but Tom didn’t stop at
all.

Harry tried closing his legs, but that was impossible as his ankles were
keeping them spread wide. He tried to move up, to get Tom off of him, but was
also unable.

Tom was relentless and Harry squirmed in the bonds as he heavily breathed, eyes
closed tightly. He didn’t want anything to touch his sensitive member right
now, but Tom just didn’t stop.

Tom laughed and Harry felt lips kiss his neck as slowly the hand stopped
moving, giving Harry the rest his body craved.

“Beautiful.” Tom whispered against his sweaty skin. Harry blinked his eyes
open, feeling how drained he was and how his body was trembling. Tom however
didn’t care and Harry flinched as he suddenly felt a finger prod at his
asshole.

Harry’s eyes met Tom’s as the finger pushed in and they were coated in
something slippery… Semen.

“Tom, what…” Harry got out. His voice sounding hoarse now, because of the
moaning, screaming and pleading he had done.

“Shh, relax.” Tom whispered and Harry tried to relax as the finger moved in
even deeper. It felt weird and if his face wasn’t already flushed, Harry was
certain that he would be turning quite red now.

“Ohh…” Harry gasped as the finger started to move in and out. The strange
feeling remained, because nothing should be in there… Harry just closed his
eyes, trusting Tom to know what he was doing. Though he did stiffen when he
felt a second finger push inside slowly after some time.

Harry winced and the movements stopped. A hand tugged at his balls, making
Harry cry out as his eyes shot open. “Keep your eyes open. I want to see them.”
Tom ordered and Harry felt himself unable to deny him.
Harry kept his eyes fixed upon Tom as the fingers inside him moved deeper and
started to stretch him open. Tom’s gaze was intense and filled with desire. And
it felt good; it felt so great to be desired by someone. Someone like Tom.

All his worries seemed non-existent in this moment and Harry could forget about
Hogwarts, his friends, his family. ‘Come with me.’ The words echoed through his
mind and Harry realised that Tom had wanted him to truly come with him.

Tom wanted him… The other wizard hadn’t just used him to gain a body. No, this
gaze told Harry everything. Tom Riddle wanted him and it left Harry breathless
to know that a genius like Tom wanted him.

‘I will take good care of you. You don’t need anyone else, Harry.’ Such poison
filled words, because Harry’s friends and family always meant everything to
him. But it had changed when he got closer to Tom. His whole world had shifted,
placing Tom number 1 and all the others far underneath. How had that happened?
How deep had he fallen in love with the ghost and being unaware of it?

Harry gasped as Tom’s fingers brushed against his prostate, stopping all his
thoughts. His body shivered, still sensitive from his orgasm mere minutes ago.
Tom however kept pushing his fingers against the bundle of nerves.

Harry thrusted his hips upwards, eyes briefly closing as the fingers shifted in
deeper. A breathy gasp left him as he felt how Tom pulled the two fingers
almost all the way out and a third finger touched the rim next to them.

Tom whispered something and Harry felt the slick-covered digits move in. Tom
took his time in preparing him and Harry’s cock started to harden with every
touch against his prostate.

As Harry felt the fingers being pulled out completely, he couldn’t stop a small
whine from escaping him and he grew embarrassed at the wanton sound he made.
Tom however chuckled and loomed over him, kissing him.

Harry kissed back and stiffened for one second when he felt the tip of Tom’s
cock against his hole. Relaxing his body completely, Tom ended the kiss as he
whispered softly. “Don’t be embarrassed. I want to hear you moaning, begging,
pleading, and screaming.”

Harry bit his bottom lip as he felt the head being pushed in. Green eyes closed
at the slight pain. Tom is big, no doubt about that. Feeling the magic wash
over him, Harry felt the ropes around his ankles and wrists disappear and
immediately he wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, pushing the wizard in
deeper, to which both groaned.

His arms went also around Tom, pulled him closer, nails raking over Tom’s back.
Tom stilled and they laid there, entwined in the most intimate way. And Harry
didn’t want to be anywhere than here. With Tom, being fucked by him.

“Move.” Harry gasped as he shifted his hips, impaling himself even deeper. Tom
pulled back out slowly and then thrusted in hard. Harry’s grip at the other
tightened and Tom laughed softly. The sound sounded like music in his ears.

It felt like his heart was beating out of his chest and the words he wanted to
say got out before he even realised it. “I love you.”

Silence filled the room and Tom didn’t move. Harry couldn’t see the other’s
face as it was buried against his neck. “Love?” Tom’s voice sounded soft and
Harry almost didn’t catch it.

Harry opened his mouth, ready to deny this. Because how long had he known Tom?
A few months and here he was, declaring his love to the wizard…

Tom pulled back so that he could look at Harry.

Harry couldn’t read Tom’s face, as it was entirely blank. “I think I love you
too.” Tom admitted softly and as the words sink in, Harry never felt happier. A
bright smile appeared on his face and Tom smiled back at him.

Leaning down Tom kissed him and Harry buried his fingers in Tom’s sleek hair as
slowly Tom started to move again. The hard cock moved inside of him, making him
groan softly into the kiss. It felt so different now. Because they both
admitted to loving each other. This wasn’t just fucking anymore. It felt like
lovemaking.

Harry felt how Tom snaked a hand in between them and started pumping his cock.
Harry’s moans increased and he broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became
too much.

His moans sounded loud in the room, together with the slapping of skin and the
bed creaking underneath them. Tom’s pace increased and Harry cried out as he
felt the tip brush against his prostate with nearly every thrust.

Tom got up and Harry’s eyes opened as he felt how the wizard moved his legs,
placing them on Tom’s shoulders as the cock buried himself deeper inside when
Tom pushed forward. The wizard bends him in half as he kissed him again.

“Touch yourself.” Tom breathed against his lips and Harry obeyed, moving his
hand towards his erection and slowly started to stroke it.

Tom’s hands landed on Harry’s thigh, keeping him from shifting away as Tom
fucked him. “Faster…” Harry moaned out and Tom obliged, fucking him faster and
as deep as possible.

The bed creaked louder, but both ignored as they neared their climax and Harry
kept his eyes fixed upon Tom. Wanting to see the other come undone.

Harry saw it, the moment as Tom’s hips stilled, his cock buried deep inside
him. Tom’s grip on his thighs tightened and those blue eyes closed in pure
bliss. Tom’s mouth open in a silent moan and Harry kept tugging on his cock and
came quickly, coating his stomach and chest in even more semen.

Tom opened his eyes and looked down at him, smiling softly. His legs were
released and Harry relaxed his body as Tom kissed him. “Go to sleep, Harry.”

Green eyes closed, feeling very tired all of a sudden Harry felt himself unable
to fight against it. “You belong to me now.” Tom’s whispered followed him as he
fell asleep and worries of his friends and family were at that moment the least
of his concern.  
                            -----X-----X-----X-----
Tom gazed down at the other teen. His hands softly trailing over the warm
stomach and chest that were cleaned with a spell. He had made some mistakes in
the past, but he would learn from them.

And Albus would curse the day he tried to exorcism him. Multiple times the old
headmaster tried and sometimes he even got close, but no matter what Tom held
on to the space which bound him. That stupid classroom…

More than 50 years was he stuck in there, seeing students enter and taunt him,
or mock him. At first, he believed Harry to be the same, but when the green-
eyed wizard promised he would be back, Tom realised that Harry was different.

He realised he could use this. Harry’s magical core was so similar to his own.
It was so easy to seep away some power and Harry was unaware of it happening.
It was so easy to fool the teen. 

A grin appeared on his face as his hand moved upwards and cupped Harry’s cheek.
Harry was breathing regular now and fast asleep. So innocent and yet so tainted
now. Mere whispers of longing, mere lies of love and the teen believed it all.

Tom lay down next to the sleeping body and closed his eyes with a content
smile. He was alive and free. For now, he would relish in this. But soon, very
soon Albus Dumbledore would pay and after that he would still change this
world.

This time with Harry at his side. He would teach the teen everything, corrupt
him even more. Turn this foolish light wizard into a dark wizard, worthy of
standing next to him.

And maybe… maybe he would still create a horcrux. He just needed to be sure and
make no mistakes… the pain of having his whole soul torn from his body wasn’t
something he wanted to experience twice.

No, this time he would split his soul better and actually create a horcrux.
After that, he would conquer Wizarding Britain. But why stop there? He could
conquer the whole world. After all, power was all he needed and surely together
with Harry, he could change the world forever.

Tom tightened his grip on the other wizard, unwilling to ever let him go. And
soon Harry would realise that he didn’t need those foolish friends or his
family. Tom would show him that Harry only needed him.
Chapter End Notes
     Currently I have 6 other stories for this challenge that I have been
     working on(some even close to being finished), but since time or my
     inspiration seems to slip away, I have no idea when they will be
     posted. But I just want to add this to let everyone know that I am
     working on them when I am able.
End Notes
     Every story might happen in another universe, others will be magical
     and some will not be. I am open for any suggestions and please don’t
     shy away from sending any kinks you want to read :). Either through
     my Tumblr, mail and or in the comments. I will see what I can do with
     it then :)
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