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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange,
      Voldemort, Hermione_Granger, Minerva_McGonagall
  Additional Tags:
      Male_Slash, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Harrymort_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 13 of Serpent_&_Snitch_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-19 Words: 3145
****** Hogwarts Morning ******
by HecatesKiss
Summary
     The Dark Lord visits Hogwarts and Harry gets ideas...
Notes
     I do not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. Not Beta'd. Not making a
     Knut.
     As always... *bows her head* My Lord.
     NC - 17
     Underage ~ 17
     parseltongue
     Not Safe For Work Material
     Not Beta'd
      
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     Due to infringement Issues with another site, this fic may eventually
     become locked to members only. Just a warning.
     No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted,
     without the prior written consent of the author.~ dated 27-08-2014
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Harry smiled when pale fingers squeezed his own slightly. He looked to his
left, where the Dark Lord glided like an attentive shadow. Harry drew a slow
breath as he turned his gaze back towards where Hogwarts castle rose against
the morning sky.
“I am glad that the castle stands, my little one.” The Dark Lord murmured.
Harry nodded and sighed as the man let go of his hand as the passed through the
gates. Any light heartedness that had been in existence on the walk up from
Hogsmeade had evaporated. Harry knew now that the five of them - himself, the
Dark Lord, Lucius, Bella, and Severus - were now all on high alert for an
attack. 
Harry squinted and peered through the early morning glare. There was a group
standing on the steps, waiting for them. Harry counted and noticed they were a
person heavy, but he also recognized Flitwick standing on the steps, so knew
that slight advantage was negated.
“Only cast if they start it.” Harry muttered. He heard Severus snort.
“Minerva will not endanger the students by hexing the Dark Lord, or you,
Potter.”
Harry merely shook his head and flexed his fingers. They were all a little on
edge. Harry caught sight of Mr. Weasley as part of the greeting contingent and
tipped head head down slightly. The man returned the gesture. Harry met the
frozen stare of the Headmistress and squared his shoulders, chin coming up.
“Easy, my little one.”
“I was of her House, my Lord. I can read her.” Harry returned, not taking his
eyes from the woman even as he responded.
“You requested a visit. You will be accompanied by a monitor at all times, the
same as if you were a visiting school governor. I’m certain Mr. Malfoy can
inform you of that.”
“Of course, Headmistress.”
Harry leaned back into the Dark Lord, feeling rage spike briefly. Harry hadn’t
expected to be able to wander freely, not with Voldemort also having come as
party to this impromptu visit. Long pale fingers glided through his hair.
“As it is nearly lunch, your party is welcome to dine with us.” The woman
pressed her lips firmly together with a disapproving frown, the offer obviously
made out of necessity and protocol and not true welcome.
“I thank you, Headmistress. We graciously accept the offer.” Voldemort
responded before he let his hand slip from Harry’s hair.
 
* * *
Harry ignored the stares and whispers  and only grumbled good naturedly when
the Dark Lord fixed Harry’s plate and then prodded him to eat. He shook his
head slightly and opened his mouth. A forkful of crisp green beans was slipped
inside. Harry glared while the Dark Lord smirked and offered a bit of steak
next.
Being hand fed by the man was nothing new to Harry. It always seemed to happen
whenever he seemed uninterested in food, or too nervous to eat. He kicked
Severus under the table when the man failed to suppress a snicker.
“Severus, it is the duty of any Lord to care for his Consort.” The Dark Lord
drawled. Harry opened his mouth to protest and was met with a forkful of steak
before he could get a syllable out. He frowned and chewed, and for good
measure, kicked his former professor again. The man winced.
Harry grabbed for the black goblet that sat next to his plate, emblazoned with
the Slytherin crest. He leaned away from the fork of waiting greenery and took
a deep drink of the pumpkin juice held within. No sooner did he swallow than he
was met with green beans. Harry reached for the fork, eyes narrowed.
The Dark Lord relinquished the utensil and Harry started eating with a mulish
glare. A definite smirk lurked around the Malfoy Lord’s lips and Bella’s eyes
shone with mirth. Harry huffed and stabbed his steak.
The Dark Lord merely sipped from his own goblet. Harry glanced at it curiously,
for he had recognized the place settings as the ones they all used while in
Riddle Manor. He blinked when the Dark Lord offered Harry a sip. Harry sniffed
delicately and shook his head. He knew the scent of the man’s favorite pinot
noir from the Malfoy vineyards.
Harry’s plate was two thirds of the way clear when the Headmistress rose from
her chair and approached the podium. Harry swallowed his bite of steak and
leaned back as he picked up his goblet. The plate and other utensils vanished.
All the plates of the Dark Lord’s contingent vanished as well. Harry’s goblet
remained, he figured it was because he had his hands on it. He drained it and
then set it down. he watched it vanish without a sound.
“Student and Staff of Hogwarts School, as I am sure you have noticed our lunch
guests, the Dark Lord and his retinue. They are here to view the school and may
drop in on a class while it is in session.”
Harry blinked, realizing that he had just been lumped in as part of the Dark
Lord’s retainers.
“And yes, Mr. Potter has accompanied the Dark Lord as part of his group. I ask
all students and staff to leave  them alone and continue about your business.
Madam Hooch will be accompanying them, as well as Professor Sinistra and Auror
Shacklebolt.”
Harry reached out and took the goblet when the Dark Lord pressed it into his
hands. He knew there was a refilling charm on the black crystal, and watched as
the man rose, crimson eyes glittering. Harry rolled his eyes when there were
hissed in breaths and minor shrieks as the man pulled his wand.
“I, the Dark Lord Voldemort, swear on my magic not to cause harm to the
students and staff of Hogwarts School while on Hogwarts Grounds.”
Harry listened to the wording of the oath and heard both Lucius and Severus
snort softly. Harry lifted an eyebrow and sniffed again at the wine. He
shrugged slightly and took a sip. He grimaced and passed the goblet back when
the Dark Lord sheathed his wand and reached for it with his wand hand. Harry
let go of the goblet and got to his feet. Lucius and Severus rose with him.
Bella had stood when the Dark Lord did.
“Severus?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you the same thing Voldemort told Lucius for me. Watch his
back.” Harry’s green eyes were somber and completely serious. The Potions
Master bowed his head.
“As you wish.”
“He is my life.” Harry returned, flexing his left hand, letting the Slytherin
marked emerald flash.
Harry reached with his right hand for the Dark Lord’s left. The man slid his
fingers between Harry’s own and nodded. Harry glanced down at his ring and
smiled. Harry then looked up and over at the Slytherin table deliberately. He
watched as every head bowed under his gaze.
 
* * *
Harry was content to be tugged along, observing quietly as they moved from
class to class, their minders tense and wary. He turned his face up, and the
Dark Lord lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips before he
straightened and gestured for Harry to precede him into the room.
They tucked themselves into a corner of the classroom, Harry standing in the
Dark Lord’s embrace, leaning back against the man as they listened to the
argument.
“-- still say that a crucio cannot be held for more than half an hour at a time
without it draining the wizard.” Hermione argued.
Professor Carson shook her head. Harry arched an eyebrow when Lucius shuddered
and Severus blanched. He looked back at the Dark Lord when the man sighed in
aggravation.
“She’s yours. Granger, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Granger? It is more than possible to hold that Unforgivable for an hour
without pause. I have done so in the past. It is simply a matter of
power. Imperio on the other hand takes far less power to do so.” Voldemort took
a sip from the goblet he still held in his wand hand. His serpentine tongue
flicked out briefly.
Every eye fixed on the back corner of the room where Harry leaned against the
Dark Lord. Harry blinked for a moment as he noticed Bellatrix tense on his
right side. He sighed and hissed.
“Bellatrix?”
The woman’s attention snapped to him. Harry merely held her eyes for a few
moments. She bowed her head and calmed.
“Yes, Little Lord.”
The Dark Lord nuzzled into his hair. Harry felt the brief curve of lips against
his head. He hummed slightly when the left arm tightened around his waist.
“How bad is the cruciatus, really, Harry?” Hermione asked, fixing her gaze onto
the young man. Harry sighed and wiggled slightly. The Dark Lord let him step
free of the embrace.
“Hurts like a bitch? Feels like every muscle in your body is being ripped
apart. And your blood feels like it is on fire. Your skin feels like it is
being sliced slowly away from muscle with a red hot knife.” Harry shuddered and
lifted his wand hand to rub at his left arm. He automatically leaned back into
the cold fingers when a hand wrapped around the nape of his neck and rubbed
gently against the skin.
“I won’t say I’m sorry for that.”
“I know.”
Students stared, several shuddered. Lucius and Severus had both flinched when
Harry started talking, Lucius eyes glued to the Dark Lord’s wand hand, watching
for the instant the goblet was dropped and a wand was pulled. With the Dark
Lord again absorbed in his consort, both the current and former Death Eaters
relaxed. Bella giggled slightly, insane amusement lighting her gaze.
“Bellatrix.” Both men hissed together. She paled and bowed her head.
“Severus?”
Severus’ attention snapped to the Dark Lord when his name was called in
parseltongue.
“Sir?”
“What was my favoured curse during my first rise?”
“Sir?”
“As punishment for disobedience?”
Severus blanched and his hands balled into fists. “You preferred a blood
boiling curse, sir.”
“And the reason I swapped over to the cruciatus?”
“You never said, sir. However, if one is allowed to speculate…” Severus trailed
off, waiting either for an agreement to continue or a motion forbidding him, he
took the slightly lifted goblet as motion to continue, “It would seem
that cruciatus creates less damage to the physical body, though care must be
taken with the mind.”
“Correct. It involves an intimate knowledge of the mind, magic, and the human
body. I knowexactly how far I can risk holding the curse before a mind snaps
under the strain” The Dark Lord licked his lip, forked tongue peeking out.
Severus shuddered and tipped his head.
“You used it my fourth year to try and get me to bend. Just made me more
stubborn.” Harry turned as he hissed out the words.
Students gaped in shock when the Dark Lord laughed and let go of his goblet. It
vanished before it hit the floor. Lucius and Bella automatically sank to the
ground, as did every Slytherin Death Eater child in the room. Even Severus
bowed his head. Somebody whimpered in terror when cold pale hands cradled
Harry’s face and that red eyed visage bent forward. Lips slanted firmly over
Harry’s mouth.
Harry shivered and smirked when the Dark Lord lifted his head and his nostrils
flared briefly even as his crimson gaze burned. Harry slipped his wand hand
into the Dark Lord’s left and nodded briefly to Ron and Hermione before he
flicked the “no follow” Order sign to Severus who nodded shortly. He saw
Kingsley stiffen but he ignored that fact and tugged the Dark Lord from the
room, leaving a stunned group of Seventh Years behind them.
“We’ve got probably a five second head start. Portrait of Arvas the Arrogant?”
“What?” The Dark Lord looked at him blankly. Harry shook his head and yanked.
The man followed and Harry dragged him through a portrait.
“The Professors most likely know about this one, so be quick.” Harry said,
picking up his pace to a quick jog.
“What are you…”
“Second floor. Girl’s Washroom.” Harry hissed. The Dark Lord hummed, suddenly
very interested in following his boy.
 
* * *
Harry grinned when he saw the door to Salazar’s Library; however, the Dark Lord
firmly tugged him past the door to the room he’d spent several hours reading
in. Harry followed, for he’d not explored as much down here, really preferring
not to come nose to tongue with the potential for another large serpent.
The Dark Lord flung open a door he’d not realized lay behind a serpent hanging
and Harry stumbled through the opening, tripping on the threshold.
Pale green fire, similar to an active floo leapt to life from the torches.
Harry blinked at the massive green and gold canopy bed.
“It’s a feather tick mattress.” The older man said before he kicked the door
shut and grabbed his betrothed. Harry sucked in a shocked breath. A quick
little spell in parseltongue and Harry was lying on green velvet and gaping as
both his and the Dark Lord’s clothing melted away. He groaned when Voldemort
crawled easily into the oddly flexing mattress.
Harry moaned when spell-warmed hands traced over his skin, feeling almost hot.
He yelped when that tongue flicked out over sensitive flesh just behind his
right ear. He groaned when teeth fastened onto an earlobe and that tongue
flicked mercilessly over the captured flesh. Harry panted and arched his hips.
The Dark Lord released his ear and grinned. “Always wanted to…”
“In your Founder’s bed?” Harry asked in parseltongue. The Dark Lord shuddered.
Harry yelped when the cleaning spell struck without warning and squirmed, hips
arching again. He flinched when spell slicked fingers nudged his legs apart.
Sucking in a breath, he realized the older man was impatient, probably because
they both knew they had very limited time without the entire castle raising a
hue and cry to track them down. Harry picked his feet up and placed them flat
on the velvet, wiggling slightly at the feel.
Harry grit his teeth against the slight burn as the first finger slid into him,
withdrew and then slid back in. He shook his head slightly when the older man
asked if he should stop. Harry bit his lip when a second finger was added.
Harry blinked away the sting of tears. He realized just how much he preferred
the stuff Severus brewed to spelled lubricant when the Dark Lord slicked
himself and slid a little roughly into him.
Harry did turn his face away as he adjusted to the suddenly full feeling and
the rigid body suspended above his own. He turned his face to the Dark Lord’s
seeking gaze. “I’m fine. This... is just...uncomfortable.”
“I--”
“Just… slow.” Harry gritted out. Voldemort leaned forward and pressed a gentle
kiss to the soft lips, lapping gently at the corner of his mouth to taste the
salt of his tears. Harry flushed and buried his fingers in the velvet, waiting
for the older man to move.
Harry wriggled when the man did move, spelling more lubricant into place with a
growled word and a short thrust. He arched into the move as just the right
amount of friction was achieved. The Dark Lord slid back and smirked when the
younger man below him whined.
“Little One?”
“Over?”
“Hmm?” The Dark Lord paused, tipped his head to the side and then
caught something of the idea, for he slid easily from the younger man’s body
and lay back on the bed, lifting both hands, beckoning Harry forward.
Harry rolled onto his hands and knees, cat-like in the way he moved forward. He
crawled over the prone figure of the Dark Lord and parted his thighs before he
reached down and back, letting his fingers play across the slick head before he
sank himself partially onto the man, paused, rose slightly and then sank down
further.
Harry grinned when the Dark Lord cursed and raised his knees, helping stabilize
Harry as he moved. “Good idea.”
“Torture.”
“Good idea.” Harry denied before he took a slow breath and let himself sink
down fully. He watched crimson eyes glaze as pale hands braced his hands,
fingers interlocking. Quidditch toned thighs helped Harry rise and he let his
weight sink the man deep. He sucked in a breath, loving how it felt. He rolled
his hips forward and back. He watched the man bite back a moan, so he did it
again. The Dark Lord shuddered beneath him, hips driving up.
Harry moaned. The Dark Lord felt even bigger in this position. Harry shifted
and rotated his hips slightly. The choked curse from below caused him to smile.
He rotated his hips as he rose and sank, adjusting to the feeling. He groaned
when those spell warmed hands let his own go and then grabbed his hips. He
sighed as those hands jerked him down as the older man thrust up into him.
“Oh. Oh. So… ooh.” Harry managed as his body tightened.  He reached back and
braced his hands on the Dark Lord’s knees, balancing himself so that he could
maintain a steady pace.
Harry looked down and watched as bloodied eyes darkened with lust and need each
time he slid fully down on the Dark Lord, feeling the man’s smooth balls nestle
against his cheeks. He panted and wiggled.
Voldemort bared his teeth and hissed, rocking his hips up to meet Harry. Harry
rose and fell, rotating his hips and clenching internal muscles. He felt the
man twitch inside him and he took a steadying breath, fighting his own body to
stave off the impending orgasm, wanting the Dark Lord to find his pleasure
first.
The Dark Lord tipped his head back, neck arching as he swore, arching violently
up. Harry cried out, fingers tightening down on the older man’s knees as the
Dark Lord faltered and spilled, body pouring himself into tightly gripping
heat. Harry felt his own pleasure trigger as Voldemort lost himself to the
feeling.
Harry panted, blinked and carefully lifted himself. He winced when Voldemort
slipped from him, hating that loss. He shifted to the side and let himself
fall, feeling as though he’d been hit with a bone dissolving hex. He curled
easily into the side of cool flesh, smiling slightly against a pale neck.
 
* * *
"No, you useless, idiot Auror! I do not know where those two slipped off to.
However, given their propensity to shag like bunnies whenever the mood strikes
them... I highly doubt they are plotting anything nefarious." Severus spat.
Harry blushed and ignored the smug serpentine grin that was gracing the Dark
Lord's face.
“Is there an issue, gentlemen?” The Dark Lord asked, crimson eyes glinting with
amusement, the rest of his face bland. Lucius was intently studying the floor
while Severus merely sighed.
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