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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Harry_Potter, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Slash_sex, Sexual_Content, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Romance
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-06-02 Words: 2175
****** Their Last Hope ******
by HeadGirl91 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     He was the Order's last hope. Voldemort knew it. They knew it, Harry
     knew it.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
This is my first attempt at writing a proper slash scene. Please be brutally
honest and tell me what you think.
It was the middle of the final battle; the battle people had been waiting for,
for years. By the end of the day, the battle would be won, by one side or the
other.
“Harry Potter.”
The words were spoken softly, but everyone in the Great Hall heard them. Red
eyes met green, and everyone paused in the middle of their fighting. The Order
held their breaths. The Death Eaters tried to conceal their grins.
“Hello Tom.”
Until then, Harry had not been participating in the battle at all. The Order
had told him to stay out until he was absolutely needed. They needed him to
kill Voldemort when the time came. They knew the Death Eaters wouldn’t touch
Harry... That would be their Lord’s job. Harry had just been leaning
nonchalantly against the wall, watching the battle go on.
Now, he pushed away from the wall and walked across the hall. All the people
parted to let him past. As he walked by, several people nodded their heads,
surreptitiously. He smiled. Soon it would all be over. He wouldn’t have to keep
living as he had been. Nothing could stop him from doing whatever he wanted to
do.
He came to a stop in front of the Dark Lord. He had changed in appearance a
lot, in the last three years. He had lost the snake-like appearance, gaining
one that made him look like an older version of the Tom Riddle Harry had met in
the Chamber of Secrets... How he would have looked if all of the re-birth stuff
had never happened.
They just stood there, gazing at each other.
That is, until two voices yelled from one side, “Oh, just get on with it!”
Harry and Tom both whirled around to glare at the two witches. Ginny and
Bellatrix shrugged and grinned. Harry turned back to Tom, eyebrows raised.
Shall we?
We shall.
They finished the distance between them in two quick strides. They were almost
nose to nose. Soon, even this distance was gone as Tom lowered his head and
caught Harry’s lips with his.
The silence in the hall was deafening.
None of the Order could believe their eyes. Their only thought was... When did
this happen?
X X X
When did it all happen?
For Harry, it all began when Sirius died. There was nobody left in the world
that cared about him. Ron and Hermione only liked him because he was the boy-
who-lived. Dumbledore only wanted to use him as a puppet; it was all about
destroying Voldemort, Harry’s well-being didn’t matter. Remus was so busy
grieving over Sirius by drinking himself into an early grave that he didn’t
seem to realise that there are other people who would miss him too.
Harry came to him that summer, begging to be killed. He wanted to die, but did
not have the strength to do it himself.
Voldemort just looked at the boy in front of him for a few moments before
turning him away, telling him to come back when he knew what her really wanted.
It took him nearly six months, but he decided.
He was only caught once. He thanked Merlin it was only Ginny that caught him.
Any of the others would have run straight to Dumbledore. Ginny just demanded to
be involved. Harry was much more careful after that.
Ginny and Bella became his best friends. Although it took quite a while for
Harry to trust Bellatrix, it all started with a single conversation.
X X X F L A S H B A C K X X X
“Harry?”
Harry looked up from the book he was reading to see Bellatrix in the doorway of
the Library at Riddle Manor, where he was spending Christmas, under the
pretence of staying with the Dursleys. She looked nervous. The two of them
hadn’t been left alone together since the Ministry, where Harry had tried to
crucio her after she killed his godfather.
“I’m not going to say that I’m sorry, and that he needn’t have died,” she
began. “I won’t cheapen his death or what we’re trying to achieve like that. I
know what he meant to you, and I am very sorry that he is not in your life
anymore.” Bella said honestly. She looked at the boy in front of her sadly.
“Remember him as he was, Harry. I will always remember him as the five-year old
that put itching powder in his own underwear by mistake.” She laughed.
Harry laughed with her.
“Thanks, Bella,” he said.
X X X E N D F L A S H B A C K X X X
Harry spent every possible moment at Tom’s manor since his defection to the
dark side. (He insisted upon the use of the name ‘Tom’. Harry and Ginny were
the only ones with that particular privilege.) Harry preferred it to spending
time with his fame-hungry ‘friends’, his power-hungry headmaster and his
alcoholic, depressed ‘Uncle’.
It was the summer before seventh year when everything between Harry and the
Dark Lord changed.
X X X F L A S H B A C K X X X
It was a Saturday. Harry had been seventeen for over a week now, and had been
fully taking advantage of being overage by using magic whenever he could.
Harry was in his room, practicing a parseltongue spell that Tom had taught him
from one of Salazar Slytherin’s journal, when he happened to glance up to find
Tom gazing at him from the other end of the room.
“Hi Tom,” He smiled. “I didn’t hear you come in. How long have you been there?”
Tom shrugged. “A while,” he answered. “I’ve been watching you work. Do you
realise it has been exactly a year since you first came to me?”
Harry realised it had. “So much has changed since then,” he reminisced.
Tom nodded. “Indeed.”
Harry put his book away. “It’s late,” he said. “I’d better get that dreamless
sleep potion from Snape before he goes home.”
Tom raised his eyebrows. “Dreams keeping you awake, Harry?” he asked.
Harry nodded. “More and more frequently, as of late. I can’t seem to think
hardly, at all during the day. I just keep thinking about...” He trailed off,
blushing.
Tom smirked and stepped closer to the teen. “Oh? What is it you are thinking
about?” He brought his hand up to caress Harry’s face. Harry’s breath caught in
his chest and his eyes fluttered shut. “/Is this what you dream about?/” He
hissed quietly in Harry’s ear, causing him to shiver in anticipation as the
harmony of the parseltongue washed over him. “/Or this?/” Tom’s thumb gently
brushed the teen’s soft, full lips. He then removed his thumb and covered
Harry’s lips with his own.
Tom... Harry spoke through the connection between them.
Tom smiled against Harry’s mouth. Yes, Harry? he sent back.
“/Touch me, you fool!/”
Tom grinned and complied, slipping his hand underneath Harry’s muggle t-shirt
and brushing Harry’s nipples very lightly with his fingertips. Harry hissed
between his teeth in response.
Tom grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it off of Harry completely,
throwing it to the floor carelessly and stepping back to admire the toned
muscles. Thank Merlin for Quidditch, he thought.
He was brought out of his thorough appreciation of Harry’s torso by a rush of
cool air. He looked down to see that all of his clothes were now missing and
glanced at Harry to see him now sporting a sheepish look.
“Sorry,” he apologised. His voice sounded breathy and not at all apologetic as
he looked the Dark Lord up and down, eyes lingering longer in certain places,
eyes aflame with desire. “I don’t seem to have grasped my control of wandless
magic yet. I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“Of course you are, my love,” smiled Tom amusedly. Tom likewise banished the
rest of Harry’s clothes.
“Say that again,” Harry sighed. He then moaned not a second later when Tom
began trailing kisses along his jaw and hit a sensitive spot on his neck.
“/Say what, my love?/” Tom hissed in Harry’s ear before nibbling on his
earlobe.
Harry didn’t get a chance to answer before Tom had moved and was now kissing
him with such passion he felt as if the world was spinning around him. His
hands reached up and his fingers tangled in Tom’s hair. Tom slid his hands down
the length of Harry’s back and over round buttocks, seemingly memorising the
shape of them with his hands, before lifting Harry up firmly but gently. Harry
compliantly wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist, bringing their aching hard
lengths into contact. They both moaned in appreciation. Tom walked towards
Harry’s bed and laid Harry down on softly, before climbing on himself and
settling between Harry’s legs.
“Call me... call me...” Harry tried to get his sentence out, but kept getting
cut off due to the fact that Tom had continued the path he had started earlier
and was kissing his way down Harry’s chest, stopping to lavish attention on
each nipple, flicking them gently with his tongue, first one, then the other.
“...your love,” Harry finally managed to finish.
Tom looked up from his task and met the penetrating green-eyed gaze. “You like
that, do you? You like it when I call you my love?” he said softly. Harry
nodded, and then gasped as he felt a slick finger breaching his entrance. Tom
leaned forwards and whispered in Harry’s ear. “That’s good because you are
mine, Harry Potter. No one else will ever kiss you like this-” He pressed his
lips against Harry’s in a way that was tender, yet still belied passion
underneath. “No one else will ever touch you like this-” His finger was now
pressed in as far as the second knuckle and he slipped a second in. Harry saw
stars as the finger met his prostate, arching his back and letting out a
strangled yell. “No one else will ever love you as I do.”
Harry kept his gaze on the older man, searching his face and finding nothing
but truth there. He tilted his head up and captured those teasing lips in a
tender kiss. The kiss deepened and Harry gasped into Tom’s mouth as a third
finger joined the other two and started a steady rhythm, in and out of the
tight channel, almost constantly hitting that spot that caused him to see
stars.
Just as Harry felt that he might come soon, he felt the removal of Tom’s
fingers and groaned at the loss. Then Tom spread Harry’s legs wider, pushing
them to his chest and Harry felt something bigger pressing into him. He hissed
in pain at the burn he felt, which caused Tom to pause and caress Harry’s cheek
softly.
“It’s okay,” Tom soothed. “I promise it will get better. It will feel so much
better.”
Harry nodded hesitantly and Tom moved again slowly until he was buried to the
hilt. He gave Harry a few moments to adjust to the feeling. Harry tilted his
hips and pushed back slightly, encouraging Tom to move, which he did.
Tom pulled out and slammed back in again, angling his thrust slightly so that
he was sure he would hit his lover’s prostate. He was rewarded with another
yell and did it again. He thrust in and out, quickly establishing a rhythm,
with Harry meeting him thrust for thrust. When he felt that Harry was
exceedingly close, he reached for his lover’s hard length and squeezed it
firmly, two, three times, causing Harry to come with a soft scream.
The contracting of Harry’s channel around Tom proved too much to bear as he
came with a shout of, “Harry!” and collapsed.
Tom quickly rolled off of his smaller lover so as not to hurt him and
wandlessly cast a cleaning charm.
“Love you,” Harry murmured sleepily as he snuggled closer to Tom’s warmth.
Tom smiled gently at Harry before kissing his hair softly and murmuring, “I
love you too, Harry.”
X X X E N D F L A S H B A C K X X X
The sound of two throats clearing forced Tom and Harry apart, slightly sheepish
at almost getting carried away in front of the two armies.
Harry addressed the Order. “You have lost. You have one hour to collect your
dead and leave this castle. Anyone who wishes to join us must undergo our
loyalty test. Anyone who does not must leave the wizarding world. There will be
no more fighting.”
The Order knew there was nothing else to do. This was Harry Potter. He had had
enough training in the last few years, on top of the magical power he already
had, to flatten them all within seconds without breaking a sweat.
The light side had truly lost. Their last hope was gone.
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