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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Content, Angst, Tragedy, Horror, Supernatural_-_Freeform
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-04-13 Words: 291
****** Mirror Mask ******
by Ariss_Tenoh
Summary
     Harry is afraid to look. What he sees may be a reflection of himself.
     [HP/LV]
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
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     Disclaimer: The author is in no way associated with J.K. Rowling and
     no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan
     effort and no profit is being made.
     Author's Note: Inspired by a certain scene during the Gof movie and
     written because a friend asked for it.
Fear. It slithers like a venomous snake around his insides to loop around his
neck and enter his body again through the back of his heart.
 
Harry's mind is a little dazed, a lot pained, and more than a little death
weighs on it.
 
Bound to a grave, bound to stone, bound by magic to his enemy, and now bound to
a bed in Riddle's decrepit house.
 
Harry closes his eyes, he tries really hard not to look at the man who was
slowly taking Harry's clothes off.
 
Harry closes his eyes, he tries not to look at the man kneeling between his
spread legs.
 
Harry closes his eyes, he tries really hard to ignore the mouth on his cock.
 
Harry closes his eyes, he tries really hard not to cry when he comes but he
fails.
 
Harry opens his eyes, and he thinks he doesn't need to try anything anymore.
 
The face that looks back at him now is....
 
"You... look like me," is the whisper of a little boy, long lost.
 
The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Voldemort; the names may vary but the
face staring back at him licking semen off its lips and smiling is more
familiar than his exotic titles.
 
Tom Riddle smiles, he's older than the one in the diary but Harry still
remembers. The smile is gentle, patronizing, and certainly full of pity. It
freezes Harry like a Basilisk's eyes.
 
Poor little Harry, Harry can almost hear the thought in Tom's head, who didn't
know about resurrection spells and bodily fluids.
 
Tom kneels on the bed, looming over Harry. He leans to whisper in Harry's ear,
his breath feels like the fleeting touch of a snake's tongue....
 
"In a way, I am you."
 
~To Be Continued ~
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