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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Lord_Voldemort, Albus_Dumbledore, James_Potter, Lily
      Potter, Neville_Longbottom
  Additional Tags:
      Drama, Action, Romance, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Alternate_Universe, Anal
      Sex, Blow_Jobs, Exhibitionism, Violence, Male_Slash, Non_Consensual,
      Consensual_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Forever_Game
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-30 Completed: 2012-11-22 Chapters: 38/38 Words: 81450
****** The Forever Game ******
by Jade_Tatsu
Summary
     “I do not trust whispered words overheard in a public place.” And now
     17 years later, that lack of trust has paid off, and the Dark Lord is
     screwing his mate into the mattress after being elected the Minister
     of Magic.
     Fic goes from the rise of the Dark Lord in the UK to show the rise of
     the Dark Lord and his Mate in the rest of the world. There is a plot
     in this... but there is a lot of porn as well. You've been warned.
Notes
     This fic started out with the thought 'I want to write more HV
     action'. Now, don't get me wrong, I love writing Weapon but it's plot
     heavy so the underlying thought was really, I want to write more
     smut, simpler smut as in more sex less plot. There was some thought
     of I wanted Voldemort to be a creature so he is. The thing was I
     really wanted to write the action and it started out great… then it
     got a plot. ARGH! I just can't let a fic go nice and easy without
     rational explanations for stuff… which means fic time for events that
     aren't smut! I've tried to keep them to a minimum, I really did so I
     hope the final product it okay. There are a few non smut chapters,
     but they fill out the back story which gives us a logical reason for
     the sex. They are scattered throughout.
     Thank you to Akira-sun and Kudzia for beta-ing
***** Courting *****
The Forever Game
Courting I
       The newly appointed Minister of Magic drove himself into the pliant body
beneath him. He especially enjoyed the soft cries of delight his actions were
drawing from the perfect mouth. He ground his hips forward and wrapped his arms
around his partner's body, pulling the young wizard up so that his back rested
against his chest. With one hand he reached around the youthful body to wrap
one hand around the straining cock as his other tweaked at the nipples. With
each pinch at a firm nipple he stroked his hand up and down.
       Each movement forward brought a melodious whine and after a few more
pleasurable thrusts the new Minister bent slightly and nibbled at the tip of
one ear before he whispered. "What do you want?"
       There was a gasp and his lover panted. "Please!"
       He licked where he had nibbled before and repeated his question. "What
do you want?"
       "Please, please! I need to cum!" Harry yelled.
       He laughed. "There now, Harry, my love, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He
laughed. The man known as the Dark Lord rolled himself and his beloved over so
that the young man was lying on top of him though he kept his arms wrapped
around his Harry. He stroked Harry's erection, abandoning his nipples as he
moved his other hand to rub and caress his balls.
       Harry leaned his head back, gasping as pleasurable waves of bliss spread
through him. He flexed his muscles doing his best to close his sphincter around
the cock inside him before he relaxed and repeated the motion. The Dark Lord
groaned into his ear and Harry smiled broadly. He loved that reaction, just as
he loved the feel of the Dark Lord inside him. He managed to get his feet
beneath him to raise himself up slightly so that he could move up and down on
the hard member that was impaling him.
       The man known to most of the Wizarding world as the Dark Lord Voldemort
was tonight tender and yet demanding. They had only made love this exuberantly
once before, on the night of Harry's seventeenth birthday, when he had come of
age. Not that their lovemaking wasn't usually tender and gratifying but there
was something different about tonight. The Dark Lord was unrestrained but
exceedingly careful not to hurt his destined mate. On the night of his birthday
the reason was obvious; their years of waiting had come to an end. That night
Harry had been nervous but also curious about how their relationship would
change though he needn't have worried. He'd known the Dark Lord all his life
and had known what that night would bring, it had been promised to him for as
long as he could remember and it was every bit as pleasurable as his beloved
had claimed it would be.
       That night, Voldemort had kissed and teased him, fingering him for what
felt like hours to prepare and relax him. But the red eyed man had done more
than that, he'd sucked, and nibbled, and licked, and pleasured Harry until he
was almost out of his mind with feeling. And then, and only then, when Harry
had begged him, when Harry had needed him, had the Dark Lord slowly, gently
penetrated him. And that had felt incredible! They had started out carefully
but as Harry had relaxed, as he had realized how good it felt, and they became
wilder and more energetic. Harry loved every minute of the excitement and the
feeling of fullness and he woke the next morning slightly sore but still
feeling the lethargy only sexual exhaustion could bring.
       It felt the same tonight. Harry had been working on his homework when
his lover had swept into the chambers they shared and immediately he could
sense Voldemort's need and desire. Something had happened today, something that
made the Dark Lord so very happy and in his happiness he wished to celebrate.
Harry didn't even know what it was because he found himself brushed off the
chair and practically thrown on to the bed. Not that he minded, having sex with
his beloved was definitely a better alternative to his homework and he'd
quickly moved around, rising to his knees on the soft mattress and wrapping his
arms around his lover as they kissed.
       He'd known in the instant that his lips touched his beloved that the
Dark Lord wasn't interested in going slow. Tonight he was demanding and Harry
quickly moved his hands towards the Dark Lord's groin to find him already
partially erect. Harry didn't worry about his clothes as he caressed and petted
the Dark Lord, running his hands over the older man's body through the robes he
had worn today. Harry smiled against the Dark Lord's mouth when he felt his
cloths vanished. His lover was sometimes so predictable and he felt arms wrap
around him so that the red eyed man's hands could kneed his buttocks. He was
pushed over on to his back as the Dark Lord raised one leg to climb on to the
bed. Harry bucked, flicking his legs out and wrapped them around his lover's
waist. It wasn't long before he felt the slight surge of magic and his arse
tingled as the magic took effect, cleaning and lubricating him for his
beloved's already engorged organ.
       It was only a moment later that one finger began probing his anus. Harry
giggled as the Dark Lord wriggled his digit around stretching him. It tickled
and as he threw back his head Voldemort swooped, alternating kissing and
nibbling his neck. A second finger joined the first and Harry moaned as he was
methodically stretched. As a third finger was added Harry quivered when his
mate deliberately brushed against his prostate that made him melt. He could
barely think around the explosion of pleasure that were coursing through him.
His cock rose, rock hard and he reached his hands for the Dark Lord's, stroking
that velvet covered member and rubbing it as much as he could. Voldemort was
insistent tonight, but Harry felt so good and as always he was amazed that he
could make such a powerful man lose so much control.
       Harry laughed as strong hands seized his hips and he was hauled upwards.
He wrapped his legs around the Dark Lord, looking up into burning red eyes that
consumed him. The Dark Lord's straining member pressed against his buttocks and
he leaned over, wrapping one arm around Harry's waist to hold him in place as
his other hand went to his cock to position it. Harry helped as much as he
could, keeping his legs firmly locked around the older man and his hands
wrapped around the Dark Lord's strong shoulders, his hands fisting in the black
hair as he tried to force the older man's head down to meet his own so they
could kiss.
       His beloved ran his cock head over Harry's opening a few times,
caressing the soft skin before he pressed it against the younger wizard's
sphincter and pushed in. The green eyed boy was stretched and ready but it was
always a shock with the intrusion before his mate deliberately hit that spot
and Harry saw stars.
       Voldemort let himself fall back slightly so that he stood at the edge of
the bed, his grip pulling Harry with him. Their bed was high but the Dark Lord
had made it that way so he could use his whole weight to pound into Harry's
young and willing body from this position. He held Harry's hips firmly and
after a few grinding motions he pulled back leaving just the head of his cock
in the tight warmth of his beloved before he plunged back in.
       The tiny gasp Harry made was music to Voldemort's ears and he bent
slightly as he continued to pump into the velvet warmth. The Dark Lord
swallowed all other cries as he locked his mouth to Harry's and his tongue
demanded entry. Harry was a soft pliant form beneath him, beautifully curved to
fit to his body as if they were one being. The green eyed boys sheath was hot
and it gripped his shaft tightly pulling him inside, deeper and deeper with
each thrust into Harry's core. Their closeness pressed Harry's erection between
them and the Dark Lord reached down to stroke it, even as his mate clawed at
his back.
       Today he had finally been appointed as the Minister of Magic. It was a
position he had coveted with his rise to power, but had initially decided to
avoid, preferring to control things from the shadows. As his mate had grown and
as his manipulations grew more daring he had realized he would need the rank.
There was only so much you could do through flunkies, no matter how well
controlled they were. He was pleased when the official announcement was made
and he had been required to speak with the flock of reporters. Though while his
mind had been detailing the plans he could now put in place, the greater part
of his attention was imagining how Harry would look beneath the Ministerial
desk, cherry red lips stretched around his prick. It could be taken as given
that very soon Harry would be accompanying him throughout the day. The Dark
Lord had had fifteen and a half years of forced abstinence while he waited for
his mate to grow old enough and one did so need the comfort of another before
the weight of responsibility ground one into nothingness.
       As he pounded into the tight hot passage he lost himself in the feel and
taste of Harry's body. The smell of his beloved's arousal was intoxicating and
he licked at the small form beneath him, loving the way Harry lifted himself
slightly to place butterfly kisses on his throat. The gesture was tender and
gentle despite the rough, frenetic nature of their lovemaking and Voldemort
half-closed his red eyes as he gazed down at the boy beneath him, remembering
how this had all begun.
 
***** Courting *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone who read and to those who gave kudos.
     Thank you to Kudzia for betaing.
     -blah- Parseltongue
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The Forever Game
Courting
       As Voldemort pounded into the tight hot passage he lost himself in the
feel and taste of Harry’s body. The smell of his beloved’s arousal was
intoxicating and he licked at the small form beneath him, loving the way Harry
lifted himself slightly to place butterfly kisses on his throat. The gesture
was tender and gentle despite the rough, frenetic nature of their lovemaking
and Voldemort half-closed his red eyes as he gazed down at the boy beneath him,
remembering how this had all begun.
       -Well that is interesting,- Voldemort commented to the room, his voice
sibilant in the darkness. His servant Severus Snape had reported hearing a very
interesting conversation between Albus Dumbledore and some unknown witch. That
wasn’t too unusual except they had been discussing a prophecy and from the
words it supposedly dealt with his downfall. At least that’s what anyone
listening would believe.
       He’d been tempted to act, to just go kill the two children who fit the
requirements but something held him back. He knew how tricky Dumbledore could
be and it seemed prudent to gather more information. Snape had been only too
happy to help him kidnap the witch from Dumbledore’s clutches. The man was
willing to do anything if it kept that other woman safe. The Dark Lord didn’t
care. He had learned the hard way to be triply cautious where the Headmaster
was involved. His power, his cunning, even his beauty did not move the ancient
wizard and the man had been a frustrating road block for decades! It would
change soon enough but while Dumbledore was still alive, caution was called
for.
       It had been a simple enough task to grab the witch, one Sybil Trelawny
and his questioning had been ruthless. She’d insisted that the prophecy she’d
spoken was true but in the presence of Voldemort’s serpents she had stunk of
the lie. She’d been quivering when he’d ripped into her mind. Not for nothing
had the red eyed wizard spent so long studying Legilmency and he’d found the
oblivate and other evidence of tampering in her mind. The touch felt like
Dumbledore and with little care the Dark Lord shredded the blocks and found
himself listening to the woman’s voice as she spoke the true prophecy.
       There was a prophecy. It was just not the one Severus had been allowed
to hear. Oh it was close, it flowed and sounded similar, and Dumbledore had
done a great job in manipulating the words but it was not the same.
       -The one with the power to complete the Dark Lord approaches... Born to
those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark
Lord shall make equal exchange, for he shall have power unknown over the Dark
Lord... Both may die at the hand of the other for neither can live if the other
merely subsists...-
       Voldemort was not aware he spoke the words aloud until an old voice, one
almost dusty with disuse, spoke. -That is very interesting.-
       The Dark Lord turned to see hooded yellow eyes flash in the darkness and
he was surprised as one of the oldest basilisks in existence slithered slowly
out of the shadows. The snake was massive, its jaws could swallow him whole but
the ancient serpent merely tasted the air, flickering its huge tongue towards
Trelawny before it turned its gaze back to Voldemort. The serpent’s deadly eyes
were hidden behind its inner eyelid. -What was the falsehood spoken?- the
basilisk asked.
       -The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to
those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark
Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows
not. And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while
the other survives,- the Dark Lord hissed the adjusted prophecy Dumbledore had
planted into the witch’s mind. He’d also seen the coaching the ancient wizard
had given the woman, the instructions on exactly what should be said and how so
that Severus would run straight back to his Lord.
       -Very interesting,- the massive basilisk said again resting its head on
the floor which allowed Voldemort to see the brilliant crest on his head. -
I hope you realise you should embrace the true prophecy?-
       -I should give someone power over me?- Almost instinctively the dark
wizard railed against that. As a young man, as a wizard, as a Dark Lord, as
everything he was he had devoted a lot of time to ensuring that he was the one
with power, that he was the one who controlled all events. He was not about to
voluntarily let some brat have power over him, especially not a power he did
not know!
       -Of course,- the old basilisk seemed surprised at his rancour. -You are
immortal,- the large serpent started and Voldemort was so upset he didn’t even
feel elation at the confirmation that his long sought after goal was already
within his grasp. It was one thing to believe yourself immortal, and he did,
but it was quite another to know.-But you were bred from a mortal mother and so
I tell you this not to cause pain or anger, but because you need to know.- The
basilisk paused looking towards the Dark Lord.
       Voldemort trembled as he listened to the serpent’s words. It was only
because this was such an old basilisk that he had not struck out in anger or
ordered them to silence. He may be a speaker and while normal serpents would
obey him, a basilisk of this age was not beholden to him. He would be wise to
listen, to at least understand why the serpent thought what it did before he
dismissed the reasoning. -Go on,- he said finally, his tone conveying his
reluctance.
       -Speaker know this, humans, and thus wizards are not meant to be
immortal. I have watched your kind for thousands of years and there is
something missing within you. That’s why I’ve seen the most ancient of
vampires, those who fear death eventually willing walk into the sun. But
speaker, I have seen other human immortals who remain, who do not feel that
their immortality is a curse. They live, they do not merely survive as so many
immortals do. They are different.-
       Despite his reluctance, Voldemort was intrigued. -How are they
different?-
       -It is simple. They all have someone. Even amongst those of us who are
immortal, the centuries are more easily lived when they are shared. You enjoy
your immortality now, but as time continues like all human immortals you will
find it a curse. Find instead now your equal, the one who you will share your
centuries with.-
       -So why chose now to tell me this?-
       -Listen to the words of the true prophecy ‘neither can live if the other
merely subsists,’- the great basilisk hissed the prophecy’s ending and the Dark
Lord heard again the words.
       -Neither can live,- he whispered to himself as he finally understood. He
could survive for centuries, he was immortal as the basilisk had said, but he
could not truly live while this prophecy child merely survived. And he could
not kill them for then he would never know completion and if he was only
partially complete then he would never know his full power. That could not be
allowed.
       The Dark Lord breathed deeply as his mind, always so active and quick to
grasp new spells and potions, always quick to see innovative ways of applying
them that others were blind to, struggled now to understand another line in the
prophecy. ‘For he shall have power unknown over the Dark Lord.’ -So...-
Voldemort hissed the word. -This power the prophecy child shall have is that
thing Dumbledore calls love?-
       The great basilisk laughed. -So you do understand. Immortals need love,
just like mortals. In fact immortals may need it more than mortals.-
       Voldemort came back to himself, vibrating his hips in a rapid staccato
that pushed his cock deep into Harry’s young body. The young wizard cried out
with each thrust, gasping as every intrusion hit his sweet spot sending stars
dancing in front of his vision. Oh yes, Voldemort understood and he loved his
mate but one thing the prophecy had forgotten to mention was how much power he
would have over his beloved. Each could stop the other with a glance and the
Dark Lord was strangely content with that arrangement. Not that his beloved
wanted to stop him and the Dark Lord made sure that his Harry was far from any
of the daily unpleasantness he dealt with.
       “Please!” Harry cried out from beneath him and the Dark Lord paused in
his rapid assault on the youthful body, slowing his thrusts, enjoying the soft
sensual pleasure as he altered his speed, pulling his cock almost completely
out of Harry’s hot moist tunnel before he drove it back in. He could smell that
Harry was close. His black hair was dishevelled and his glorious emerald eyes
were closed as he concentrated on the feelings his lover was invoking in him.
The Dark Lord could feel moisture on his stomach from the young wizard’s
leaking prick and he smiled. It was the day of his ascension to the position of
Minister of Magic but he wanted his beloved to cum first.
       Voldemort pulled Harry up and he leaned back from the bed, supporting
them both. Harry’s legs were still wrapped around him and his head was now over
one shoulder as Harry did his best to lever himself up so that he could fall
deeper on to his lovers velvet steel member. His own erection was pressed
between them and the friction of their stomachs was enough to keep him hard.
Confidently the Dark Lord reached around his lover, placing his hands on firm
buttocks. He squeezed them before he lifted Harry off his cock. Harry cried out
but before his sphincter could close Voldemort spun himself to sit on the edge
of the bed and he settled Harry back into his lap, putting the head of his
prick into Harry’s butt and allowing his lover to slip back down on to him
under his own weight. Harry gasped, arching his back to drive himself deeper
and squirming to create a pleasurable friction. To avoid getting a mouthful of
thick black hair Voldemort leaned forward, nuzzling his mouth into Harry’s
shoulder as he reached around to fist his lover’s erection.
       He jerked upwards, sending Harry bouncing on him even as he stroked the
younger wizards cock fiercely. Harry’s inarticulate cry was a joy and the Dark
Lord smiled as he nibbled Harry’s shoulder. He kept pumping the boy’s erection
and was swiftly rewarded with a keen of pleasure as Harry came. Quickly he
moved his hand letting Harry’s hot cum splash into his waiting palm and over
his fingers. Harry collapsed against him gasping and the Dark Lord moved his
other hand to Harry’s chin to turn the boy’s face towards him so they could
share a kiss. In his years of life had never seen anything as beautiful as
Harry’s face at the moment of his release. And while he would live for
centuries more, he doubted he would find anything to compare.
       As the sheer intoxication of his release faded Harry came back to
himself and began rocking his hips through small circles, pleasuring the
engorged member within him. “You are so good to me, Harry,” the words were
whispered in his ear and the younger wizard smiled as his mate raised his cum
covered hand to Harry’s mouth. Green eyes closed appreciatively as licked at
his essence, moaning erotically as he tasted himself. Harry reached up to press
the older man’s hand to his mouth, laving his tongue around the long fingers to
get every drop as he moved his hips, bouncing himself and squeezing as hard as
he could. The Dark Lord sighed and it only took a few minutes before Harry felt
the hot pole inside him expand before the Dark Lord came, pouring hot cum into
his tight body.
       It felt so good feeling the pulsing waves hitting parts of his insides
that were so sensitive and Harry grinned, already knowing that they were not
finished for this night.
 
Chapter End Notes
     It’s mentioned in the previous chapter, that I wanted Voldemort to be
     a ‘creature’ so he is. Anyone who can guess what species before we
     get to it gets cookies! Though I admit there aren’t many clues. It
     comes out in Chapter 13 so you have that long to guess. And by
     cookies, if you leave contact details, I’ll email you three chapters.
     One guess only per chapter please :D
***** Courting *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to Kudzia for betaing.
The Forever Game
Courting
       It felt so good feeling the pulsing waves hitting parts of his insides
that were so sensitive and Harry grinned, already knowing that they were not
finished for this night.
       He waited a few minutes before he shifted himself, rolling off his
beloved reluctantly. “What happened today that made you so happy?” Harry asked
softly. He shivered when Voldemort smiled at him. That smile, so joyous was
something only he would ever see. Oh sure the wizard smiled for his supporters,
smiled for the crowds of wizards but there was something cold about that smile.
This one was whole hearted and warm.
       “I had myself appointed as the Minister of Magic.”
       “Oh!”
       The Dark Lord had to resist the urge to groan as his mate’s cherry red
lips made a perfect little ‘O’ shape with his surprise.
       “Dumbledore won’t like that,” Harry said.
       There were times when Harry’s practicality was amazing and this was one
of them. Still lost in the glow of lovemaking, his lover was controlled enough
to think about the politics of the situation. Voldemort growled. Harry
shouldn’t think about anything but him! “He is discovering just how much I’ve
eroded his support,” the Dark Lord replied shortly. “And once he realises he
has nothing, I will take a great deal of pleasure in cutting his throat.”
       Harry shrugged. He usually didn’t like hearing his lover so casually
discuss killing but that particular old man had interfered in his own life for
a long time. Voldemort had kept him safe, had always watched over him but the
number of schemes the ancient wizard had was ridiculous and Harry was sick of
it. He knew the prophecy, both the false one and the real one and the old man
should have just let it be. He knew Voldemort had been working towards this for
a long time it gave him pleasure to see that his mate’s hard work was beginning
to finally pay off. He would not let one remnant of the past ruin everything.
       Voldemort watched as his young mate thought about his information.
Harry’s beautiful face was so expressive and he felt his cock stir again with
desire. It was not the Ministerial desk, that would wait for another day but he
knew what he wanted. “Enough,” he announced, rolling off the bed to stand
beside it. “Lay back and stretch out,” the Dark Lord commanded his lover.
       Harry quickly obeyed, scooting around on the bed and lying on his back
so that his head was hanging over the edge, his arms raised high so that they
flapped in the air.
       Voldemort smiled and licked his lips at the sight of his lover laid out
before him. The Dark Lord knew he was inhumanly beautiful, and at seventy one
he still had the physic of a much younger wizard, but his blood, breeding and
treatments on himself ensured that. But to him, Harry’s youthful beauty
eclipsed everything. Laid out naked on their bed, Voldemort could see that
there was not a single blemish on his beloved’s creamy milk pale skin. Harry
was of age but he was almost hairless except for the mop of black unruly hair
and some cute little tightly curled pubic hairs. The Dark Lord loved teasing
them with his tongue, curling them around and around. Green eyes sparked as
they looked up at him and Harry’s red lips were parted in anticipation. The
young wizard ran his tongue over his upper lip making it shine with saliva as
he panted, waiting for Voldemort to move.
       It didn’t take long. The Dark Lord wanted this as much or more than
Harry and he quickly stepped up to his beloved, his half flaccid member
flopping in front of Harry’s face. The young wizard knew exactly what to do and
he wrapped his arms around the Dark Lord as best as he could upside down,
reaching around to squeeze the firm buttocks even as he moved his mouth to
engulf the tip of the Dark Lord’s cock. He sucked hard, his cheeks pulled
inwards and he swirled his tongue around and around the head paying particular
attention to the slit at the end, poking and prodding it with the tip of his
tongue.
       The Dark Lord reached out to tweak his mate’s nipples, rubbing and
twisting them, making the flush with blood. As Voldemort’s delicious member
grew harder Harry released it, watching it bounce upwards. It wasn’t fully
erect yet but it was enough for him to lick the underside, working his way down
to the velveteen sac at its base. Gently Harry poked his tongue out, using just
the tip of it to caress the sensitive balls inside. One lick, two licks, three
licks. With each lick he allowed more of his tongue to touch the sac and he
heard Voldemort groan above him. Harry smiled. This was one of the best
feelings he knew and the musky smell and taste of his lover aroused him.
       Voldemort looked down as Harry’s mouth opened wide to swallow his entire
ball sac, his tongue dancing around the sensitive organs pushing at one then
the other as he sucked at them. Green eyes sparkled in amusement as they met
his red orbs and almost stupidly the Dark Lord was reminded of the very first
time he had seen Harry.
       Once he knew the prophecy Dumbledore wanted him to hear was a fake and
he knew what the real prophecy was, it was easy to make plans. He would make
play towards Dumbledore’s desires all the while fulfilling the true prophecy.
He summoned key Death Eater’s and discovered that one he had thought he had so
carefully lured then broken to his side had indeed been sent. The rat, the
weakness he thought he had opened within one group that opposed him had been
planted. Not knowingly, in fact in the depths of what was left of the man’s
mind the child was crying because of the forced betrayal.
       Voldemort didn’t care, but he would free the man in an act that was
brutal but necessary. Dumbledore would think everything was as it should be.
Severus was only too happy to go along with a plan that would leave that woman
alive and realistically the Dark Lord found himself disinclined to kill the
parents of his mate. They may be destined for each other, but there was no need
to start their relationship with animosity.
       He waited until Halloween, a time when his powers were at their peak and
he had struck then. Severus had accompanied him and the young father that was
James Potter had fought valiantly against him all the while knowing he could
not win. If it had not been so stupid, the Dark Lord might have been tempted to
call it brave. The Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter had fallen to
a vastly over powered stunning charm when a tangle leg jinx from Snape had
tripped him up.
       The woman, the one Severus would do anything to protect was waiting for
him in the nursery. She fought like a lioness, protecting her child fiercely
but she too fell. Voldemort had noticed her startling green eyes but had
thought nothing of them... That is, until he’d seen her child, the prophecy
child who could complete him. He’d known since he heard the true prophecy that
his mate was male. He didn’t really care. There was beauty in both male and
female forms and the potential he could see in this human child that was merely
a year and a half old was stunning.
       Huge green eyes had looked at him and no matter how absurd it was, the
Dark Lord would swear that there had been a flicker of recognition. The child’s
hair was jet black even then and messy and it made him look adorable. The Dark
Lord had had to fight the temptation to just sweep the baby into his arms and
walk out, raising him to know his place in secret. It would work but it was not
the best way. He’d flicked his hand at Severus, telling the man to levitate the
woman out of the room and to get the young couple ready for him. Before he left
he’d modify some memories but first and more importantly he had to deal with
his mate.
       He had everything prepared so he could work quickly and a few flicks of
his wand had made the boy’s change table into a suitable alter that he covered
with an embroidered cloth. The runes glittered at him and quickly Voldemort
placed the strangely silent child in the centre of the table. Harry’s green
eyes had watched him, taking in everything but the boy had been almost
inhumanly calm. The Dark Lord pulled the stunned body of the rat from his robe
and he forced the animagus to relinquish his animal form and lashed the weak
wizard into some quickly conjured manacles, letting him hang from the roof.
       Regretfully he looked over into Harry’s green eyes. “This will hurt a
bit, I am sorry,” he whispered to his destined mate before he waved one hand,
vanishing the child’s pyjamas and blankets. He shrugged off his own robes,
tossing them aside after he drew a dagger. Mates had to come together with no
secrets between them and that meant they both had to be naked for this ritual.
Just as he thought he had seen recognition in the beautiful green eyes, this
time he thought he saw understanding. Voldemort shook his head before he
shrugged his shoulders. In time his mate would understand.
       With a quick slash he ripped the knife through the rat’s abdomen,
opening him up like a butchered hog. Before he went further, the Dark Lord
delicately touched the tip of the blade to the infant’s forehead, leaving one
drop of blood there before he repeated the gesture on himself. He set the
dagger aside and using his inhuman strength slammed one hand into the rat’s now
trailing entrails, reaching upwards under his rib cage, cutting through
everything with brutal power to grasp at the rapidly beating heart.
       He jerked it out of the body, ignoring the agonised scream from the rat.
Blood splashed and splattered over everything in the room and all through it
Harry remained silent. Voldemort moved the bloody heart over Harry’s head and
squeezed, letting the blood flow on to his face and into the little mouth
before he tilted his own head back, raising his bloody arm above him and
wringing out the last of the blood on to his own face and into his mouth.
       Casually he tossed the organ aside and knelt beside the table he had put
Harry on. He reached out his hand touching two fingers to the baby’s forehead,
right where he had placed the earlier drop of blood and he reached out his
other hand to grasp the little baby arm, pulling it over to touch his own
forehead. Instinctively little Harry reached out two fingers. Voldemort spoke
the words, grimacing as he felt a shudder deep within him as a little piece of
his soul tore off and flowed down his arm into the child. His wounded soul
cried out and was quickly smothered by the piece of soul that had been torn
from Harry and the Dark Lord gritted his teeth against the pain as the tear was
healed, the tiny piece of Harry’s soul merging with his own as his merged into
Harry’s. He’d split his soul twice before and had gotten used to the pain but
it was a relief to feel Harry’s within him. In a day or so, no one would even
be able to detect the foreign pieces within them and Voldemort smiled, picking
up the now crying baby.
       His mate was so young but so brave to have endured that. He nursed the
young child gently, crooning, ignoring the blood covering them both. He could
not linger though and almost regretfully he placed Harry back in his crib,
casting a delicate warming charm as he pulled a beautiful comforter over the
little body. Harry had quietened in his arms and was once more looking up at
him, watching everything that he did. The Dark Lord cleaned the blood off his
body and dressed again before he turned his wand to the room. He wouldn’t
physically clean up but he did apply the strongest magical charms he knew to
obliterate his magical signature.
       Once everything was back the way it had been, save for the corpse
hanging, dripping blood down on to the floor, Voldemort cast his eyes back over
his mate, caressing him mentally before he left. He still had to clean up
outside and he had another prophecy child to visit this night. If Dumbledore
wanted to play, then oh yes, they would play.
       Voldemort blinked, coming back to himself as Harry’s hot little mouth
engulfed his entire length. He looked down to see his beloved’s throat pulsing,
swallowing the length of his cock. He groaned, feeling the warm air expelled
from Harry’s nose against his balls. His mate was young but so willing to learn
and so quick on the uptake of new skills to pleasure him with.
       Harry drew his mouth back, letting the Dark Lord’s member exit his
mouth. It was hard enough to hold erect and he licked it, lapping at the tip
with delicate little movements that he knew felt good because he loved it when
Voldemort did the same to him. He reached his tongue out, tracing it once
around the head before he opened his mouth again sinking inch after inch into
the hot depths and smiled as he heard the Dark Lord’s groan of satisfaction.
 
 
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       Harry drew his mouth back, letting the Dark Lord’s member exit his
mouth. It was hard enough to hold erect and he licked it, lapping at the tip
with delicate little movements that he knew felt good because he loved it when
Voldemort did the same to him. He reached his tongue out, tracing it once
around the head before he opened his mouth again sinking inch after inch into
the hot depths and smiled as he heard the Dark Lord’s groan of satisfaction.
       The groan was an aphrodisiac to him and it made him try to open his
mouth wider, open his throat more so that he could fit every inch into him. It
made him want to pleasure his mate further so that he could see the powerful
wizard writhing helpless with desire and know that he was the one who had done
that.
       “Oh Merlin, Harry!”
       It was difficult to chuckle with a mouth full of cock but Harry managed
it and mentally he chided his beloved. :You’d better not be thinking of
another!: He finished the admonishment by pulling back to leave only the first
few inches of the Dark Lord’s member in his mouth and sucking hard.
       “I can barely even think of you when you do that!” the Dark Lord managed
to gasp, his breathing becoming harsh as Harry began bobbing his head up and
down.
       With each movement the green eyed wizard flicked his tongue against the
velvet covered shaft in his mouth. Harry breathed deeply, inhaling the odd mix
of snake and sweat that was his beloved’s scent. It was intoxicating and he
swallowed hard, letting his muscles massage his lover enticing another almost
agonised groan.
       The Dark Lord’s control was slipping and he bucked his hips, driving his
cock deeper into the hot moist cavern that surrounded it. Harry’s eyes sparkled
up at him as he happily continued his ministrations, his hands pulling at
Voldemort’s legs encouraging him to thrust deeply into his mouth. Some of the
boys in his dorm at Hogwarts talked about cock sucking as if it was degrading
to the woman, and it was definitely meant to be degrading to be male and the
bottom but Harry knew they were wrong. He was giving his mate pleasure, and
that pleasure was being returned to him through the love he could feel. He
loved doing this, loved the feeling of every inch in his throat, loved the
taste of cum in his mouth, and loved everything about having sex with the Dark
Lord. It let him know he was loved and it let the Dark Lord know that he was
loved in return.
       Harry had always been loved. His whole life he could remember his
parents being there for him, even when his siblings were born. He remembered
when he was four and his Mum had just given birth to his first baby sister
Harry was meant to be asleep. His Father had put him to bed that night after
giving him a very careful talk, letting him know that even though he now had a
baby sister, both his Mum and his Dad still loved him as much as always. Harry
hadn’t doubted that, but it was nice to hear it. His little sister had been
born that day and for tonight it was just him, Dad and the House Elves at the
Potter Manner so the house had felt empty. It was okay and he’d fallen asleep
easily but he’d awoken when he heard voices and he’d crept out of his room to
listen.
       His Dad was talking to someone and after a few moments Harry recognised
the voice as Dumbledore’s. The old wizard was a frequent visitor and Harry was
glad to see him since he always had a lolly and was happy to share. Their
conversation was serious though, as young as he was Harry could hear that in
their tone.
       “Congratulations,” Dumbledore said. “I take it they wanted to keep Lily
in overnight?”
       “It wasn’t a difficult birth but yes, the Medi-wizards felt it would be
best for her and the baby.”
       “So what are you naming her?”
       “I’m still holding out for Leana, though Lils would prefer Jasmine, so
it will probably be either Leana Jasmine or Jasmine Leana,” James said the last
with a smile before his expression became serious. “Tell me truly, how bad is
it?”
       “It’s getting desperate,” Dumbledore said and Harry could hear that the
old man was tired.
       “Two and a half years ago we had no idea this would happen,” James
began. “Merlin knows what little Neville did and half his followers died! It
was over and now we have all this anti muggle pressure and anti muggle-born.
It’s almost like he’s back but he can’t be and so while I know I have been
distracted with everything, there is nothing overt here. Where is all the
pressure coming from?”
       “Those who survived just wouldn’t give up.”
       “Perhaps, but how bad is it? It’s not everyone yet, we can still swing
support back, can’t we? Especially if Frank and Alice make the call.”
       “It’s subtle, most haven’t even realised they are being manipulated,”
Dumbledore countered. “And I don’t think he’s dead, not fully anyway. We may
have to begin training little Neville even though he’s a minor. I doubt he’d
want to risk a battle with Neville if he’s only half alive.”
       “Well, eventually people will realise. Even if it’s not him, the
propaganda is pretty easy to spot after all. We won’t lose this way.”
       “I pray that you are right.” There was a clear dismissal in the old
wizard’s voice and Harry knew that he needed to leave.
       Silently he padded back to his bed and climbed in. His Dad sounded so
sad and that made him sad and he hugged his favourite stuffed lion to his chest
as he fell back to sleep. It had been a gift from someone last year at
Halloween but Harry didn’t remember much of the man, only that he had red eyes
and he felt safe. His presence had made him feel warm, just as his Mother did.
The man had been watching him sleep when he woke up and he’d reached out
instinctively. The man had smiled at him, lifting him out of his bed and
cuddling him close, giving him one kiss on his forehead before laying him back
down and pushing the plush toy beside him. Harry wasn’t sure what to think but
he knew that he needed to keep quiet about the man being in his room and he
had. Just the same as now, he wasn’t sure what to think but if his Dad thought
they were losing something then... Harry didn’t know but he did know he didn’t
want to lose his family, not even the little sister he’d only met today.
      Harry smiled around the cock in his mouth. There had been difficult years
but he hadn’t lost anything. He had gained so much! His Mother and Father still
loved him, his little sisters and brothers looked up to him and he had a lover
who would give him the world if it would make him happy. Life was very good and
as Harry laved the rock hard member he tried to communicate how thankful he was
to the Dark Lord that everything had worked out okay.
       Voldemort tried to hold back but he couldn’t. His hips moved of his own
accord driving deeply in to his beloved’s mouth. Not that Harry was objecting,
instead the boy was doing everything in his not inconsiderable power to make
him cum again. His little hands were pulling against his thighs though
occasionally they rose higher to caress his buttocks, stroking and tickling his
white skin. Harry’s cheeks were drawn in, testament to how hard he was sucking
at the member and his tongue seemed to be on over drive, licking and stroking
every inch of cock it could reach. Then of course there was Harry’s throat. It
swallowed and massaged and it was so erotic to look down and see himself buried
deeply in that expressive face, that face that looked up at him, eyes shining
with love.
       With a groan the Dark Lord gave up. He was meant to control the
situation when he ordered Harry to stretch out for him but the boy had taken
control back and he could no longer fight it. Voldemort lowered his hands to
gently grip Harry’s face, holding him steady before he thrust hard, facing
fucking his lover almost brutally. Harry replied by humming, his tongue and his
throat vibrating around the shaft that plunged in and out of his mouth. It was
only a minute or so later that the Dark Lord came, sending a spurt of cum down
straight down Harry’s throat before he pulled back slightly, jetting more thick
white semen into his beloved’s mouth.
       Harry licked and lapped at him, swallowing everything that came at him
happily and as the eruption subsided he softly sucked the head of the Dark
Lord’s sensitive cock, making sure to draw out every drop of cum. Voldemort
eventually collapsed beside him on the bed, his chest heaving as he drew in
lungful’s of air. The Dark Lord knew he could have sex with anyone and gain
release but it was only with Harry that he could feel this replete and this
satisfied.
       His beloved crawled around on the bed, pausing only to make sure that
his softening dick was completely licked clean before laying his head on the
Dark Lord’s chest and lying still, listening as the strong heart beat slowed
down. Harry’s own cock was still hard and begged for release so as he rested
with his beloved, he reached down to grip his erection and he began stroking
gently.
       It felt good and as he continued to pleasure himself he became aware of
Voldemort moving, pushing him off his chest and back down on to the bed. The
Dark Lord had regained his breath fast and looked down at Harry, seeing his
erection and the red eyed wizard felt a slight guilt for taking his pleasure
while leaving his beloved unsatisfied. That would not do at all and with a
practiced movement he swooped, smiling as Harry gave a little cry but did
nothing to stop him.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     It doesn't appear that anyone wants to play the game of 'Guess what
     Voldey is'... Oh well... Enjoy anyway :D
***** Courting *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone who read and kudos'd. I hope you continue to
     enjoy.
     Guesses have been answered but unfortunately no winner yet. :D
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       It felt good and as Harry continued to pleasure himself he became aware
of Voldemort moving, pushing him off his chest and back down on to the bed. The
Dark Lord had regained his breath fast and looked down at Harry, seeing his
erection and he felt a slight guilt for taking his pleasure while leaving his
beloved unsatisfied. That would not do at all and with a practiced movement he
swooped, smiling as Harry gave a little cry but did nothing to stop him.
       The Dark Lord kissed his swollen lips and that made Harry breathless as
sucking on Voldemort’s member never could. His lover smiled as he admired his
handiwork, loving the way that Harry looked up at him, his eyes sparkling as
they begged him for more. Well, he did like to think of himself as an
accommodating lover and so he kissed the young wizard again before he began
licking and lightly biting his way downwards.
       Voldemort paid particular attention to Harry’s throat, nuzzling it and
lapping at the little indentation at the top of his chest. It was so cute! And
it begged to be licked and teased and he spent a minute or so doing just that.
Harry squirmed beneath him and the Dark Lord let his hands trace over his
lover’s young body, reaching out to lay his arms along Harry’s to hold him
still. He kept licking and nipping at the creamy skin as he moved down,
stopping to give attention to each nipple. Gently he bit down on each one,
tugging it outwards making it flush with blood before he let go, the springy
skin going back tight to Harry’s chest for him to lick at again and repeat the
gesture. Harry tasted so good but eventually Voldemort knew he had to continue
and so he moved back to Harry’s solar plexus and kept moving his mouth down.
       The next stop was at his beloved’s little belly button. He drove his
tongue into the little depression swirling his tongue around and around before
he locked his mouth over it and sucked. Harry moaned and the Dark Lord smiled.
He didn’t know what it was about Harry’s voice but each little cry, each noise
he made sent shivers down Voldemort’s spine. He loved the little noises his
destined mate made and he spent a fair amount of time each time they made love
just provoking Harry so that he could hear him.
       Eventually it was time to move on and the Dark Lord continued down,
leaving little snail trails of his saliva over Harry’s skin as he licked him.
The tiniest pulse of magic left Harry’s arms pinned to the bed and Voldemort
moved his hands to lever himself up slightly. He looked down at Harry smiling
into the green eyes that gazed at him confidently. Harry had felt the restraint
but he was trusting of his older lover and Voldemort resolved to take care of
his beloved thoroughly.
       Harry’s little prick had gone down while the Dark Lord had leisurely
licked his way to it and Voldemort chided himself briefly. His Little One’s
member was not little. Slowly the Dark Lord took his time, lowering his mouth
down to Harry’s ball sac to lick there before he ran his tongue upwards,
tracing out Harry’s quickly stiffening dick. He smiled toothily and continued
licking. Harry’s body was so responsive, it told him exactly what to do to best
pleasure his beloved, but then Harry had been guiding him in far more than sex
all his life.
       It was Harry’s fifth birthday and there had been a party though now that
it was late afternoon most of the guests had left. It was safe enough inside
the Manor’s wards so Harry had been left momentarily to play outside in the
garden. He was enjoying his new toy broom that hovered higher than the last
one, but not so high as to be considered dangerous. For the moment his parents
were distracted, seeing off the last of the guests and dealing with Jasmine
Leana and Edmund Galen, Harry’s little sister and brother. Lily was beginning
to bloom with another child and the Dark Lord had smiled. The witch may not be
a pure blood but she knew her duty and she was doing it which was more than he
could say about some other women of his acquaintance but he was here to see
Harry and this was his best time.
       He’d stepped from the shadows and gestured to his mate. The smile Harry
had given him had almost stopped his heart and the promise of ethereal beauty
he had had as a babe was fast becoming reality. The Dark Lord had discovered
his own non-human heritage and he knew he was from a race of beings renowned
for their beauty and he wondered if perhaps Lily hadn’t also been seduced. No,
he shook his head. He had checked Harry so very carefully. The child was
beautiful but he was a human wizard, nothing more, nothing less.
       Harry had come to him and the Dark Lord had hugged the young child
before he had sat back under a tree, pulling Harry down into his lap, just
enjoying the closeness of his mate. As difficult as it was, he had already
decided there could and would be nothing between them until Harry was of age
but after that... He intended to claim Harry as often as possible.
       “You came! I thought you wouldn’t come!” Harry’s voice was breathy with
excitement.
       Voldemort smiled. “I will always visit you on your birthday, Little
One,” he said fondly.
       “I know but Mummy and Daddy are worried about something so I didn’t know
if you would be able to.”
       Ah, the logic of children. If his parents were worried, then it must
involve all adults. Voldemort smiled again, running his hands through Harry’s
unruly hair. “I promised you and I always keep my promises.”
       “I know,” the child said with complete confidence. “But sometimes things
aren’t always perfect,” he added the last in a strangely adult voice.
       Whatever it was that Lily and James Potter were worried about, they
hadn’t kept their concern completely from their eldest child. Though the Dark
Lord would put money on the fact that Harry’s parents thought their children
didn’t know anything was wrong. “What are your Parents worried about, Little
One?” He asked gently.
       “I heard Daddy talking a while back. They are losing something,
something they consider important.”
       For a moment the Dark Lord froze and then he chuckled. So the great and
powerful Lord Potter thought that they were losing? From the way the various
groups who opposed him in the Ministry and I.W.C. the Dark Lord had thought
they were confident, and he had been getting frustrated at his apparent lack of
success. It was one thing knowing your plans called for patience, for decades
of manoeuvres but it was another thing to actually see them to fulfilment. He
could be patient though if his enemies thought they were losing, because
eventually their own lack of faith would destroy them. “You needn’t worry,
Little One. There is nothing for you to fear.”
       “You promise?”
       “I promise,” Voldemort replied sincerely. There really was nothing for
his mate to fear because the Dark Lord simply would not allow anything to harm
him. Though perhaps... the Dark Lord thought as he heard Lily call for her
eldest child and he looked over again to really look at the witch. She was
radiant with her pregnancy and Voldemort nodded as he made his decision. There
was a change or two required in his policies and his little mate had been the
one to trigger the recognition. “Go to your Mother, Little One,” he said,
reluctantly letting Harry out of his embrace after he laid a chaste kiss on the
top of his head.
       “No matter what, do not worry about your Mother or Father. They have
nothing to fear.”
       Harry smiled before he ran towards his Mother and the Dark Lord cast a
disillusionment charm on himself. It wasn’t Lord Potter who feared, it was
Dumbledore and that old wizard had every reason to fear. Despite the many
political differences Voldemort had with the Lord Potter, on the things the
Dark Lord considered non-negotiable, the Lord Potter and his family were more
than acceptable. They should not fear him and it was time to change his
policies so that they knew.
      Oh yes, Harry had been guiding him for years and he didn’t fail now.
Voldemort smiled as he engulfed his beloved’s stiff member, letting his own
long snake like tongue wrap around it. There were certain things he could do
because he had altered his human form and licking every inch of Harry’s dick
all at once was one of them.
       Harry moaned as his cock was surrounded by moist warmness. His breathing
was ragged as he tried to ride out the feelings but he kept drowning in the
intensity of the sensation the Dark Lord’s mouth invoked in him. The spiral
that was Voldemort’s long tongue drew up and down and Harry felt every blood
vessel in his organ traced out. The Dark Lord’s hands were busy as well, one
was continuing to pinch his nipples while the other cupped and rubbed his
balls, though one long finger kept slipping in and out of his anus.
       Voldemort’s long tongue released Harry’s shaft and he devoted a few
minutes to licking around his lover’s genitals. The little curly hairs called
to him and he loved the way they were rough against his tongue while the rest
of Harry’s skin was silk smooth. Harry tasted so good and after he’d found
every little hair and teased it, the Dark Lord’s mouth returned to Harry’s cock
and he swallowed it all, letting Harry thrust into his mouth as he took his
time licking at the hard member.
       The other boys in his dorm were so wrong to think that sucking cock was
derogatory, they knew so little and Harry knew they hadn’t really experienced
love. They might be right that in certain situations it could be considered
demeaning, but all that meant was they had not yet found the right partner and
the ones they slept with they slept with only for the physical release.
       As much as Harry loved the Dark Lord’s tongue he loved being buried in
his mouth as well and it only took a few minutes of stimulation before he felt
his balls tighten and he flooded into Voldemort’s mouth. He felt the smile on
his lover’s lips and loved the way that the Dark Lord drank him. He quivered,
enjoying the sensation and the love he could feel deep in his mind and
throughout his body.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     There were some more pretty good guesses about what creature
     Voldemort could be but still there is no winner bell ringing! There
     really aren’t a lot of clues but maybe I’ll make a list of what I
     think are the pertinent moments. The reward is still good so feel
     free to keep guessing. :D
     Until next time…
***** Courting *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
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Courting
       As much as Harry loved the Dark Lord’s tongue he loved being buried in
his mouth as well and it only took a few minutes of stimulation before he felt
his balls tighten and he flooded into Voldemort’s mouth. He felt the smile on
his lover’s lips and loved the way that the Dark Lord drank him. He quivered,
enjoying the sensation and the love he could feel deep in his mind and
throughout his body.
       After he was sure he had every drop, Voldemort released his mate’s now
softening cock from the warmth of his mouth and he rested his chin gently on
the young wizard’s abdomen as he licked his lips, savouring the flavour. Just
as Harry really was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he was also the
most delicious thing he knew and how a mere human could be so perfect was
something the Dark Lord intended to spend centuries finding out.
       Harry was breathing deeply, and Voldemort could feel his mate’s heart
slowing as he recovered from his release. He smiled at the Dark Lord. It was so
tender that the older wizard felt himself respond, smiling back in kind but the
smell and the taste of Harry on his tongue, coating his throat and filling his
nostrils was enough to arouse him, no matter the releases he’d had earlier and
once again he wanted to be buried in his beloved’s hot pulsing core.
       The Dark Lord’s smile widened and he shifted, flipping Harry over. The
boy’s startled cry changed to a meep of pleasure when strong arms adjusted his
posture slightly, sweeping Harry’s member down so that it was exposed between
his legs even though it was pressed into the soft mattress. Voldemort looked
down at his currently exposed mate. He could probably penetrate him now but
just to be sure he would stretch Harry again. He told his gathering erection to
be patient as he admired the sight. Harry had filled out a little in recent
years, but he was still slender and Voldemort ran one delicate finger down
Harry’s back, enticing a shiver. His skin was still that perfect milk pale
complexion unmarred by anything as vulgar as a blemish except for that one
little freckle, high on one shoulder blade which Voldemort loved to rub to
arouse his beloved. The muscles on Harry’s back were defined and lead down to
his perfect rounded little butt with its impeccable and completely fuckable
cleft that hid his tight little hole which was just peeking out, swollen
slightly from their activity earlier. He reached out and pushed Harry’s legs
apart, even as he commanded the mattress to rise up, exposing Harry for him.
The red eyed wizard had created their bed and it was designed to provide utmost
comfort even while he was pile driving Harry into it. The motion put Harry’s
cock and balls on display where they hung, adorably revealed from under the
press of his body.
       Without preamble Voldemort swooped, pressing his face to Harry’s cleft
and letting his long tongue poke and tease Harry’s hole. He traced around it,
licking outwards before he thrust his tongue inside. His spell from earlier
meant that the only taste was of Harry’s sweat combined with the slowly
draining fluid of his own release and the mix was heady especially when joined
with the lingering taste of Harry. He let his tongue probe Harry’s hole
prodding, tasting, stretching the opening as he fucked Harry with his inhuman
tongue. His hands traced all over Harry’s body, caressing the soft skin,
occasionally pinching but always seeking points of pleasure that made the young
wizard quiver.
       Harry moaned as the Dark Lord teased his body. He knew others feared his
mate, but the man had always made him feel safe, made him feel complete and the
depth of the feeling was in stark contrast to the few times in his life he had
felt genuine fear. The first time he had felt fear, true fear was when he was
five and he had overheard his Father arguing with Dumbledore.
       “You’re telling me these are His policies? I don’t believe it!” His
Father’s voice had echoed up from his study.
       “That’s what makes them so dangerous,” an older voice replied and Harry
recognised it as Albus Dumbledore’s. The man was important, even little Harry
knew that but lately had hadn’t been visiting as often.
       “I agree most of his policies are dangerous, Albus but these ones are
sensible. Besides, how are you sure they are his? No one has seen him for the
last three and a half years, not since little Neville stopped him.”
       “I don’t believe he died, he just stepped back. His forces have been
active, if he died, they would have gone to ground.”
       “Even if he’s not dead, or even if he just has a decent Lieutenant who’s
stepped up, because we know he had at least one to get through our wards that
night, I don’t see a problem with these policies!”
       “Oh, so you think taking the Muggle born from their families is a good
idea?”
       “Can you imagine what Lily’s sister would be like to a magical child?
You know for a fact she’d be abusive but others aren’t like that. Sure they
might be confused but a lot of parents are supportive and proud, like Lily’s
parents and then there is nothing in these policies that calls for anything to
be done beyond routine monitoring. So yes, in the case of abusive parents,
Muggle or magical, then I think removing the child from that situation is a
great idea!” James Potter replied. “And that’s all that these policies call
for. These are things we should be doing already!”
       “But they are still His policies!”
       “So what? They are sensible, though I think the one encouraging the
birth rate needs a bit of work. I’m not going to vote against what I think are
decent policies, no matter who proposed them.”
       “You’re wrong about that,” Dumbledore’s voice was soft, but Harry could
hear the power in it and he shivered. There was something not quite right
there, and he felt a tingle in his stomach as the cold coil of fear embraced
him.
       Little Harry didn’t know what happened next but he could feel the pull
of magic and he somehow knew that something was happening to his Dad. He wanted
to help but there was nothing he could do but watch and hope and as he
continued listening he heard Dumbledore muttering to himself.
       “This would be so much easier if I could show my true self... No, I
can’t do that, the stupid wizarding cunts would never understand. And I don’t
have time to pretend rebirth. By the time I had enough influence again... Darn
you Tom! Why the hell were you born so close to Gilbert?”
       Harry was unable to stop himself, he gasped. He didn’t know what a cunt
was but he knew it was bad, just as he knew absolutely what the old man was
muttering about was something that was kept hidden from everyone. It sounded
more than the usual wizarding oddity.
       “What was that?” There was a sharp edge to Dumbledore’s tone. The
elderly grandfather that usually haunted his voice completely absent and Harry
stilled, pressing his little hands over his mouth as he tried to suppress his
breathing. He wasn’t sure what would happen if the old man found him, but he
instinctively knew that his Father would not be able to help him.
      Harry shivered at the memory and he shivered at the knowledge that the
old man was still not dead. Harry had once asked Voldemort why he left the man
alive, but the dark wizard had merely shaken his head and smiled, saying it was
not yet time. It wasn’t fear, Harry knew that, despite the fact that the old
man liked to play up that image. Harry had known all his life that while others
believed the Dark Lord feared Albus Dumbledore, he didn’t. The green eyed
wizard could feel the Dark Lord’s emotions and he knew the answer he had been
given was the truth, he just had no idea when the right time would be. As he
lost himself to a wave of desire emanating from Voldemort Harry somehow knew
that the right time was fast approaching.
       Harry felt the tingle in his butt again and knew the Dark Lord had cast
the cleaning and lubricating charm. There was a charm that could have been used
to stretch him as well and they had used it a few times, but Voldemort
preferred the intimacy that manual stimulation allowed. And Harry went wild at
the feeling of the Dark Lord’s tongue penetrating deep inside him. There had
been no touch in his own cock just the silky smoothness of the sheet rubbing
against him as he squirmed under the Dark Lord’s probing but Harry felt he was
aroused.
       Voldemort hauled himself upwards, leaning completely over his mate
before he lowered himself, trusting previous practice to place his engorged
member in the right position for penetration. Harry’s knees were either side of
him so that his delectable body was spread and waiting. The Dark Lord
concentrated on the sensations from the tip of his penis and he felt Harry’s
smooth skin. Then felt the warmth of his lovers cleft parting before his
hardness before he slipped down slightly, the very tip of his cock resting in
the slippery puckered opening his tongue had been exploring only moments
before. Slowly he moved his hips forward, loving the way Harry’s hole opened
gradually for him and then head of his cock popped into the heat that was his
lover. After a moment he kept pushing until he was completely sheathed within
Harry and the Dark Lord let his whole weight rest on the young wizard beneath
him.
       Harry was making muffled little noises of desire and Voldemort grinned
before he licked at his mate’s neck, lapping at the soft skin. The Dark Lord
stilled for a few moments, balls deep in his beloved, enjoying the sensations
he could feel. Inside Harry was hot, and he fitted in as if the young wizard
had been moulded to him. Outside the feel of Harry’s soft skin against
Voldemort’s balls and against his chest as lay on top of his younger lover was
just divine.
       The Dark Lord thrust into the warmth, not shifting most of his body but
bending much like a serpent, to draw back a few inches before he drove back
into the tight heat he loved. The little ‘Urmuph!’ of noise that the young
wizard beneath him made was just delicious and he repeated the motion, ringing
the cry from the perfect little mouth with every thrust. Stretched out over
Harry, completely dominating him, the Dark Lord felt as if they were almost one
being, as if they were fusing together and gently he moved his hands down,
stroking the firm muscles on Harry’s arms before threading his fingers through
Harry’s.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     On this site and another Incubus/Succubus seemed to be a popular
     choice for 'What is Voldemort' but sigh not right.... Good guess
     though! Three chapter reward still applies and I hope people continue
     to enjoy this fic.
     There are some non smut chapters but they are still a bit further in.
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The Dark Lord thrust into the warmth, not shifting most of his body but bending
much like a serpent, to draw back a few inches before he drove back into the
tight heat he loved. The little ‘Urmuph!’ of noise that the young wizard
beneath him made was just delicious and he repeated the motion, ringing the cry
from the perfect little mouth with every thrust. Stretched out over Harry,
completely dominating him, the Dark Lord felt as if they were almost one being
as if they were fusing together and gently he moved his hands down, stroking
the firm muscles on Harry’s arms before threading his fingers through Harry’s.
       Harry grasped the larger hands, and with each thrust he felt the curl of
his fingers tighten and relax as the cock inside stimulated him. His own
erection was pushed downwards by the mound in the mattress his beloved had made
but Harry was beyond caring. The Dark Lord just felt so good and even when he
paused, the engorged member lodged deep in his arse, it felt as if he would
never be empty but he didn’t want to be empty because empty was cold and
hollow. The feel of the silk against his cockhead was unbelievable and noise
the Dark Lord made, his balls slapping against Harry’s soft ass cheeks was
something he could listen to for hours.
       Without warning, the Dark Lord rolled them over on to one side keeping
Harry’s back pressed firmly against his chest. Once they were settled, one long
fingered hand wrapped around the younger wizard’s cock, stroking it firmly
while the other teased and tweaked engorged nipples. Harry wasn’t even aware
how he cried out, his voice inarticulately begging the older wizard for more
but he did feel the nibble at his ear and hear the deep and commanding bedroom
voice of the Dark Lord whispering in his ear, “What do you want?”
       He tried to talk. He really did try to gather his wits enough to be more
articulate but the only word he could utter was, “Please!” because the
sensations coming from his butt and the urgency from his aroused dick were
driving him insane.
       His beloved licked the nibbled ear and the question was repeated. “What
do you want?”
       Harry gulped and panted, taking his time to form words, “Please, please!
I need to cum!”
       The green eyed wizard felt more than heard the chuckle from the Dark
Lord but the words burned themselves into his mind. “There now, Harry, my love,
that wasn’t so hard was it?” Oh the irony, praising him like that with a cock
that felt like velvet covered iron lodged deep up his butt!
       Voldemort rolled himself and his Harry over further so that the young
wizard was lying on top of him. He continued stroking Harry’s erection and
moved his other hand, abandoning his green eyed lover’s nipples to tease his
balls, letting his long fingers move caress and cup them as if they were
Chinese worry balls. The younger wizard’s reply surprised him and he felt the
muscles in Harry’s anus contract around him, massaging his cock before they
relaxed for a moment and then tightened again. The Dark Lord groaned and felt
Harry quiver before the younger wizard moved his feet, bending his knees to get
purchase on the slippery silk sheet so that he could ride up and down on
Voldemort’s rock hard shaft.
       Harry wasn’t ready when the Dark Lord shifted slightly so that the
inward plunge of his cock hit that spot and he saw stars. His lover was
merciless too and used the instant he was frozen, eyes wide, mouth open at the
feeling to wrap his fingers around Harry’s cock like a cage and tug upwards at
the cockhead. It felt like he was stuck in a vice and when Harry squirmed,
trying to find relief, the shaft within him hit that place again and he was
lost, collapsing on to the body beneath him as he came. His cum flew everywhere
and the Dark Lord shifted his grip, wrapping his hand around Harry’s cock
pumping it, milking every last squirt from his young body.
       There was a throaty laugh in his ear and as Harry recovered he felt the
Dark Lord move them again. This time twisting him around to face the red eyed
wizard and rolling again so that he lay on his back. Voldemort levered himself
over his Harry spreading the young wizard’s legs wide and putting his hands
down on either side of the slender hips, His thumbs reached out to stroke the
smooth skin. When he was sure Harry was settled, though his face still bore
signs of ecstasy, Voldemort pulled his cock back, almost all the way out before
he thrust powerfully back in. Harry’s sphincter worked at him, gripping him
tightly as it tried to prevent his shaft from leaving the smaller body and
relaxing when the motion was reversed and he pounded into his beloved.
       He wanted to be so completely in Harry that the young wizard would never
get him out, just as he had been in his beloved’s mind for years, observing,
planning but never, never letting Harry know he was there. The young wizard
didn’t know it yet, but it was he who had given the Dark Lord victory. His
observations of life and of regular witches and wizards had allowed Voldemort
to adjust and tailor his plans so that he gained popularity and power. But
since the night he had created their bond, tying them together for eternity,
there had been one small worry. He was immortal. His father’s non-human lineage
had given him the potential. His treatments had completed the process, locking
him forever into the body of a supremely beautiful human specimen but Harry was
not. His beloved was a wizard, a mortal and what good were centuries if his
beloved was torn away from him? Rebirth offered some alternatives but the Dark
Lord had rejected it. He did not want his Harry to leave him for an instant but
it was Harry who had presented him with the solution.
       When he had visited Harry on Halloween when his beloved was five, he had
felt instantly that something had changed. Harry knew fear! And the Dark Lord
knew rage! Why would Harry know fear!? He’d scanned through Harry’s mind as
gently as he could seeking the memory, seeking what he needed to destroy
because his mate should never fear!
       Not surprisingly, the fact that it was Dumbledore did nothing to quell
his rage. If anything it grew exponentially but before the feeling could leak
through their bond into his mate, Voldemort forcibly shoved the anger aside,
letting it simmer as he examined the memory, cuddling Harry close to give him
what comfort he could.
       Even though the memory was just over heard words it was fascinating and
very, very informative. Dumbledore, like himself was not human... And if one
insinuated the obvious conclusions, the Headmaster was also immortal and had
been in wizarding society for quite some time if the rebirth comment was to be
believed. It appeared some research was in order. He’d dug into Dumbledore’s
past before and had hit road blocks. He would just have to push through them,
discovering what the old man wanted to hide. He, Voldemort, had never made any
pretence of being human so when he lived for centuries it would be accepted.
Dumbledore, it appeared, had gone down the other path, pretending to be human
while he controlled them all.
       The knowledge that Dumbledore was an inhuman immortal who controlled his
pawns any way he could explained so much, not the least of which was why the
Lord Potter had voted against legislation he agreed with. But it also explained
quite neatly to the Dark Lord exactly why the two of them would never and had
never been at peace. It was definitely going to be one or the other... which
was probably why Dumbledore had altered that prophecy. The realisation came to
Voldemort... If he had of attacked in anger, striking his mate with the
intention to kill, then it was entirely possible that little Harry, infant
though he may have been at the time, would have had the power to destroy him.
He would have made Dumbledore’s prophecy the truth.
       Voldemort hissed to himself, a final realisation coming to him as he
released the memory after imprinting the words in his mind. If Dumbledore was
of the same species he was... then it was conceivable, with the right set of
circumstances to transfer the Headmaster’s immortality to anyone Voldemort
desired. As he stroked messy black hair, soothing this mate back to sleep, he
knew exactly who he desired.
      Red eyes blinked and the Dark Lord looked down at his mate, pausing in
his reaming of the tight hole to admire his handiwork. Harry was biting his lip
to keep from screaming, a little habit that was so cute and completely
unnecessary considering the number of privacy charms on the Dark Lord’s
personal quarters. Even if Harry’s screams woke the entire manor, Voldemort
still wouldn’t care so long as his voice screamed one name. The cherry red lips
were slightly swollen though and Voldemort smiled. He did so love stretching
them when he fucked his beloved’s face. Emerald eyes were cloudy, glazed with
satisfaction and the Dark Lord felt his smile widen, his own arousal tightening
at the proof of his claim over Harry’s body. Harry’s hair was everywhere and
his nipples were still flush with blood, brilliantly red against his creamy
skin. While the Dark Lord had milked him earlier, Harry’s cock was still weakly
spewing little jets of cum randomly.
       His mate was beautiful with his face glazed with ecstasy and small drops
of cum decorating him. Voldemort resumed moving, this time going slowly,
stroking in long deep thrusts into the confines of his beloved, seeking to
reach into his very core. Looking down at his mate, as the smaller body shook
with the force of each deep penetration the Dark Lord felt himself stiffen. His
balls gathered and the explosion started in the base of his cock, rocketing
along the length buried in Harry’s butt to blast into the hot interior.
       He stroked again and paused, another jet filling his beloved. And again
and each time Voldemort poured his essence into Harry, the boy’s name was torn
from his lips so that when he was spent, he collapsed onto his beloved,
panting. Exhausted, the Dark Lord turned his head, licking the green eyed
wizard’s cheek as he whispered the words directly into Harry’s ear, softly,
passionately, audible only to one. “I love you,” he hissed before sleep claimed
him.
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He stroked again and paused, another jet filling his beloved. And again and
each time Voldemort poured his essence into Harry, the boy’s name was torn from
his lips so that when he was spent, he collapsed onto his beloved, panting.
Exhausted, the Dark Lord turned his head, licking the green eyed wizard’s cheek
as he whispered the words directly into Harry’s ear, softly, passionately,
audible only to one “I love you,” before sleep claimed him.
       Voldemort came awake all at once, the survival trait a legacy of his
childhood and one he had not broken. He lay for a few moments, assessing
everything. Immediately his instincts told him there was no danger, so he
relaxed slightly to feel the more local situation. Harry was a warmth beneath
him and partially to his left and the Dark Lord could not help a smirk when he
realised they were still connected. Harry’s body had yet to release the
cockhead of his now completely soft pole. His smirk turned licentious and he
pushed himself upwards, once more covering Harry like a living blanket.
       Automatically he cast the charm for cleaning and lubrication because he
did not want to hurt his precious. Red eyes looked down at Harry’s still
sleeping face as he considered the stretching charm but he decided against it,
as he stiffened within the warmth of Harry’s tight hole that would also loosen
his beloved. Lubrication was a necessity, enforced muscle relaxation was merely
impatience and he prided himself on being a patient man.
       He began to move gently mindful of his swiftly diminishing lack of
arousal. Already, with just his thoughts and the few tiny motions, mere
millimetres penetrating further into Harry, Voldemort’s member was rapidly
thickening. Harry’s sphincter was a vice around his cockhead, gripping it
tightly and refusing to let it go. Their relationship had been intimate for
only a few months but already Harry was aware of how best to please his mate.
All his life the Dark Lord had never thought much of the weakness those who
followed the light indulged in, the weakness of love. Even after he’d heard the
true prophecy he had remained sceptical but there had been something in the
infant Harry’s eyes, a promise and he certainly more than fulfilled every
aspect of it.
       The Dark Lord continued moving gradually, slow small movements of his
hips that penetrated leisurely further and further into the tunnel of heat
while his hands explored Harry’s body. He already knew every inch of the milky
skin but renewing his acquaintance was a pleasurable endeavour. Harry’s eyelids
fluttered and Voldemort swooped to lay kisses along his cheek and jaw bone. He
took his time, even as his arousal became tighter and sweeter and fuller and he
knew he could penetrate faster, he kept his movements slow and sensuous.
However the instant he knew his pole was hard enough not to fall out of Harry,
he rolled them on to their sides. Voldemort’s hands went immediately to Harry’s
cock and balls and he began playing with them as he allowed his hips to move in
longer but still tender strokes. No other partner could double his pleasure
just by their own arousal and it was a valuable lesson in sharing he had learnt
from his mate.
       Though perhaps he had shared too much on the night he had merged that
part of their souls. The red-eyed man had known it would involve an equal
exchange though he felt he had gotten a larger part of Harry’s soul in return
but he had not realised some abilities may have been shared.
       With Harry’s birthday being in summer, the Potter’s tended to host a
large garden party to celebrate. That allowed the adults to congregate and talk
while their children played in another part of the garden, being entertained by
whatever magical curios Lily and James Potter had provided for this year. The
Potter’s catered for children of all ages so that even their younger children
were present, though usually under the watchful eyes of House Elves. The garden
party suited the Dark Lord. The Potter Manor’s formal garden was large which
provided him with much more area to remain undetected in. He visited his little
one twice each year, on his birthday and at Halloween and the purpose was
twofold. Firstly to ensure that their bond was developing as it should and
secondly to gather any relevant information the part of his soul in Harry had
observed via the boys eyes. Harry looked forward to his visits too. While
Voldemort understood the strain that was present in their bond from their
separation Harry merely knew that being close to the Dark Lord made him feel
right, though he could not explain it. His little one would understand in time,
and know why such restraint and sacrifice had been necessary but for now, it
was enough that he visited.
       Surprisingly the Dark Lord enjoyed the garden party. His own
observations of the adults’ interactions with each other provided him with
interesting insights. They might think they could hide their altering
allegiances from him but he could see, just from watching them who was allying
with whom and who had settled new business deals. The observations helped him
recruit and tailor his plans so that his ultimate goal could be reached. And
amusingly Dumbledore was often left wondering exactly how he had known things.
This year Lily was slim and radiant, having given birth a few months before to
Harry’s second little brother and Voldemort observed her carefully. She had
shown a great deal of power and skill when she had attempted to fend him off
Harry. She was beautiful, he supposed in a kind of fiery manner that was
controlled by her grace but he could not see what Severus saw in her. Even
after she had given another man five children, the Potion Master still pined
for her.
       It was the shriek which turned his attention back to the children. Most
of the adult’s didn’t notice though a few began moving. Those who were parents
were aware of the subtle difference between a shriek of happiness and one of
distress and the noise had definitely been distressed. For a moment the Dark
Lord didn’t know what was wrong. Harry had been showing off his youngest
brother, Callum Louis who was wriggling on the grass. While Harry’s other
siblings were close, all the other children had drawn back and the Dark Lord
could see a tiny snake mostly hidden by the grass, looking at the baby. There
was no threat, he could see that. The grass snake, despite the noise caused by
the children was merely curious and had been startled by their screams but more
importantly Voldemort could see Harry calmly speaking to the snake, his green
eyes glowing. He could not hear the words, not from this distance but he could
hear the cadence, and he knew that his destined mate was speaking in
parselmouth. Shock permeated him for an instant but the moment was broken as
two of the mothers, more sensitive that the others intruded on the scene.
       They saw the snake almost at the same time and they began screaming.
Their shrill voices set off the children and the little snake cowered in the
grass, attempting to escape the noise. Other parents rushed in, and most lost
their heads but the Dark Lord was pleased to note that neither James nor Lily
became hysterical and they cast simultaneously, Lily putting up a shield
between the children and the snake, while James transfigured the grass into a
tightly woven basket around the tiny petrified serpent. Voldemort nodded to
himself, pleased that they had not hurt the snake but he wondered if Harry
would be able to keep quiet about his newly discovered ability.
       He never got a chance to find out. One of the boys about Harry’s age, a
freckled red head pointed towards the Potter Heir and began shouting ‘He was
talking to it!’ That lead to an inevitable round of questions that resulted in
the confirmation that yes Harry was a parselmouth and that yes he had been
talking to the snake. He’d been telling the little serpent that it was okay to
look but that it should be careful and not come too close. The Dark Lord wanted
to curse the idiots who were now looking at his mate with fear and loathing but
he remained still and took special note of the faces of the few Death Eaters
who were in the same social circle as the Potters and who were not suspected of
being loyal to him. Destroying his more flamboyant and mindless followers seven
years ago and adjusting his policies to be less rabid had more than paid off
for him. Most of his followers were surprised which was acceptable but one or
two showed fear and would require re-education.
       Voldemort was pleased to note that both Lily and James, while being
astonished at the revelation of their son’s ability showed absolutely no fear.
If they had not been accepting he may have had to remove Harry and for the
moment he would prefer not to. A child should have a childhood and once Harry
knew exactly who he was, his childhood would be over. A House Elf had picked up
the basket and had vanished, probably to take the snake to some open grass land
to be released and the Dark Lord found himself relaxing as the party continued.
       The only regret of the afternoon being the sure knowledge that
Dumbledore would invariably be told of Harry’s gift. No matter, the immortal
had examined Harry in the past, and had found nothing, just as he would this
time. For a supposedly astute man, he could be remarkably blind to certain
things.
       Oh yes, the Headmaster was blind. If he actually saw the truth he would
never have accepted the Longbottom child as the prophecy child. Harry had more
power, more beauty… more everything than the child the wizarding world had
proclaimed their saviour, all because he disappeared, choosing to go back to
the shadow path to power. Voldemort almost felt sorry for what he had done to
Neville, subjecting him to Dumbledore’s constant attention, except the brat and
his parents had let the fame go to their heads and when their fall came, the
Dark Lord would make sure it was appropriate for their hubris.
       But that was still a thought for the future and at the present moment
the Dark Lord’s attention was required by his mate, who was blinking sleepily
as he awoke to the feel of Voldemort’s now solid cock lodged deeply in his
butt, his own dick hard from the ministrations of the Dark Lord’s skilful
hands.
       “Good morning, Minister,” Harry greeted him brightly.
       The Minister of Magic completely lost his train of thought when Harry
deliberately flexed his muscles, and a wave of pleasure rippled along
Voldemort’s length. The gesture was repeated and Harry laughed at the
inarticulate groan that came from his lover’s lips. Voldemort retaliated by
thrusting his hips, forgetting his earlier call to be gentle as he thrust
almost savagely into Harry’s hot tunnel. He lifted one leg, placing it over
Harry’s as he kept plunging into his beloved resuming his gentle love making
when Harry twisted to kiss him.
       Their tongues met and rubbed against each other before the Dark Lord
pushed his forward into the moist cavern of Harry’s mouth to explore and lick
before they mutually drew back for air. Voldemort kept stroking, the soft
rippled warmth of Harry’s butt caressing him like velvet. He kept the movements
smooth and slow, sensual and he was enjoying the growing heat between them.
Harry arched against him, flexing his muscles around the hard shaft being
driven into him as he rocked slightly. Every inward thrust aroused him further
and Harry closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of love that washed through him.
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Their tongues met and rubbed against each other before the Dark Lord pushed his
forward into the moist cavern of Harry’s mouth to explore and lick before they
mutually drew back for air. Voldemort kept stroking, the soft rippled warmth of
Harry’s butt caressing him like velvet. He kept the movements smooth and slow,
sensual and he was enjoying the growing heat between them. Harry arched against
him, flexing his muscles around the hard shaft being driven into him as he
rocked slightly. Every inward thrust aroused him further and Harry closed his
eyes enjoying the feeling of love that washed through him.
       He’d awoken to an alluring feeling of tightness from his groin and after
a moment he had sleepily realised his beloved was continuing celebrations and
there was really only one way he should greet the new Minister. He laughed when
Voldemort retaliated. It was a glorious way to wake up even though he knew that
their opportunities would be limited for the next few weeks at least. He and
the Dark Lord had discussed it and for the moment, no one, beyond those who
already knew the new Minister of Magic had a mate, would be allowed to know. So
Harry resolved to make the best of what he could.
       He arched, using his muscles to massage Voldemort’s steel shaft as it
seemed to flow into him and when they kissed he felt an electric shiver pass
through him. There was something about his lover’s touch that nothing could
match and every inch of his skin felt sensitised and longed for the stroking
hands of the Dark Lord. Harry needed to be touched, he wanted to be touched and
the green eyed wizard moved himself, pressing his body against his beloveds as
much as he could to feel the heat rise between them.
       Every inward stroke caressed him, stirring him up inside and he
stretched his arms up, trying to pull Voldemort towards him, to keep him buried
deep inside. The Dark Lord was being passionate, moving with slow full strokes
that filled him completely before drawing back to plunge straight back in.
There was no rush in the motion but the heat between them was building
steadily. Despite the sensuous nature of their lovemaking, Voldemort was
merciless, hitting Harry’s sweet spot every time, keeping him hard with no
other stimulation. Harry felt himself stretching, each penetration making him
rise higher and higher, strained tighter and tighter as the heat rose within
him. He would be feeling this glow all day and nothing, not even the knowledge
that his beloved would most likely kill quite a few people today made Harry
feel anything else but the burning need his lover was satisfying.
       He could remember the first time he’d known, truly known that his
destined mate could kill and it was at a time when he hadn’t even known that
his mate was a Dark Lord. He was eight and had been playing with his little
brothers and sisters when his Father had rushed into the room and instantly
Harry had known something was very, very wrong.
       “Oh thank Merlin,” James Potter had breathed sweeping all his children
into his arms, hugging them tightly.
       Things had been confusing then but Harry had found himself holding
little Callum with one arm, his other hand grasping Jasmine’s, while his Father
had picked up Marigold and held his hand to Edmund before the entire family
were transported from the room to find themselves blinking in the harsh medical
lights of St Mungos. They were in a corridor but James quickly moved them into
a room and Harry gasped as he saw their Mother lying on the bed.
       She was lying so still and Harry could see marks on her face and around
her there were a couple of mediwitches and they all seemed to be working
frantically. Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus were there and while they smiled,
Harry could see that they were grim.
       “Is Mummy going to be okay?” Harry heard himself ask, though he was
almost afraid of the answer.
       His Father looked at him, his blue eyes meeting Harry’s green squarely
and somehow he could see the urge his Father felt to lie, to tell him that
everything would be okay but the moment passed and his Father had swallowed,
kneeling down to face him before he answered with the truth. “I hope so Harry.
I would be lost without her.” It hurt to hear the truth, but he had never loved
his Father more than in that moment.
       “This woman is pregnant!” One of the mediwitches exclaimed and that
resulted in a fresh wave of activity.
       Harry stepped backwards to stand against the wall, out of the way, still
holding Callum, who was sleeping soundly, unbothered by all the anxious
activity around him. Remus took charge of the other children, moving them to
the other side of the room, out of the way as his Dad rose and took quick steps
to his wife’s side. Harry knew he wasn’t meant to hear his Fathers question but
he did. “Can you save them both?” The voice was a mutter, low pitched and
tense.
       “Somehow, we will, Lord Potter,” the mediwitch who seemed the most calm
replied, already casting further charms on the comatose wife of the leader of
the moderate faction of the Wizengamot. It meant absolutely nothing here, but
she liked his logical policies that were for the best for all magical
creatures, not just the purebloods.
       An Auror appeared at the door and Harry could see that his Father’s
attention was clearly divided but as he had in the past, he chose to do the
best thing he could at the time and he stepped over to speak with the black
robed Ministry Official. The two of them spoke quietly and once again Harry
knew he wasn’t meant to hear so he pretended he didn’t, but every word was
burned into his mind.
       “It was an assassination attempt,” the Auror said, his voice
unbelievably deep.
       “Kingsley! Who?” James demanded.
       “They were dressed as Death Eaters,” The Auror named Kingsley replied
and Harry carefully kept his face expressionless. What were Death Eaters?
“There were about five, and it was well executed.”
       “Death Eaters!? But he’s gone, why would they honour a Lord who is dead?
Do we know who it was?”
       The Auror shook his head. “They apparated away.”
       “Then how did Lily survive?” James demanded, gesturing towards his
unconscious wife. “Not that I’m ungrateful.”
       For a moment Kingsley looked uncomfortable before he composed himself.
“We did get one supposed Death Eater, but they are dead. He protected your
wife, and drove off the others but they got him with a killing curse.”
       “Who?”
       “Severus Snape.”
       For an instant there was no expression on his Fathers’ face and then
Harry was shocked when he saw his Father sob, tears streaming unheeded from his
eyes. “Try to keep the knowledge contained,” James said finally, and Harry
could hear the raw pain in his father’s voice.
       “It’s already done,” Kingsley replied. “Dumbledore didn’t want anyone to
know.”
       “That’s something at...”
       “..ja... James..?”
       Relief flooded through Harry when he looked over to see his Mother’s
eyes opened. They showed pain but her green orbs were clear and they were
locked on to her Husband. Even the Mediwitches seemed relieved and Harry knew
that his Mother would be okay. Almost instantly James was at his wife’s side,
one hand cupping her face while the other rubbed protectively over her abdomen.
“Oh Lily, Lily,” he sobbed, touching his forehead to hers. Instinctively Harry
moved forward in unison with his brothers and sisters so that their Mother
could see them and he smiled up at her when he saw her relax minisculely. Even
injured their Mother worried about them and he felt his heart soar with love.
He didn’t feel the tiny part of his mind that was so angry he could barely
comprehend the emotion but another did. And another reached out with a delft
touch to feel what was upsetting him and then that other burned with such rage
that Harry’s was dwarfed by the feeling, yet he felt nothing.
       For Harry things got confusing after that as the adrenalin he didn’t
even realise had been flooding his system left in a rush. The one thing he did
remember was his Father promising his Mother that no matter what, the new baby
would somehow bare the name ‘Severus’ and how Lily had smiled at him. Then
Harry found himself at home, the House Elves expertly taking charge of them
all, herding them all to be washed and feed while his Father dealt with things
at St Mungos.
       Though when it came time for bed, and on that day it came very quickly,
Harry didn’t even bother to lie in his own, instead he looked at Jasmine and
she understood. Harry collected Callum from his crib while his sister collected
Edmund and Marigold and they all trooped to their parent’s room and lay
together in their big bed. The smell of their Mother was comforting and Harry
didn’t think he’d be able to sleep but the next day he had awoken and the bed
felt different and he knew his Father was there too.
       He would have gone back to sleep but in his mind there was an image. It
was a horrible image and Harry was never sure why he didn’t cry out but perhaps
it was because of the feeling that accompanied the image, soul deep
satisfaction that this was just retribution. He almost didn’t want to look but
Harry found his mental eyes drawn to the image. There were four people, one
woman and three men. The knowledge that these were the people who had attacked
his Mother accompanied the vision. The four were writhing in such agony that
Harry knew it was not possible to feel further pain. They were not screaming,
though there was sound with the image in his mind but they were not screaming
because they were beyond that and the most they could manage was harsh
wheezing. Finally he saw a wand, well-polished and held by the most beautiful
hand he had ever seen, a hand that had been extended to hug him at various
times in his life. It rose, traced through a very deliberate motion and a green
light flashed. The gestures were repeated thrice more and Harry watched as the
other three died. He didn’t know who the four were but he knew that the man who
visited him every year on his birthday and at Halloween, the man who somehow
felt right and comforting to his senses, almost like his Mother but not quite,
had killed them. Little Harry looked for a few moments more, imprinting the
image in his mind before he opened green eyes to smile at his Father.
       “It’s going to be all right, Daddy,” Harry heard himself say and he knew
it would. Those who had dared to attack his Mother were dead and the bodies
would be found today. His Mum would be held for a few days in St Mungos, but
she would be fine and once she came home, everything would be back to normal.
       Harry rocked back and forth, sliding himself along the shaft within him.
He had known that his mate could kill, ruthlessly, without thought or
consideration for a long time but just as he hadn’t been bothered as a child,
today he didn’t care either. It was more than the burning excitement flooding
his body, it was true and complete apathy for those who would die. It was truly
easy to live with this Dark Lord, get out of his way or please him and Harry
proceeded to do just that. After all, if the new Minister of Magic didn’t get
the right start to the day, who knew what might happen!
Chapter End Notes
     Someone on another site correctly guessed Voldemort's species so I'll
     provide the same explanation here
     Voldemort is a cambion! What is a cambion? Text taken from Wikipedia;
     “A cambion is most often depicted as the offspring of an incubus and
     a human woman. At birth, the infant has no pulse and no breath. This
     continues until the child is about seven years old, where it becomes
     increasingly difficult to differentiate one from a human. A cambion
     is usually devilishly cunning and angelically beautiful, able to
     persuade even the most strong-hearted individual to do his or her
     bidding.” If that last sentence isn’t Voldemort before that fateful
     Halloween, I don’t know what is!
     Merlin is said to have been a cambion so not all of them are
     necessarily evil. There’s two descriptions of how they are created,
     one requiring a human mother, the other saying they are simply the
     offspring between incubus and succubus. For the purposes of this fic,
     I’ve gone with the human mother method.
     Now though I will give cookies if you can tell me who the four people
     who got dead were?
***** Courting *****
Chapter Notes
     There were cookies for a few people who correctly nominated who the
     Death Eater's were... The rest, all belong to me!
The Forever Game
Courting
       Harry rocked back and forth, sliding himself along the shaft within him.
He had known that his mate could kill, ruthlessly, without thought or
consideration for a long time but just as he hadn’t been bothered as a child,
today he didn’t care either. It was more than the burning excitement flooding
his body, it was true and complete apathy for those who would die. It was truly
easy to live with this Dark Lord, get out of his way or please him and Harry
proceeded to do just that. After all, if the new Minister of Magic didn’t get
the right start to the day, who knew what might happen!
       He rolled them over so that his lover was on his back. That left the
Dark Lord’s hands free to trace over his body and the older man lost no time in
attacking him. Harry groaned but was able to spin around, never letting
Voldemort’s rigid member leave his body. He straddled the Dark Lord and smiled
down before he ground his hips through the shape of the crescent moon, first
left to right, then back again. Harry licked his lips at the feeling and his
eyes were half closed as he focused on moving. The Dark Lord was caressing his
nipples and Harry moved his hands to retaliate, using his finger tips to circle
Voldemort’s little nubs.
       The Dark Lord’s skin was surprisingly soft but became flush and hard
under Harry’s gentle touch. As Harry continued to grind his hips extending the
crescent moon into a full circle he let his fore fingers trace around areola
while his other fingers tickled the firm muscles. As he moved, he could feel
Voldemort’s steel cock stirring around inside and he imagined if he pressed
hands to his abdomen he would be able to feel it. Harry took his time,
squeezing and moving effortlessly his balls brushing against Voldemort’s belly.
The older wizard’s strong hands moved to cup his buttocks and Harry felt a
slight lift upwards and he laughed before he lifted himself, deliberately
tightening himself as much as he could as he rose. His tongue licked his lips
at the sensation. Harry only let half the Dark Lord’s length from warmth of his
body before he moved back down feeling the delicious fullness that came from
having his beloved balls deep inside him. There were times Harry thought he
could stay like this forever. He felt so complete this way.
       He lifted himself again, this time allowing a little more of Voldemort’s
cock to exit his body. The Dark Lord’s hands lifted with him, squeezing his
buttocks as he moved and Harry’s green eyes closed in bliss and he continued.
Each time he rose he went just a little higher, to fall back down on to the hot
hard shaft, loving the way it rubbed his insides. The Dark Lord’s charm made
sure he was slippery but it was being with Voldemort that heightened his
sensitivity so that he could feel the soft velvety texture and every bulging
vein. He felt the bulbous head moving within him and Harry sighed in
contentment allowing himself to indulge in that feeling of completeness he felt
only with the Dark Lord.
       Harry had known Voldemort for most of his life as that man, never
realising that the man who made him feel right was the man most of the
wizarding community referred to as You-Know-Who, though they had no idea if he
was alive or dead. Every year, for as far back as he could remember, on his
birthday and at Halloween, the man visited him and they spoke for a few minutes
or just touched nothing inappropriate when he was younger just cuddles and
being held but it was enough. It made him feel... It was similar to the warmth
of love Harry felt from his parents and ever growing horde of siblings but it
was different. As a child he hadn’t known how it was different, now he knew
that it was passion, a depth of feeling he would only ever hold for Voldemort
who was now thrusting to meet him, filling him completely.
       But underlying that passion there was that subtle sense of completion
that the young wizard felt just by being around his dark lover. And so even
when they were joined as one, it was a comforting thought to know that this was
the man for him and Harry remembered the first time he had been truly
consciously aware of how the Dark Lord completed him.
       He had been lying awake on his eleventh birthday, trying and failing to
fall asleep. He little lion was beside him, no matter how childish it might be
seen he loved that little plushie and it had been with him for years. His brand
new wand was on the bedside table and his new school things were scattered
around the room but for some reason he was not content.
       It was almost a shock when he realised what was wrong. He hadn’t seen
that man. The man who visited him each year on his birthday and at Halloween,
the red-eyed man who’s warmth held him close and who spoke to him of the most
amazing things. He’d even taught him some basic spells, which Harry had
practiced as much as he could without a wand. He’d focused instead on
practicing the other thing the tall man had taught him, building a wall around
his mind. The red-eyed man always commented on that so Harry was diligent in
his practice so that the man would be happy because when the man was happy
Harry felt happy.
       As he lay in the darkness he tried to comfort himself. The man usually
showed up at his party and this year, because he wanted his wand the party had
been moved to the weekend, so perhaps he would see the man then. Even so he had
felt empty and cold. He had wanted to show off the oak wand that was on the
table beside him.
       As Harry held back his tears he missed the breath of air that announced
the change but he didn’t miss the soothing whisper or the warm hand that rubbed
his chest and without thinking he leapt from his bed, throwing his arms around
the man who now sat beside him. The tiredness which would have eventually
forced him to sleep disappeared and the man moved slightly to pull him properly
into his lap.
       “I missed you,” the phrase was soft and Harry was surprised at the pain
he could feel there. Automatically he reached out, brushing one small hand
along the man’s jawline. The other wizard sighed and dipped his head, and warm
air tickled through Harry’s hair as the other man inhaled his scent. They sat
for a few minutes and Harry closed his eyes savouring how right it felt. The
odd emptiness he always felt was gone and he knew now that it was because he
was close to this wizard. “How was Diagon Alley?” the question was asked before
Harry could form one about why he felt better with this wizard close.
       “It was amazing!” Harry exclaimed, distracted from his question as his
excitement rose again. Now that he felt right it didn’t matter why. He’d been
to Diagon Alley before but today it had been rather magical, if he could be
excused from using the word! Everything had seemed fresh and new. “I got an owl
so that I can send mail but I couldn’t find a familiar.”
       “Not too worry,” the wizard said, his voice understanding. “Sometimes
it’s best to wait to find just the right familiar,” he added. “Did you meet
anyone?”
       “There was this brat getting robes but he wasn’t very nice.”
       “Oh, what was his name?”
       “I think he said his name was Draco,” Harry shrugged. The blond had been
obnoxious and Harry hadn’t really cared for him. He’d felt shallow.
       The older wizard snorted slightly, seemingly amused. “Did he not know
who you were?”
       “After I told him my name he was nicer but Daddy always said that people
like that aren’t worth knowing. They only want to know you because they think
they can get something from you.”
       “Your Father is a very wise man. It’s no wonder he holds so much power
in the Wizengamot.”
       Harry didn’t really know about that. He just knew that his Dad worked a
lot and often dressed in really formal robes. It was usually Harry’s unofficial
job then to keep his littlest brother and sister away from their Father so that
they didn’t get him dirty. Harry knew how long it took to change those robes
and magic was not effective on them. “Maybe that’s why Mr Dumbledore isn’t
around,” he mused.
       “Oh the Headmaster hasn’t visited?” There was no hiding the interest in
the older wizard’s voice.
       “Not as much,” Harry said after a moment’s thought.
       The man was quiet and Harry could tell he was thinking so he just
enjoyed the warmth he could feel emanating from the older wizard. “What about
your wand?” the man asked eventually.
       Harry reached out and picked up the length of oak from the bed side
table, offering it to the other wizard who gently took it and examined it
carefully.
       “You don’t seem happy,” the statement was a question.
       The young wizard struggled with the question for a moment before he
answered. “It’s nice but it doesn’t feel quite right.”
       At the admission the other wizard frowned. “Ollivander could not find a
better fit?”
       “There was another wand,” Harry said taking his wand when it was offered
and putting it back on the bedside table, “but he said he was holding for
someone else.”
       “What was the wand?”
       “Phoenix feather and...” Harry struggled to remember the wood. It was
the magical part of the wand that interested him.
       “Holly.”
       “That was it!” Harry said brightly not even wondering how the other man
knew about it. However he did feel the very distinct sense of... not worry, it
wasn’t worry or concern but rather disturbance coming from the older wizard.
       “Why don’t you try this one?”
       Harry gasped. He had seen the other wizard’s wand but he had never
thought to touch it. It was beautiful, the light coloured wood polished to a
brilliant shine. Carefully he reached out and the instant his fingers brushed
the wood he felt a jolt in his magic. The other wizard’s hand was still
touching it and for a moment Harry experienced an odd double vision. He saw
himself but he almost seemed to be on fire with odd wisps curling off him.
Quickly the man drew his hand back, leaving Harry holding the beautiful wand.
       As his vision returned to normal, he missed the flare in his magic and
the sparks that came from the wand. The other wizard didn’t and his smile was
dazzling. Ollivander better have a good reason for denying his mate his true
wand though the red eyed wizard suspected he already knew the answer.
Dumbledore. The Headmaster probably wanted the wand for the miniscule
protection the brother wand would give his prophecy child. 
       “Well, mine definitely seems right for you,” Harry heard the pleased
voice. “We will have to see about getting you a better fitting wand in the
future, though do watch for that other wand, and keep track of it. It is meant
to be yours and in time it will reject its false master.”
       The small wizard nodded snuggling deeper into the arms holding him as he
felt sleep coming up on him. It had been a big day and with the comforting
presence of the other wizard making him feel right, the sleep that had been
eluding him was quickly making itself known.
       “You need your rest,” the other wizard said gently. “Just let me test
your shields.”
       Harry nodded and turned so that he was looking into red eyes. It was odd
but he felt a brush in his head behind his eyes as something slipped around his
mind. “Very good, Little One,” the older man complimented him. “Though you need
to keep working on them,” he added and Harry felt a caress against his mind.
“There is one more thing,” the man said. “If you ever feel anything brushing up
against your mind, you immediately look to the ground. I don’t care where you
are, you look to the ground and you write to your parents telling them that
someone was probing against your occulmency shields. Do you understand?”
       The insistence in the man’s voice was impossible to deny and Harry
nodded, closing his eyes, resting his head against the soft fabric of the man’s
robes as he felt sleep claim him.
      That was the first time Harry had really known exactly how much the Dark
Lord meant to him. He hadn’t been aware then of how deeply or intimately they
would be involved but he had known that somehow, he needed the other man in his
life.
       Harry smiled down at Voldemort, rocking gently back and forth before he
leaned back, placing his hands on the bed flexing his hips up and down on the
cock within him. The Dark Lord moved his hands, wrapping them around Harry’s
hard length and pumping at his lover. It was a blissful agony that Harry loved
and between each thrust he ground his hips through a tiny circle, feeling his
buttocks caressing Voldemort’s velveteen balls while his own brushed against
the soft skin of the Dark Lord’s stomach. While they had been going slow, all
pretence of that was lost as Harry drove himself down to meet the upward
thrusts.
~x~x~x~
***** Courting and Consolidation *****
Chapter Notes
     Well we start the second part of this fic with this chapter –
     Consolidation. It runs in time with Courting so enjoy.
The Forever Game
Courting and Consolidation
       Harry smiled down at Voldemort, rocking gently back and forth before he
leaned back, placing his hands on the bed flexing his hips up and down on the
cock within him. The Dark Lord moved his hands, wrapping them around Harry’s
hard length and pumping at his lover. It was a blissful agony that Harry loved
and between each thrust he ground his hips through a tiny circle, feeling his
buttocks caressing Voldemort’s velveteen balls while his own brushed against
the soft skin of the Dark Lord’s stomach. While they had been going slow, all
pretence of that was lost as Harry drove himself down to meet the upward
thrusts.
       The young wizard was gasping in unison with the Dark Lord and each
movement drove him higher and higher, making him feel tight until he thought he
would burst.  
       “Harry!” Voldemort cried out, red eyes locked on to Harry’s face as he
came into the hot depths of his beloved.
       He felt the Dark Lord cum, gushing into him and he drove down. Harry
clamped his muscles down, milking the cock within him as the feeling of the
rock hard shaft spurting into his depths sent him over the edge. “Voldemort!”
Harry’s cry mixed with the Dark Lord’s as they came together.
       After a moment, Harry fell forward, heedless of his cum splattered on to
Voldemort’s stomach. The Dark Lord remained buried within him but his hands
moved to stroke up and down Harry’s back. The younger wizard smiled and shifted
slightly, kissing his beloved tenderly but the Dark Lord deepened the kiss as
they both softened, his tongue demanding entry into the hot cavern that was
Harry’s mouth.
       Harry smiled at his lover as the joyous afterglow flowed through him.
The feeling redoubled when the Dark Lord smiled back, reaching up to brush a
stray hair from Harry’s face. “Good morning Harry.”
       “Good morning, Minister,” Harry said again.
       “Oh no!” Voldemort warned though his smile brightened. “The Minister
would love to greet you properly again but I do have to go be the Minister
today.”
       Harry sighed and he shifted, suppressing his gasp when the Dark Lord’s
now soft shaft exited his body. He felt almost weakened but he scooted over on
the bed and stood. They had little rituals after they had made love and this
was one of them. Harry felt the wash of magic over his body, cleaning him
completely and the instant he was clean he picked up his wand which was always
on the bedside table and flicked it through the same spell, cleaning his
beloved. Voldemort licked his lips as he watched Harry and the younger wizard
blushed, fighting the rising heat the dark wizard’s licentious gaze made him
feel but the moment faded when the Dark Lord turned and walked towards his
wardrobe.
       A moment later he returned carrying a set of full formal robes. Harry
had slipped into a tunic but his eyes widened when he saw the gear. Those were
the robes you wore only at the most important functions, the highest ceremonies
of power.
       “I’d better help you,” Harry said as he moved back around the bed,
moving towards the wardrobe to fetch the undergarments. The few times he
remembered his Father wearing similar robes, his Mother had helped him dress,
though Harry expected that sometime soon, he would have to wear similar robes
in the Wizengamot as he was presented officially as his Father’s heir. He was
of age but that presentation was done after he had completed his N.E.W.T.s
which the Wizengamot Lord’s claimed gave them the measure of a man.
       He handed the Dark Lord the garments and deliberately turned to find the
first layer of robes as the man shifted, not even noticing his own nakedness as
he dressed. Harry had though and he wanted his beloved all over again, wanted
to taste him, wanted to tease him, wanted everything about him. Just as he
found the right cloth Harry felt himself grabbed and spun, red eyes burning
into him and his heart rate soared. Voldemort leant down to kiss him, crushing
their lips together as he forced his tongue into Harry’s mouth. An instant
later, the younger wizard was released and Harry watched as the red eyed man
threw back his head, licking his lips as he tasted Harry on his skin.
       “As much as I would love to let you give in to your desire, Harry,”
Voldemort said after a moment, his voice showing his own craving, “I really do
have to be the Minister today.”
       Harry smiled, deliberately appearing cheerful as he brought his racing
heart back under control. “I know,” he said, firmly telling his hormones that
they had to wait before he held out the first layer of robes. He knew the Dark
Lord wanted him and he knew that Voldemort had wanted him since he was a baby
when he had tied their souls together but Harry hadn’t felt this needy since...
Since he realised that male or not, he wanted to have sex with the Dark Lord.
       He’d been fourteen at the time and it was Halloween. The feast at
Hogwarts was as wonderful as always but Harry had been waiting to see him, the
red eyed man who made him feel whole. He’d heard the boys talking in their dorm
and he knew that some of them were experimenting kissing girls though Terry
Boot had boasted of going ‘all the way’ Harry thought that was a lie. He didn’t
want a girl. He loved his sisters and Mother dearly but he felt nothing for any
other woman beyond friendship. He wanted a man and not just any man, he wanted
the red eyed man who had visited him every Halloween. Harry had been very
careful to make sure that none of his dorm mates even suspected his desire
because he knew what they would say and he knew what they would be like.
Wanting a man was not exactly taboo in Wizarding culture, but it wasn’t talked
about either. So long as you go married and had at least one kid, you could do
what you wanted. He knew he wasn’t ready for sex but he intended to make his
feelings known.
       The man had said that sometimes it was difficult for him to visit Harry
at Hogwarts but so far he hadn’t missed a single visit and Harry didn’t think
he would start now. He’d had slipped out of his dorm earlier, heedless of
curfew and he was waiting in a class room sitting on one of the desks. While he
waited he planned a prank. He’d told his Father and Godfather back in his first
year that he would play possum for a few years and they had reluctantly agreed
it was a great plan but now he did have to implement the pranks he had planned.
       He’d just gotten to where he would be placing the anchoring charms when
there was a breath of air and a soft foot fall behind him. Harry suppressed his
squeal of happiness but he didn’t bother to hold himself back, jumping off the
desk and into the man’s arms, boldly placing a kiss on the red lips. For an
instant the man returned the kiss before his arms wrapped around Harry and
gently but firmly pushed him back.
       “Harry, what are you doing?” came the inevitable question.
       He looked to the ground, fighting tears. The man didn’t want him. “I...”
he managed to sob not able to get out further words. For a moment they stood
before Harry felt a little twist within him and suddenly the man’s arms were
around him again, crushing him as they embraced his trembling body.
       “Oh Harry,” the wizard said and the young wizard felt a relaxation charm
cast at him while the older wizard ran his hands up and down his back,
soothingly. His head was tilted up so that his tear filled eyes were looking up
into red and he could see the wry smile on the man’s face. “Harry,” the other
wizard breathed and the green eyed boy managed a weak smile. “You must never
think that I do not want you. I do. Every time I visit you, I want you more but
you must understand, I will not touch you until you come of age, until you
truly understand who and what I am. Though my Little One,” and at this point
the man had leant down to place a kiss on Harry’s forehead, “I warn you, on
that day, your world will end for I will no longer be in the shadows.”
       Harry frowned. He didn’t understand, though he had heard the desire in
the man’s voice, he had heard the truth of the words. He could always tell when
someone was lying to him and the man holding him close was almost in pain from
the truth. “What do you mean?” Harry asked.
       The man’s smile turned truly amused though tinged with cunning. “Ask
your parents about the one the wizards whisper about, the one whose name they
will not say but who they acknowledge as a Dark Lord.”
       Harry felt his green eyes open wide and his knees went weak. “You are?”
He didn’t know what else to say but before anything could happen, before he
could scream or faint or run a hand went to the back of his head and he was
kissed, the older man’s lips crushing against his own. Instinctively Harry
replied, opening his mouth and gently pushing his tongue forward. The other man
quickly dominated him, his own tongue wrapping around Harry’s, rubbing and
caressing. It was wonderful, far better than the boys had said and Harry felt
his knees give out but his weight was supported by the other wizard. At length
they parted, panting and Harry licked his lips lightly, deliberately tasting
the other man.
       “I am a Dark Lord,” the man said as he picked Harry up and sat him on
one of the desks before he drew back, “because my power is dark. It is
therefore assumed that I am evil and while I am capable of great evil, a look
from you would stop me. But you must understand, I will take over, but it won’t
be via a war.”
       “War?”
       “It was the path I was on when I found out about you but war is too
destructive and thus I decided that there were other means to power. There will
be some deaths, but not as many. I do not want death, what I really want is a
few changes.”
       Harry blinked. He wasn’t sure what he should say and his doubt must have
shown on his face. The man who had identified himself as the Dark Lord reached
out and stroked his cheek. “Little One, if I had to choose, I would pick you
because I want you more than anything. That is what you should focus on though
for now, talk to your parents,” the man said with a smile. “And keep working on
your shields,” he added with a little laugh.
       Harry had done just that and at his next birthday he had been a little
apprehensive but he was sure of his feelings. His parents had been honest and
had explained what they knew of the Dark Lord, sorting through most of the lies
to tell him the truth and Harry had appreciated that. The man had been born Tom
Marvolo Riddle but had dubbed himself Lord Voldemort. He had killed, hundreds,
maybe thousands and then at the height of his rise to power, when wizards were
dying daily he had disappeared. Most thought he had died from something Neville
Longbottom had done but no one was sure what had happened especially as half of
his forces turned up dead.
       But while the dying had stopped, his influence had not disappeared.
Policies, procedures, opinions, they still followed the Dark Lord’s teachings
so a few, Dumbledore being the most prominent amongst the wizards, took the
belief that he was not dead, that he was merely waiting. As Harry had sat on
his bed that night he had truly appreciated exactly how much the Dark Lord had
trusted him when he had revealed himself. He could have made up a name, he
could have done any number of things but he had been truthful with Harry and
his heart was swollen with love.
       He’d looked up at the older wizard when the man had entered his room,
smiling softly. His smile had been returned and Harry had been swept into
strong arms and after they’d spoken everything was all okay. He still wanted
the Dark Lord and the kiss they shared that night only reinforced the feeling.
It had been hot and heavy and filled with need on both sides.
      But both their needs had more than been filled once he had come of age
and Harry smiled at his beloved as the older wizard stood with his arms out and
Harry laced up the heavy dress robes. While he’d been remembering the inner
robes and the outer robes had been pulled into place and he was lacing up the
final ties now. He stepped back once he was done and sat back on the edge of
their bed.
       Today, with the first session of the Wizengamot with the new Minister of
Magic would truly mark the first day of his beloveds rise to power because as
Harry had learnt, it was one thing to take power, it was quite another to keep
it. He had every confidence in Voldemort’s ability though and he looked forward
to finding out if today was the day Dumbledore died.
       “Probably not, Little One,” the Dark Lord said and Harry flushed with
the endearment. “He still thinks he can win but I plan on debasing him of that
knowledge soon enough and then he will die, but he will die when I am ready
because his death will be part of something far, far more important.”
       “Oh?” Harry raised one eyebrow questioningly.
       “Not today Little One though you will find out in time. Do your
homework, you need to pass your N.E.W.T.s and you won’t have time to study
tonight.” The Dark Lord’s smile was suggestive and Harry shivered happily as
the older wizard let himself out.
       He didn’t know everything of Voldemort’s plans but he did know they were
proceeding exactly as the older wizard wished and Harry smiled. His beloved
didn’t mind adversity, and positively loved it when someone was troublesome but
he was so kittenish when everything was going his way and Harry did so love
that side of him. Harry dressed properly before he sat back at his desk,
quickly tidying his notes before he grabbed his bag and ran for the floo. He
was home schooled but that didn’t mean he could be late!
 
 
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Chapter Notes
     Thank you to everyone who commented. I hope you continue to enjoy.
     The next few chapters are smex-less but deal with the Wizengamot and
     lead into the next part.
The Forever Game
Courting and Consolidation
       Harry didn’t know everything of Voldemort’s plans but he did know they
were proceeding exactly as the older wizard wished and he smiled. His beloved
didn’t mind adversity, and positively loved it when someone was troublesome but
he was so kittenish when everything was going his way and Harry did so love
that side of him. Harry dressed properly before he sat back at his desk,
quickly tidying his notes before he grabbed his bag and ran for the floo. He
was home schooled but that didn’t mean he could be late!
       The black haired wizard grinned at his siblings when he saw that he got
there just before his teacher. Since they were home schooled, they started
young so little Bryony was there to even though she was seven. He smiled when
their teacher entered and took up his place at the front. He’d been at Hogwarts
for four and a bit years so it had taken a little to get used to having one
teacher teaching them but he was used to it now. They were all used to it and
their results spoke for themselves. Their Mum and Dad helped out in the
evenings, working their way through homework and it gave their family a lot of
time together.
       The only time he went back to Hogwarts now was to do the standardised
testing that were the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s which was what he was studying for
now. He’d do his N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year and while his parents would
be proud of him no matter how he did, he wanted to repeat his O.W.L. results.
He suspected that his Mum and Dad had been chuffed when he’d broken the
previous records. As well they should be since it was one against Dumbledore.
       And anything that could be done against Dumbledore should be done. He
didn’t know all of Dumbledore’s plots but he knew the exact time his parents
had been freed.
       It had been the Halloween of his fifth year and he’d just pulled his
most successful prank yet. He suspected some of the teachers had figured out
the culprit was him but most were attributing the prank to his little brother,
Edmund who had just started Hogwarts. At least they didn’t punish him without
proof so that was something since Harry didn’t want to have to apologise to Ed.
As had become normal for him he was waiting in an empty class room for the Dark
Lord and Harry had shivered slightly. He knew the risks the wizard was taking
just to visit him but he couldn’t find it within himself to insist the older
man stay away. He needed to see him, to see his red eyes and feel the man’s
almost over whelming power. He needed to taste him again.
       “Harry,” his name was whispered into his ear and the young wizard smiled
as warm arms closed around him.
       Harry had no idea how the Dark Lord got through Hogwart’s supposedly
great defences but he didn’t care. The dark wizard’s lips were warm and he
tasted as good as he remembered and Harry lost himself to the moment.
       It was very short lived and Harry yelped when his arms were grabbed and
the Dark Lord pushed him away, red eyes burning as he examined Harry. The
wizard snarled and the young wizard felt a small stab of fear and he remained
silent as the Dark Lord leaned in close, breathing deeply.
       “Have you been to the Mediwitch lately?” The question came through
gritted teeth.
       Harry savagely shook his head, his breath coming in short gasps as he
wondered what was wrong. One hand was removed from his bicep and the Dark Lord
drew his wand and traced through a complicated charm that ended with the tip of
the polished wood being placed on Harry’s forehead.
       “As I thought,” the older wizard muttered.
       “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, gulping as he imagined all sorts of things.
       “Someone has been giving you a potion.”
       “What?”
       “My thought exactly. From the smell, it is a love potion. Thankfully
they have used a two part potion so that you don’t fall in love with the first
bimbo you see. I don’t know who they are, but make no mistake, my little one, I
will not tolerate any challenges for you.”
       “I didn’t know!” Harry felt the need to protest against the burning
anger he could feel in the Dark Lord.
       For a moment his voice didn’t seem to reach the man, then his gaze
softened as he blinked, looking back at Harry. “I know you didn’t,” the Dark
Lord agreed, once again pulling Harry into his embrace. “But you must
understand, I consider you mine, and I look after what is mine.”
       “I’m not a thing.”
       “No, you are my mate, the one who will complete me and the only reason
we have not consummated that bond is because you are not of age. Taking another
lover is not an option.”
       “I don’t want another lover! I want you but I don’t want you thinking I
knew about this.”
       For a moment Voldemort stilled and then Harry was pulled close to the
Dark Lord, strong arms crushing him to the older wizard’s chest. “I do not and
will never blame you for this, but I want that potion out of your system right
now.”
       “Can you cleanse it or will it require a counter potion?”
       “A counter,” the Dark Lord said and Harry could hear his disgust.
       “What’s wrong?”
       “It’s not an easy potion, and I don’t know who I would trust to brew it
correctly, which makes me wonder who could be giving you the potion in the
first place, since it is not student level.”
       Harry blinked. While he had been disinterested he had noticed that some
of the females were paying more attention to him this year but he couldn’t pick
out any he thought had given him this potion, though getting rid of it, that
was definitely a concern. He’d never actually seen what bad potion could do but
he’d heard enough stories to know he did not want it happening to him. He
really didn’t know that many good potions brewers except for... “What about my
Mum?”
       “Your Mother is a Charms mistress,” the Dark Lord objected.
       “I know but she is a Class A rated Potion Brewer.”
       “You’re sure?”
       Harry nodded. “She got the rating so she could brew all the household
potions.”
       Harry had then followed the Dark Lord through the corridors of Hogwarts.
The wizard hadn’t bothered creeping or slinking but had instead been confident
and they had somehow encountered no one. The night was mild but Harry shivered
as he realised the likely reaction of his parents... to any number of things.
       “I’m not going to kill them little one,” the Dark Lord almost seemed
amused as he picked up on Harry’s trepidation. “I will explain a few things. In
a sense I will be setting them free.”
       He grasped at that hope. “What do you mean?”
       “You Father is a very powerful man, we’ve discussed this before. He
leads what is known as the Moderates which are about a forty percent block of
the Wizengamot. That’s one of the reasons Dumbledore has always kept him close.
The remaining Wizengamot is broken into smaller factions who vote together or
apart depending on how their interests align. About thirty percent are sworn to
me. Now, do you remember when you were five and you heard your Father and
Dumbledore arguing?”
       They were just coming up on the Hogwart’s boundary wards and the
question caught Harry by surprise. It took him a moment but he remembered that
the Headmaster had said some very odd things that day. Harry nodded.
       “Why did your Father change his mind? He liked the policies, he thought
they were reasonable but needed a bit of work so why did he then vote against
them?”
       Harry frowned, trying to remember clearly. His Dad had been supportive
and then... Harry gasped. “Dumbledore forced him?”
       The older wizard smiled. “Exactly. It’s taken me a very long time to
find the few pertinent details about the Headmaster that I needed but now that
I know, it’s only a matter of time before I rip his immortal heart out.”
       “Dumbledore is immortal!?” Harry gasped the question.
       “In the same way I am immortal, my little one,” Voldemort answered and
Harry was struck again by how inhumanely beautiful the man was. Looking up at
him, seeing his perfect form Harry could well believe the one the wizards
called the Dark Lord was immortal. “Now, I will petrify your Mother and Father
and explain the truth to them once I remove any controlling charms and
compulsions of which I expect to find quite a few. That will do most of my
explanation anyway but I need you to take charge of your little brothers and
sisters. Is your Mother pregnant again?”
       Harry frowned recalling the letters from home. “I don’t think so.” No
one had mentioned anything but since he had nine siblings, it was always a
possibility.
       “I’ll be careful anyway,” the Dark Lord had said with an almost shocking
good humour before he reached out to take Harry’s arm and they had apparated.
      “Harry!” His teacher’s voice broke into his reverie. “Did you finish
studying those transfiguration chapters?”
       Harry blushed, a little ashamed to be caught wool gathering but he shook
his head, looking down towards his notes.
       “I see. Try to make sure you do not fall behind. This will be a
difficult year for you, especially if you want to do well in your N.E.W.T.s.”
       Harry nodded. It would be a difficult year for him studying and keeping
up with his beloved but he’d managed for a few months, he could manage for
longer especially as his Dark Lord wanted him to study. At least his parents
would understand. They would already know about the change in government so
would hopefully realise that he had been rather central in the Minister’s
private celebrations and so wouldn’t be annoyed when he told them he hasn’t
been able to finish his homework.
       They didn’t always like it but they knew exactly whose bed their eldest
son slept in. They had had a few years to come to terms with the thought but
Harry knew, and they had made it clear to him that he would always be their son
and they would always want what was best for him. They knew Voldemort was the
best mate for him but the past made them nervous and they had tried to explain
it to him once. Knowing that the best mate for him was a man who wold not be
afraid to kill thousands because he already had was nothing they had ever
envisaged for him. Harry loved the fact that his parents were also strong
enough to admit that a lot of what they had envisaged was tainted by the
compulsions of another but there was one thing they did know because they had
both felt it, the new Minister of Magic did love him and would always love him.
And if he was with a loving partner, that was all they could really ask for.
***** Courting and Consolidation *****
Chapter Notes
     There's still a few more chapters before we get back to smex but
     soon. I wanted to deal with the Wizengamot in 'actual' fic time
     because it leads into the next part of the story more smoothly.
The Forever Game
Courting and Consolidation
       Harry nodded. It would be a difficult year for him studying and keeping
up with his beloved but he’d managed for a few months, he could manage for
longer especially as his Dark Lord wanted him to study. At least his parents
would understand. They would already know about the change in government so
would hopefully realise that he had been rather central in the Minister’s
private celebrations and so wouldn’t be annoyed when he told them he hasn’t
been able to finish his homework.
       They didn’t always like it but they knew exactly whose bed their eldest
son slept in. They had had a few years to come to terms with the thought but
Harry knew, and they had made it clear to him that he would always be their son
and they would always want what was best for him. They knew Voldemort was the
best mate for him but the past made them nervous and they had tried to explain
it to him once. Knowing that the best mate for him was a man who wold not be
afraid to kill thousands because he already had was nothing they had ever
envisaged for him. Harry loved the fact that his parents were also strong
enough to admit that a lot of what they had envisaged was tainted by the
compulsions of another but there was one thing they did know because they had
both felt it, the new Minister of Magic did love him and would always love him.
And if he was with a loving partner, that was all they could really ask for.
       At that moment in time, the man the wizarding community would not name
was sitting in the Minister’s chair in the Wizengamot’s chambers and they were
finally seeing who they had elected. Those of the Wizengamot who were already
known to support him were gloating, though there were a few obviously pleased
wizards who Voldemort had no idea had leanings towards his teachings.
Dumbledore was in a rage but would not risk a confrontation here and the Dark
Lord imagined his rage would only grow as the morning continued. There would be
quite a few changes the old wizard would not approve of but could do nothing to
stop. The Lord James Potter, the leader of the single largest block in the
Wizengamot looked properly horrified, as if he realised only now who some of
his supporters had voted for.
       Lord Voldemort was actually impressed with the show the Lord Potter was
putting on. He knew exactly where Harry’s father’s loyalty lay but the man was
a far more skilled actor than anyone gave him credit for and when it came to
the protection of his family, he was as his Gryffindor heritage indicated,
absolutely fearless.
       Red eyes met the Lord Potter’s blue and while there was no hint of
recognition, in that moment the Dark Lord remembered his first true meeting
with the man.
       With Harry as a passenger in side along apparition the wards of the
Potter Manor had very smoothly parted to let him through and there had been an
instant of disorientation when he had appeared. He was ready for that, but the
Lord and Lady of the Manor had not been ready and were quickly held motionless
by his petrification charm. Harry had looked at his parents with a face that
was trying to say ‘I can explain everything’ and Voldemort had resisted the
urge to snort his laughter. In any other being, such a look would have him
itching to drag a knife across their throat for stupidity, in his beloved it
made him see just how innocently beautiful Harry was.
       Fortunately there was a way to explain everything and the Dark Lord
intended to do it. He sat on the couch facing the Lord and Lady Potter patting
the space beside him for Harry. Harry might see nothing with the gesture but
his parents would. After Harry had settled, Voldemort looked over at his
beloved’s parents and began as if they were not still stuck in his
petrification charm. Both sets of eyes held a complex mix of emotions but the
foremost was fear and worry for their eldest son and other children, then came
their hatred of him. The phrase was tossed around but Harry’s parents really
were model citizens.
       “Now, regardless of what you might be thinking, I am going to cast a few
charms on you; nothing dangerous, nothing controlling, quite the opposite in
fact. I am sure Lady Potter will recognise them. After they are cast, we will
wait a few minutes, and then I will remove the petrification charm and we can
talk.” Without further preamble he raised his wand just as an enraged House Elf
flashed into the room. Whatever spell the little creature had been about to
unleash, and Voldemort could feel that it was very powerful, it was averted
when his little one jumped towards the small elf shouting, “No Binky, it’s
okay!”
       There was a crack of power and a flash of light that ended in a tumble
of limbs on the far side of the room and he spared only enough attention to
ensure that Harry was unharmed as he came to his feet, gently holding the now
unconscious House Elf.
       Without further delay Voldemort cast a series of charms at the Lord and
Lady Potter and after Harry had summoned another elf to care for Binky and to
see that they weren’t disturbed further, he returned to his place at the Dark
Lord’s side. Voldemort could remember, even then smiling at the warmth that
gesture had given him but he had been more interested in observing his mate’s
parents.
       Lily had indeed recognised the charms but she had been confused as to
why he was casting such an esoteric lot of compulsion breakers and then her
green eyes, so much like Harry’s, had become cloudy as the charms took effect.
Even so a prompt usually moved these things along more smoothly.
       “Lord Potter, think about the time Harry was five. There was a series of
new policies before the Wizengamot for consideration. They were about magical
children and how the community should be best looking after them. It dealt with
all magical children, purebloods, half bloods and muggle-borns. The gist of it
was that they should all be monitored to ensure that they were in a loving
environment, even if both parents were muggles. If they were not steps should
be taken to ... Ah... I see you recall it now.” Voldemort smiled. As he had
been speaking he was watching James’ eyes. They too had clouded as the charm
took effect but the anger and the growing self-loathing that once again he
could not protect his family had still been evident. But as the Dark Lord had
spoken he had been reading the tiny changes in his eyes that indicated the Lord
Potter had been remembering and when they had gone flat, he knew that the Lord
Potter had recalled exactly what had happened.
       “That’s just one instance I know about, I’m sure there are many others
littering both your minds.” The Dark Lord waited a few more minutes while Harry
sat quietly beside him. The boy’s mind was troubled but he could do nothing to
calm him at the moment. As he watched both the Lord and Lady Potter’s eyes
changed as more and more memories altered and they could remember everything.
He didn’t know exactly what Dumbledore had been doing but it was most likely
extensive. When they were both glaring at their memories he spoke again. “I’m
going to remove the petrification charm and I trust we can be civil?”
       There was no answer of course and without further consideration he
raised his wand again, undoing the petrification charm. Both Lily and James sat
for a few moments longer before James closed his eyes and when they opened, the
Lord Voldemort was exceedingly pleased to see that the hurt husband and father
was gone, and reflected in his blue depths was the very powerful wizard
politician who lead the largest Wizengamot faction. “We need to talk.”
       “We do, but first a few housekeeping matters. Lady, if you would be so
kind as to cast a medical detection charm on your son, I would be most
appreciative.”
       It took only a moment and as Lily observed the charms results, the Dark
Lord was pleased to see that her reaction mirrored his own. She moved to
embrace Harry and he found himself confronted by her green eyes sparking
furiously. “The counter will be ready in two days,” she said, “because I will
need at least a day to calm down.”
       Voldemort felt himself smile indulgently, his eyes caressing Harry as
his beloved returned his mother’s hug.
       “Now, before we talk, Lord Potter, a few things.”
       “I tell Lily everything.”
       “Of course, she is your partner, just as Harry will be mine, but there
are a few things he too should hear,” Voldemort dismissed the objection as Lily
reluctantly released her eldest son and sat back beside her husband. “The first
piece of information you must have is that the prophecy you know is false. It’s
very close, I will grant that and it could have been true but I do not trust
whispered words overheard in a public place.
       “The true prophecy is spoken thus; ‘The one with the power to complete
the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the
seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord shall make equal exchange, for he shall
have power unknown over the Dark Lord. Both may die at the hand of the other
for neither can live if the other merely subsists.’”
       Voldemort allowed a few minutes for them all to think about the words.
He had had years and they still held power for him. “Equal exchange?” Lily
finally asked, no doubt remembering the scene he’d left in the nursery.
       “I used the death of your friend to exchange a part of our souls,” the
red eyed wizard shrugged.
       “But Dumbledore fo...” Lily bit her lip as she realised what she had
thought about Dumbledore was a lie.
       “Dumbledore found nothing because I did not wish him to find anything.
Equal exchange. There is nothing missing from your son, because I replaced
everything that I took.”
       “He was no friend of mine!” James objected hotly, ignoring the other
implications.
       “Ah, but he was,” the Dark Lord said gently but firmly. “Originally I
did think I had convinced one of the precious Marauders to betray the others
but when I heard the true prophecy I doubted everything and so I discovered
that Petrigrew did not betray you willingly. He had been sent to me and I
reacted in exactly the way I was meant to.”
       “What else did we need to know?” James Potter asked, obviously still ill
at ease with many aspects but willing to think about them now that he knew the
truth.
       Voldemort was mildly surprised that neither had brought up the ‘power
over’ the Dark Lord part of the prophecy but he supposed he should be grateful
for small mercies. They would remember that soon enough and he did not wish to
explain quite yet exactly what their son meant to him. “Lady, I believe you
recognised the charm I used to break compulsions?”
       Lily, who had been silently communing with her son nodded. “But...” She
traced out the wand movements with her graceful hands. “I did not recognise the
specific wand movement for the creature.”
       Voldemort smiled at her again, and he chuckled softly when Lily realised
the obvious implication of her admission. “Dumbledore’s not human?” she gasped.
       “He’s half human.”
       “What is he?”
       The Dark Lord took a deep breath. He would have liked to have left them
to find out by themselves but simply telling the Lord and Lady was more
expedient. “He is a creature known as a cambion, and quite an old one. Do not
let his appearance fool you, in reality he looks much younger. The age illusion
is merely to help him fit in. I have detected his influence in the past few
centuries of Wizarding History and after living a longish life of power, his
persona dies and he is ‘reborn’ as a new wizard but that is fake. He has not
died, he has not been reborn, it is simply his way of appearing mortal.”
       “Was he going to use Harry?”
       Voldemort blinked. That was not something he had considered but the idea
struck him as being something Dumbledore might do. It would be simple enough to
pretend to die and then to kill off the eldest Potter to take his place just as
the boy was finishing his education and could legally move out of the Manor,
which would hide all tell-tale changes in personality and all the rest. And if
not Harry then Edmund or one of the other sons could have been used. With the
Potter name, even if estranged that would give Dumbledore the power to launch
his new life quite successfully. “I do not know,” he answered honestly. “Nor do
I care because it is not going to happen. I have shown you how to break a
compulsion cast by a cambion, I suggest you teach all your faction the charm
under the guise of a new protection and tell them to watch for other means of
control. The old man is a master of the game and I guarantee he will not be
happy that the years he has invested in you have been broken.”
       “He will have far more than that to worry about once I’m through,” James
muttered and Voldemort found himself smiling again. It was so nice when things
just slipped into place.
      Just as they were now.
       The Major Domo of the Wizengamot was calling for order and various Lords
were taking their seats along their party lines. Dumbledore was particularly
pained as he took up his place in the Speaker’s box. It gave him such a
wonderful view of the Minister and Voldemort made sure to smile at him as the
Major Domo announced that the Wizengamot was in session.
 
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The Forever Game
Courting and Consolidation
       The Major Domo of the Wizengamot was calling for order and various Lords
were taking their seats along their party lines. Dumbledore was particularly
pained as he took up his place in the Speakers box. It gave him such a
wonderful view of the Minister and Voldemort made sure to smile at the
Headmaster as the Major Domo announced that the Wizengamot was in session.
       Voldemort waited. Once the Major Domo announced they were in session,
the Speaker was then required to call the Wizengamot to order and announce any
changes in positions. For the most part that was going to be a formality. None
of the leaders of any of the political blocks had changed but the Ministry’s
overall leader had. The Minister was partially elected by the wizarding
community but also partially by the hereditary Lords of the Wizengamot. It was
a very complicated system that he intended to simplify immensely.
       The gathered wizards began to fidget as they continued waiting.
Dumbledore sat, staring at the far wall pretending not to notice the growing
unrest. Voldemort smiled taking on an air of patience. So the Headmaster was
reduced to childish games... how droll but it would merely be a delay of time,
nothing more, already the Dark Lord’s position as Minister was unassailable,
and Dumbledore, who could count votes as well as he could, already knew that. A
few of the gathered wizards waited patiently, some watching with an almost
amused air, some uncaring and Voldemort was pleased to see that James Potter
was one of the patient ones and his entire party were drawing strength from
their Leader. Dumbledore refusing to speak was something they should have
considered, though the Headmaster had probably been expecting someone to be
screaming for a re-vote. The fact that the Moderates, the most likely block to
be calling for that was united behind their silent patient leader was not lost
on the Headmaster and he was beginning to realise exactly how much he had lost
two years ago when James Potter had confronted him in the Great Hall of
Hogwarts, demanding to know who had poisoned his son and withdrawing all his
children.
       Voldemort remembered it well. After the Lord Potter had gotten over the
shock of having several long term compulsion charms broken he had been
remarkably willing to discuss things with the Dark Lord. There were issues they
would never agree upon but Dumbledore’s blatant manipulation gave the Dark Lord
a starting point for negotiation and he had ruthlessly used that opening. Harry
had eventually fallen asleep and Lily had taken her eldest child to bed while
her husband and once sworn enemy discussed things long into the night. No
definite plans were made but they had come to an understanding and with the
initial shock of James Potter finding himself betrayed by the one man he had
thought he could trust, Voldemort considered that to be a fine start.
       And two days later the Dark Lord had been on hand, hidden of course,
when James Potter had stormed into the Great Hall in a fit of prima donna anger
worthy of a Slytherin.
       Harry’s Father had timed his tirade perfectly and had come from a
routine session of the Wizengamot in his full formal robes just as the students
were settling down to tea. Student’s skipped breakfast and lunch all the time
but seldom did they miss the evening meal so everyone was on hand to watch.
Harry had been there of course, Voldemort had simply dropped him back at
Hogwarts the morning after Halloween and instructed him to say nothing. The
boys of his dorm would merely assume he’d found another’s bed that night and
while they would be curious, they would think nothing of it.
       James waved a piece of parchment, which those who were close could see
was the letter head of St. Mungos. “I want an explanation for this!” The Lord
Potter had finally said in a quiet almost deadly voice, slamming the paper down
in front of the Headmaster.
       The old man had gone all out with his grandfather act as he had picked
it up and read it. “It appears to be a blood test,” Dumbledore replied
reasonably.
       “On my son! Who you allowed to be poisoned!”
       “There is nothing about poison here.”
       “So the presence of one half of a two part love potion is not poison?”
The way the Lord Potter said it made the statement all the more dangerous. Love
Potions were banned for a reason. Especially the potions that mixed two halves
since they created a longer attraction but they were hard to brew so one would
not expect to see one in Hogwarts.
       “Surely there is some mistake.”
       “There is no mistake. My son has been deliberately poisoned by some
trollop here and I want to know what your explanation is?”
       “Surely that’s a bit too harsh!” Dumbledore said though those watching
could see that he’d been taken by surprise.
       “I suppose it could be some roué,” James allowed the admission though
his eyes still burned. “I take it you do not have an explanation?”
       “I just saw this!” The Headmaster protested.
       “Not good enough!” James turned to the gathered student’s his eyes
catching his children’s before he addressed the school. “To the one who has
been poisoning my son, I suggest you never let me find out who you are because
you will not like the consequences. The other thing you should be aware of, in
case you wish to press your suit, is that for the last five hundred years, no
one bearing the name Potter has ever divorced, or separated from their life
mate. The House of Potter does not marry, we find our life mates and no life
mate to any Potter would be so cowardly as to resort to a potion so even if you
had of succeeded in the end you would have failed.
       “Your actions are worthy of a blood feud but while you remain unknown, I
will overlook them as merely youthful exuberance but should I get so much as a
whisper of your identity, then the House of Potter and all our allies will be
against you and yours.” James stepped down from the high table, moving back
towards the doors of the Great Hall. “Harry, Jasmine, Edmund, come with me,” he
gave the order as he walked between the now silent tables. His children rose
and followed him.
       “What are you doing?” the question came from Dumbledore.
       “What does it look like I’m doing?” James returned his own question as
he reached the doors and turned around. “Effective immediately, the enrolment
of all my children is hereby withdrawn, both for those currently attending
Hogwarts and for those who are listed in the book to be enrolled and for any
who may yet to be listed in the book. No Potter will be returning to Hogwarts
while there is such an ineffectual Headmaster. And for this I tender my apology
to the Lady Hogwarts. I am sorry for the pain this will cause you, but I will
not allow my children to be placed in jeopardy by the whims of a wizard turned
senile with age.”
       Impossibly it seemed as if the castle agreed with him but most
attributed the dip in light to a cloud racing in front of the sun but to those
more sensitive the castle did seem saddened. And of course needless to say the
Lord Potter’s very public withdrawal of his children and the subsequent
withdrawal of his support for Dumbledore in the Wizengamot made the papers.
Dumbledore was wily though and James’ actions did cost him some of his party as
they swung to give their support to Frank Longbottom as the Father of the
Saviour Child. However, James was a consummate leader and most of his party and
even those who disagreed politically thought his actions fairly reasonable
though somewhat extreme. He lost a few but he gained others and the Moderates
still remained firmly behind him.
      Voldemort smiled. While Dumbledore knew the loyalty shown to a good
leader, he relied on his compulsions and charms to keep wizards in line. It
probably explained why he was still sitting silent, trying to outwait the
Wizengamot and the new Minister.
       There were only a few people who could speak in this situation and not
risk censure. Unfortunately the Minister was not one of those people and so he
remained silent carefully ensuring that he seemed relaxed. Surely one of his
people would realise the correct course of action soon?
       As the clock ticked passed half an hour, it appeared not and the Dark
Lord thought he saw a flash of a smirk on Dumbledore’s face. More interestingly
though he noticed the upraised eyebrow of James Potter before his face was
schooled back into calm features as he rose. All the fidgeting and the murmurs
from the gallery ceased.
       “Has the Speaker been struck dumb?” The question was almost a ritual and
it was the only words spoken.
       All focus turned towards Dumbledore but the man simply continued to sit,
a vague, genial smile on his face.
       The Lord Potter waited a full five minutes before he spoke again. “It
appears the Speaker has indeed been struck dumb, and thus I move to nominate a
new Speaker.”
       Voldemort wasn’t sure he wanted that, but if Dumbledore would not play
along, then replacing him was the only option.
       “That will not be necessary,” the threat to his position moved
Dumbledore to speak. “And the Lord Potter will be held in contempt of these
proceedings.”
       James gave the old wizard a sardonic smile and held up a small book.
“The Procedures and Protocols of the Wizengamot,” he read the title for the
benefit of the gallery.
       “Lord Potter has acted within the rules of this august body,” Voldemort
finally spoke, “as you well know, Albus, as you wrot... represent those
procedures.”
       It was a distinct pleasure to see the Headmaster pale almost
imperceptibly at his little slip of the tongue. He had been waiting to do that
for years and while most would have been disappointed with the reaction, the
red eyed wizard was well pleased. It took a lot to shake Dumbledore. James
withdrawing his children from Hogwart’s had not shaken him just surprised him
but those little words had definitely struck home.
       “Will the Speaker call the Wizengamot to order?” The Major Domo intoned.
He was obviously bored with the games.
       “I will,” Dumbledore ground out through clenched teeth, knowing that in
the waiting game he was beaten. Laboriously he began to call out the names of
each Leader of the political factions. When he began elaborating on the titles
of the various Leaders, Voldemort knew exactly how he would be introduced and
he allowed himself a thin smile. There were times when the old man was truly
predictable. But once his formal introduction was made, then he was indeed the
Minister and his plans would roll into action. It was though somewhat
impressive hearing the accumulated titles of some of the wizards and it made
him realise once more, exactly how useless those titles actually were.
       “And finally our new Minister, Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
       A few of the Wizengamot were stunned. They obviously did not know his
birth name. A few looked horrified at the distinct lack of Lordship attached to
his name. Those who actually did not care about birth only about power and
ability shrugged. They had already known who he was behind his self-chosen
name. Dumbledore was grasping at straws if he thought that a lack of title
would truly stop him. He was a dark wizard; the mores of society did not overly
bother him and there wouldn’t be much left of the Wizengamot once he was
finished if they truly wished to make this an issue.
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Courting and Consolidation
       “And finally our new Minister, Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
       A few of the Wizengamot were stunned. They obviously did not know his
birth name. A few looked horrified at the distinct lack of Lordship attached to
his name. Those who actually did not care about birth only about power and
ability shrugged. They had already known who he was behind his self-chosen
name. Dumbledore was grasping at straws if he thought that a lack of title
would truly stop him. He was a dark wizard; the mores of society did not overly
bother him and there wouldn’t be much left of the Wizengamot once he was
finished if they truly wished to make this an issue.
       “You can’t be here!” The statement came from Frank Longbottom and
Voldemort allowed his smile to become a toothy grin. How they could have
honestly believed that their weakling son had stopped him was still something
he struggled to understand. The statement was a break in protocol but
typically, Dumbledore made no move to censure it.
       “Actually, in accordance with Wizengamot protocol, he truly cannot be
there.” The voice was dusty and old but the words brought the attention of
everyone. Voldemort resisted the urge to strike the cretin dead. There was no
protocol that said that!
       “I believe the wording of the protocol states that the Minister should
have the aspects of a lord,” one of Voldemort’s followers said and the Dark
Lord allowed his aura to wash through the chamber.
       The cretin was obviously not sensitive, for while most of the gathered
wizards shivered at the power displayed, a true aspect of a lord, the doddering
old fool just shook his head. “That aspect has always been taken to mean
Lordship.”
       Dumbledore smiled and made no move to stop the conversation. While he
had obviously forgotten some aspects of the protocols he remembered others and
no doubt, on the concerns raised, he would call for a revote. If that was the
case, the red eyed wizard may have to ... stretch his assurance to his beloved
that there would not be a war or as many deaths. He would not be denied by some
petty codger with no power.
       “There is an easier solution.” It was the Lord Black who spoke, rising
to his feet. From the way the Lord Potter was smiling he knew exactly what his
friend was about to say. While all knew of the depth of friendship between the
Houses of Black and Potter, as the two Lords were sitting one on each side of
the Moderate block, only the most rabid would accuse them of collusion here,
though the Dark Lord was sure whatever Sirius Black was about to say, was
actually James’ idea. Sirius was far more likely to provoke trouble than to
solve it.
       “There is?”
       “There is,” Lord Black projected his voice in a theatrical tone. “If
there is to be such an insistence on the actuality of our newly elected
Minister holding a Lordship, then it should be observed that he is the last of
the House of Riddle, which are themselves the last traceable Heirs to the House
of Slytherin. I would move therefore, that the Minister be acknowledged as the
Lord Slytherin.”
       The suggestion stunned many, even those loyal to the Dark Lord were
silent. Voldemort felt a small stir of wonder. The current Lord of the House of
Black had been known to be firmly against him and the dark wizard did not think
that that would have changed even with James’ tolerance.
       “While that is an imminently sensible suggestion, the House of Riddle
only ties back to the House of Slytherin through matriarchal lines.” The
speaker was one of the new Lords, young and impulsive but very much tied into
tradition and obviously wanting to make a name for himself. It was a pity he’d
just dug his grave.
       “I see no problem. Blood ties are blood ties.”
       “Lordship is conferred via the male line,” Frank Longbottom said
condescendingly.
       “Not always.”
       “Yes always,” Frank snapped.
       “So you deny my Lordship?” the wave of directed menace that accompanied
the Lord Potter’s question was impressive.
       “Your Lordship is not in question,” the father of the Wizarding world’s
saviour replied, his reasonable tone not quite hiding his confusion.
       Sirius was grinning openly and Voldemort took a deep breath as he
watched the argument. It was now clear why Lord Black had opened since they had
undoubtedly been anticipating this objection and the Dark Lord was truly
curious as to how the two Marauders had discussed it. He was also mildly
surprised at the level of support he was receiving from James Potter. They had
come to an agreement two years ago but this was not a part of it. His own
forces should have been doing what the Marauders were and he would be having
words with them soon about their lack of support though from the worry on a few
faces, some were already thinking about that.
       “But it is,” James ground out. “The Potter line is inherited by the best
suited child, regardless of gender.”
       “That’s quaint, but your line has not passed through the female side.”
       “Not so. The House of Potter has been passed through daughters more than
once but most recently through my Grandmother. She was the daughter of the Lord
and Lady Potter, and became the Lady Potter. My Lordship has been accepted and
confirmed by this body, as was my Grandmothers. The passing of inheritance
exclusively through the male side is merely tradition, not the law. I would
therefore ask the Lords Longbottom and Hever to withdraw their objections,
least their words be taken as a challenge against me and mine.”
       It was only in that moment that Voldemort truly understood the depth of
power James Potter wielded with an almost casual ease. He suspected that his
epiphany was shared by the other immortal present and a peek at Dumbledore
confirmed this. Harry’s father did not show this side of himself often but as a
politician he was confident, suave and controlled. His arguments were logical
and his presentation was aristocratically correct. He was the very picture of a
Wizarding Lord and already those who were not in his political block were
gravitating towards him. The Dark Lord realised that on the day Dumbledore had
lost James Potter’s support, he had lost far more than the pawn Leader of the
Moderates, he had lost any chance he had of victory. And the old man was only
now realising this, two years after the fact. Voldemort resisted the urge to
chuckle.
       Facing the steady gaze from the Lords Potter and Black, the Lords
Longbottom and Hever were cowed and nodded before they both sat down,
officially withdrawing their protest. This time Voldemort did smirk. Frank
Longbottom was known to be a belligerent man but against true opposition he
showed himself to be naught but bluster.
       “While I have no issue with bestowing the title of Lord Slytherin upon
our newly elected Minister, do we truly wish to take such a draconian path?”
James Potter mused into the silence. “We have worked for years to promote the
equality of all witches and wizards and if we now insist upon Lordship for our
Leaders, we risk alienating fully half of our population. I would ask the
gathered to consider this, would you be loyal to a body which gave you no
representation?
       “I think the answer is very easy to see. I agree with the protocol, the
Minister should have the attributes and virtues of a Lord, but the actuality of
that title should not be required. The Wizengamot exists to progress our
society, not to regress it.”
       “Here, here!” The call came from many around the room and Voldemort hid
a smile. There was the Lord Potter he remembered. Harry’s father was not trying
to deny him the title merely out of spite but out of his belief in the future
world for wizards.
       “We have had Ministers who are not possessed of a title before,”
Dumbledore finally spoke and the Dark Lord guessed that he had realised the
implications and had concluded that it would be best to deny him any title.
Official recognition as the Lord Slytherin would have opened quite a few more
doors and one of those might even have been Hogwarts Gate. “Though many past
Ministers have been awarded titles for their work, it has not been an absolute
requirement. The aspect of Lordship is sufficient.” If the Headmaster felt
disappointment, he hid it well.
       Once more Voldemort held his tongue and once this was done, he would be
able to speak freely before the Wizengamot. Doing this thing legally was
tedious and he forcibly reminded himself that while it had taken almost sixteen
years to get here, changes would be swift from now and while he might have been
ruling if he had continued the war, he’d still be fighting that war.
       “To the Minister,” One of his supporters cried.
       “To the Minister!” the accolade was repeated by the Wizengamot with a
few notable exceptions. Dumbledore being one but it hardly mattered as the Dark
Lord rose to his feet, a gracious smile on his lips.
       He bowed, barely deep enough and looked around red eyes shining as he
took in everything. “To my colleagues,” Voldemort finished the phrase, speaking
for the first time officially as the Minister.
       The rest of the session was tedious, filled with the usual nothingness
of the opening Wizengamot session and he amused himself by thinking of which
positions he wanted to make love to Harry in tonight. It was after the sitting
that he was witness to one of those conversations he never thought he’d see.
Dumbledore chose now to confront James Potter, with one of the alcoves of the
corridor providing at least the illusion of privacy.
       “What do you think you are doing, my boy?”
       “I was supporting the Minister.”
       “So you think you can control him?” There was scorn in the immortal’s
voice.
       James laughed. “I have no intention of attempting to control the
Minister. We both know that control and compulsion is more your thing, though I
do assure you, if I wanted to control the Minister, of everyone here, I’d have
the best chance.”
       Voldemort nodded to himself. While Harry would always choose him in the
end, he loved his father and James was wise enough not to use that link, even
though he could see it.
       “You’ve have no chance!”
       “Because I wouldn’t use charms? Oh, you have so much to learn. Go back
to your prophecy child Dumbledore and leave the governance of the realm to
those of us less interested in playing games.” With that James swept out and
walked away.
       As the immortal raised his wand, no doubt intending to place some sort
of charm on Lord Potter, Voldemort stepped out, one hand on his wand, the other
shaking in the universal gesture of disappointment.
       “I would have thought you knew by now, all the Moderates are on a strict
decontamination regime for controlling and compulsion charms and methods of
every type. And they always start with the charm for cambions.”
       Dumbledore’s eyes widened and after a moment he glanced around, ensuring
that they were in private.
       “Oh come,” Voldemort chided, “you didn’t think you’d be able to hide
that from me forever?”
       “What are you doing here?” Dumbledore hissed.
       “I’m the Minister, I’m meant to be here.”
       “Not that!”
       “Ah, why did I not continue my petty little war? Why am I still alive
after suffering little Neville’s attack?” The Dark Lord sighed as he
questioned, perpetuating the lie most wizards believed. It was so like
Dumbledore to be stuck on the past, thinking that the knowledge of the reasons
would give him power. “Sixteen years ago, after encountering your prophecy
child, I decided I did not care. I decided that I truly did not care. I’m
honest enough to admit that at least a part of what I was doing was to show you
that I was better but then as I looked into little Neville’s face, I realised,
I already knew I was better and I did not need to prove it.” He almost gagged
on the lie. As if Neville could have invoked any change in him! “And this is
where we are today. I am the most popularly elected Minister in history and you
are merely the speaker of the House.”
       “You won’t remain.”
       “Of course I will remain!” Voldemort laughed. “I wasted so much time in
the past trying to anticipate and counter your schemes, time I should have been
using planning my own. Once I realised I should just do what I wanted, things
fell into place so much faster.”
       “Neville still has the power to vanquish you.”
       “Then you had better train him well.” Glowing red eyes bored into
Dumbledore’s artfully fading blue and that was all Voldemort had said to the
old immortal for quite some time. There was nothing more to say if Dumbledore
was still going to pursue the false prophecy.
       And so now, five years later, he found himself looking into blue eyes
again, a soft smile gracing his features with the knowledge he had finally won.
 
 
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Courting, Consolidation and Companion
       “Neville still has the power to vanquish you.”
       “Then you had better train him well.” Glowing red eyes bored into
Dumbledore’s artfully fading blue and that was all Voldemort had said to the
old immortal for quite some time. There was nothing more to say if Dumbledore
was still going to pursue the false prophecy.
       And so now, five years later, he found himself looking into blue eyes
again, a soft smile gracing his features with the knowledge he had finally won.
       “I did warn you to train him well,” Voldemort murmured.
       They were in a chamber those who were sensible would realise existed,
but no one would ever find. It was deep underground and was only accessible via
apparition. Dumbledore, stripped of his age illusions, was chained to an altar
in the centre with dragon forged steel. A few tests had confirmed that the
Headmaster truly was a cambion and while the Dark Lord still didn’t know
exactly how old the Headmaster was, without illusion he still retained his
youthful good looks. It was comforting to look upon the captive wizard and to
see the evidence that his own visage would not change for centuries. The
Headmaster was unconscious and Voldemort had taken the liberty of putting
blocks on his magic to prevent escape when he awoke. Around the altar, drawn in
specially designed runes was a ceremonial circle. It had taken the Dark Lord
almost a decade to complete that circle. The initial design was instinctual,
the final details had required him to raise a myriad of demons, incubi and
succubi, each one revealing a tiny fraction of the knowledge he required.
       Neville Longbottom was chained to the wall, his breathing shallow and
his heart beat laboured. He’d been the unwilling blood donor for the runes and
now that his role was finished, Voldemort had little interest in the supposed
prophecy child’s future.
       Harry was standing outside the circle of runes, idly twisting his
rightful wand between his fingers, smiling down at it. The holly and phoenix
feather wand almost seemed to be glowing in Harry’s hands. It was a sight which
should make the older wizard sigh with love but Voldemort felt his heart
contract in fear. He was almost willing to risk losing Harry to the cycle of
rebirth than ask him to do what was necessary. Almost! Though he suspected for
the next few weeks, maybe even months he would feel the pain of this decision.
In the end, the reward would be worth the pain.
       And there would be pain. But this was the only way Voldemort knew to
ensure his beloved was immortal. He just hadn’t found a way to break it to his
Harry yet. And since he had personally trained Harry in the art of duelling, he
wasn’t sure he wanted to break it to him. The green eyed wizard was good with
his secondary wand, now that he had his primary one, he would be unstoppable.
       “So what is all this for?” Harry finally asked flicking his hand through
an encompassing motion as he sheathed his wand.
       “It’s to kill the old man,” he replied almost testily.
       Harry frowned. “You don’t seem happy. I thought you’d enjoy killing him
after all this time.”
       “I’m not going to kill him, you are.”
       “I... what?” Harry blinked. “Why am I killing him? You deserve to kill
him.”
       “I don’t deny it but this is the best way to make you immortal.”
       “What aren’t you telling me?” Harry asked suspiciously.
       Voldemort sat back in the chair he’d conjured and he touched two fingers
to his temple as he fought off the impending headache. “We’ve confirmed that
Dumbledore is a cambion which doesn’t confer immortality but holds the
potential for it. The ritual that gives a cambion immortality is rather simple
and more a matter of will but it does require some external elements. I realise
it doesn’t necessarily follow that immortality can be transferred and usually
you’d be right but while it pains me to admit it, as cambions we share certain
traits. If I activate them correctly, I can alter a mortal who bears his life
essence and confer upon that mortal the potential for immortality.”
       “Life essence?” Harry ground out. He knew what that meant. “You want me
to fuck him?”
       The Dark Lord forced himself to sound calm as he tried to explain.
“Cambion potential for immortality comes from their father.”
       “I’m aware of that.”
       “You think I’m happy with this?” Voldemort snapped as he lost patience.
He was as upset about this as Harry was. “I have known that this is what would
have to happen since you were seven and I’ve been trying for all that time to
find another way. While there are other ways of becoming immortal, there are no
other ways I trust.” Not even Horcruxes and he had more than one of those,
though with Dumbledore soon to be dead he intended to absorb them back into the
whole. The Dark Lord rose and strode over to Harry, raising his hands to caress
his mate’s face. “I do not want you anywhere near him but I do not want to lose
you either,” the red eyed wizard said, allowing his need to enter his voice as
he looked deep into Harry’s green eyes. “I could Imperio you..?” The offer was
tentative though gentle.
       Harry raised his arms and rested them on Voldemort’s hips to loosely
embrace his beloved. Green eyes closed as he considered. There was a sick
feeling in the back of his throat. Since he’d come of age he’d learnt so much.
He knew what being the mate of a Dark Lord involved and he was not so ignorant
to believe that everything was roses and he accepted that. He was not so naïve
as to think that if it did not affect him then it did not matter but this was
the first time that his beloved had ever asked him to do something that was...
Harry shuddered. “No Imperio,” he said finally, swallowing hard as he opened
his eyes looking up into Voldemort’s red orbs.
       “Please,” the Dark Lord begged. “Let me, it will make it easier for
you.”
       “No Imperio,” Harry repeated, his eyes becoming hard. He knew his lover
was only trying to make this easier for him, but the suggestion made him feel
weak. That he had to have sex with Dumbledore was bad enough, that he would be
helpless while doing it... While in one way it would be easier, it would not
give him comfort. “Open your mind,” he demanded.
       “What?”
       “Open your mind. You’ve been into mine heaps so let me into yours right
now,” Harry ordered.
       The Minister didn’t understand but he complied and was once again struck
by how much power he had willingly given the young wizard in his arms. No one
had ever been freely let into his mind, yet for Harry while he was confused and
worried he was opening a way through his defences. After a moment, he nodded at
his beloved. “Go ahead.”
       An instant later he felt a soft touch, like feathery fingers tickling
all over him and Voldemort recognised that as Harry’s mental probe. He kept his
eyes locked on to Harry’s green orbs, making it easier though it didn’t seem
like his lover needed the help. He was surprisingly skilful and the Dark Lord
was shocked by how deeply and how quickly his darling sank into his memories.
       Harry was looking for specific things, that was obvious and every memory
he touched on was associated with immortality. Voldemort’s mind was well
ordered, so the information was easily found, though for anyone else, it would
be a nightmare.
       After what seemed forever, but was only a few minutes the Dark Lord felt
Harry withdraw. Physically the younger wizard drew closer to him, laying his
head against the Dark Lord’s chest which pushed the older wizard’s arms over
his shoulders. Harry was trembling but Voldemort wasn’t surprised. His
cherished one had just seen what he had known for years; there really was no
other way but this abhorrent ritual.
       Finally Harry took a deep breath and drew back slightly. “All right,” he
said softly his voice thick with loathing, “but you will watch every minute.
And... I’ll think of more things later.”
       He couldn’t even manage a weak smile as he nodded and shifted to hand
Harry a small vial of red liquid. The young wizard took it and downed it in a
single gulp.
       Having seen the mechanics of the ritual in Voldemort’s mind Harry knew
exactly how it was meant to proceed and what he had to do but there was no joy
in his movements. This nauseating ritual was merely an investment in the
future. There would be physical pain as the runic circle would force his body
to recognise the immortal aspects in Dumbledore’s semen that were inherited
from his immortal father and then to apply them to Harry’s entire form. But
that would be nothing against the knowledge that he had willingly violated
himself.
       If it was only about sex then it would not have been an issue. Harry
could not remember how many times he’d had Voldemort’s immortal seed lovingly
pumped into him. If that was all it took to be immortal, then he would already
be but it was more than that. He’d just taken Dumbledore’s blood and he would
have willingly drank every drop in the codger rather than do this but his Dark
Lord’s memories were clear on blood based immortality. Vampires were immortal
but they held too many weaknesses.
       Cambion potential for immortality came from their immortal fathers.
Though the seed that sired them was originally human, it passed through two
immortal bodies and was changed by that before it impregnated the human mother.
A cambion had four parents; the human male, the succubi, the incubi and the
human mother. That combination gave the child the potential for immortality and
most cambions underwent the necessary ritual to activate it once they came of
age. Any children the cambion sired, if they were even capable of it, would be
long lived, but not immortal.
       And that was where this disgusting ritual came into effect. After he had
taken Dumbledore’s life giving essence into him and it had to be taken in the
moment that all self was lost, the runes would activate with an initial push of
power from another cambion. They would act on Harry and the Headmaster, pulling
the cambion’s immortality into Harry’s body, altering his human physiology into
that of a cambion. It would put Harry through agony and would most likely kill
Dumbledore and once it was done, Harry would just need to undergo the simple
ritual to activate that immortality and that would be it. He would be human no
longer, but an immortal who could and would share his eternity with his lover.
       As Harry drew back, he took another deep calming breath, steeling
himself for what he had to do. “I reserve the right to an Obliviate,” he
muttered, stepping away from his beloved and into the runic circle.
       He gulped looking over at the still unconscious Dumbledore. This was not
going to be easy and Harry waved his hand, shredding what was left of the
immortals clothes. Without his age illusions he was truly a beautiful man. He
had a solid muscle tone and a stock of longish red hair. Even his long beard
was red. In another time Harry would have considered the immortal attractive
but since he was practically immune to cambion compulsion it didn’t matter how
beautiful Albus was, Harry was repulsed. There was only one man he wanted...
And if he wanted to stay with him, he had to do this. It was not just
Voldemort’s choice, it was his as well. Harry didn’t want to lose his beloved
to rebirth either. Not when there was a simpler solution.
       Darn it! This wasn’t even sex. He should think about it as harvesting or
some of the more elaborate preparations for some potion... It was an elaborate
preparation for a ritual but his mind kept coming back to the act of
intercourse. In all his life, Harry had never slept with anyone but the Dark
Lord. He didn’t want to sleep with anyone but Voldemort.
       Suppressing a shudder Harry stepped up to Dumbledore reaching out to
stroke the wizard’s flaccid phallus. At the first touch he cringed. It felt
rubbery. It was nothing like the velvet softness of his beloved and Harry
didn’t like it but he continued to caress it, teasing it to bring it to life.
He tuned out his beloved’s groan of pain but the Dark Lord was watching, and he
was beginning to mutter the words which would activate the runes.
       Harry moved one hand to Dumbledore’s balls as he fisted the slowly
hardening prick. The motions were the same as he had done to his lover many
times but they felt different. Touching Voldemort excited him. Touching
Dumbledore made him feel dirty and Harry almost felt his skin crawl with grime
but he continued, coaxing the Headmaster’s cock to erection. As he worked he
let his mind wander, grateful for anything that would distract him and almost
automatically Harry remembered his first time with the Dark Lord.
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       Harry moved one hand to Dumbledore’s balls as he fisted the slowly
hardening prick. The motions were the same as he had done to his lover many
times but they felt different. Touching Voldemort excited him. Touching
Dumbledore made him feel dirty and Harry almost felt his skin crawl with grime
but he continued, coaxing the Headmaster’s cock to erection. As he worked he
let his mind wander, grateful for anything that would distract him and almost
automatically Harry remembered his first time with the Dark Lord.  
       On the day he turned seventeen, the day he came of age in Wizarding
Society, he had had a wonderful party with all his family. His Mother and
Father had been there, all ten of his siblings though little Charles and Calla
didn’t understand and Zinnia and Rohan only loosely grasped the edges of the
idea. There had been a large number of his friends there, though not many from
Hogwarts. He hadn’t attended the school for almost two years and that had given
him time to find out who really had been his friend. There was a muggleborn
witch who was avidly talking with Moony and his growing brood and a few others
who had kept up correspondence but most had seemingly forgotten him. It didn’t
matter, he was not lonely, though he was a little nervous. 
       Last Halloween the Dark Lord had made it very clear to Harry how he
intended to celebrate his coming of age and it was not at some party with half
the wizarding elite parading their daughters before him. It would be a much
more private affair for the two of them. Harry was nervous but every time he
thought about it, he quivered with anticipation.
       Voldemort had kissed him breathless that Halloween and after the older
man had left Harry had needed release. He’d stroked and played with himself,
not for the first time, until he came and that day, with the taste of his lover
on his lips and in his mouth, had been far more intense than anything he done
all year. He’d masturbated before thinking of red eyes and an inhumanly
beautiful Dark Lord but compared to that time it was as if he was merely going
through the motions... almost like Quidditch practice. It didn’t compare to the
game.
       And that night he was going to go all the way... With the man he
loved... Just thinking about it that morning had almost made him cum.
       After the party was over, and Harry’s family had eaten a more sedate
evening meal he had feigned fatigue. It didn’t fool his parents but they had
walked him up to his room, leaving the children gathered around the table. At
his door they’d both embraced him tightly. They knew exactly what was going to
happen as well and while they knew this was his choice, Harry could see the
worry both of them felt. What parent wouldn’t worry when their child, no matter
how long the betrothal was about to get married in one of the most permanent
ways known to the Wizarding world?
       “Oh Harry! I love you so much and you are always going to be my son,”
his Mother had said and Harry had hugged her tight, whispering the words in her
ear. “I love you too Mum.”
       James had been slightly more serious as he had embraced Harry. “I want
you to remember there is always a place for you here and if he ever hurts you,
Merlin help me, I will find a way to hurt him. I love you Harry.”
       That had been a little more difficult to respond to because his Father
had meant every word and Harry had believed him. The man he had loved all his
life, the man whose name the wizarding world would not say was dangerous beyond
all others, but Harry believed that somehow his Father would have found a way
to fight, no matter how futile it may have been. He loved his Father, he always
would and Harry had just smiled at him, trying to find the best way of
reassuring him. In the end, he’d hugged him. “I love you Dad.”
       And with that he had stepped into his room, feeling the tingle of magic
pass over his skin. Lips were crushed against his before the door even closed
properly and warm arms embraced him. In the spinning kaleidoscope of colours
and sensation that assaulted Harry he didn’t even feel the pull of apparition
and he only realised they were no longer in his room when he was tossed on to a
bed that was far larger than his own. When the Dark Lord didn’t join him Harry
sat up and looked over to see the red eyed wizard pacing.
       “What’s wrong?”
       “I need to slow down or I will hurt you.”
       It had been a while since Harry had been in the Hogwart’s dorms but he
remembered the boys all said it was painful for two men to sleep together. He
didn’t mind, he might be nervous but he wanted this. Just their kiss was making
him aroused. “It’s okay, the boys said it would hurt but that doesn’t matter.”
       The Dark Lord turned burning red eyes towards him and Harry felt his
heart melt. He more than wanted this. “It was painful for them because they do
not know what they are doing. For a girl, yes there is pain because there is a
membrane that needs to be broken, for a male there is nothing. The only reason
it would be painful is if I go too fast and I have waited almost two decades
for you, my Little One, it would not speak well of my skill if I could not take
the extra few minutes required to make sure you enjoy this as much as I will.”
       Harry felt his heart tremble at the thoughtfulness of his beloved but he
knew only he would ever see this level of consideration shown to his wellbeing
and comfort. The Dark Lord cared nothing for the rest of the wizarding world.
They were pawns that kept him amused, nothing more. “And before you are
concerned that you will not live up to my expectations, the mere fact that I am
making love to you is enough. I’ve slept with others, but it is you who I have
courted, you who I have waited for and you who I want in my bed, no one else.”
      Harry shuddered as he remembered the words. His hands were still jerking
Dumbledore’s now erect cock though thankfully the cambion was still
unconscious. With a bit of luck he would remain that way. The Headmaster
couldn’t move but Harry wasn’t sure he wanted the man awake for this. It was
bad enough as it was.
       He’d moved to straddle the captive wizard’s knees and was sitting fully
clothed as he continued to work. Voldemort was chanting something and Harry
vaguely recognised it as a necessary component though the Dark Lord was
watching. As Harry had bade him, he would not look away from this so that in
sense, they would do this together. If it had of been Voldemort beneath him
Harry knew his own member would have been tingling with excitement and probably
hard against his pants. He felt nothing which was making it easier to convince
himself that this was just a job, something he would do this once and then
forget.
       There were some things he didn’t want to forget though, like the way the
Dark Lord had touched him that first night.
       Voldemort’s reassurance that he would not care about Harry’s skill had
relaxed him even though he had not consciously been aware he was concerned
about that. After taking a few more moments to calm himself down, the Dark Lord
had then come to the bed, smiling at Harry. “Now, let’s start again,” the dark
wizard had purred, pushing the younger wizard down on to the mattress as he
once more joined their lips.
       He’d kissed the Dark Lord before but somehow this was different. It was
more intense and Harry squirmed under the older man reaching up to embrace him.
       As Voldemort drew back, breathing heavily with an almost contented smile
on his face he chided Harry. “Just lie still and enjoy my Little One,” he
whispered before taking the younger wizard’s mouth again. He let his tongue
lick at Harry and after a moment pushed inside into the warm cavern, tasting
everything. Voldemort let his hands rove all over Harry’s body, touching and
caressing him through the robes he was wearing. His mate moaned appreciatively
under his touch and he smiled against Harry’s mouth. He had waited years for
this day and now that his initial greed had been curbed the Dark Lord could
feel his usual patience returning.
       Harry tasted so good and while they had kissed before the little noises
that his beloved was making were caressing his senses. Methodically Voldemort
began moving his hands under Harry’s outer robes, pushing them off his mate.
Every now and then he drew back from kissing to take a few breaths and to lick
at Harry’s face though he was careful to keep his movements human. The Dark
Lord was sure Harry would love his tongue but maybe not on their first night.
       His chamber was warm, so much so that when Harry was naked there was not
a single bump of gooseflesh on his skin. The younger wizard didn’t seem to
notice his own lack of clothing as he was gasping with pleasure. He’d begun
pushing his tongue forward to meet the Dark Lords and the two of them had
duelled in a tangle of flavour that left them both breathless. Voldemort moved
his hands to Harry’s nipples, resting his weight on his elbows as he loomed
over his young mate. His hands reached out and he began tracing the areola.
That sent a small surge of blood into the area and the red eyed wizard altered
his motion to roll Harry’s nipples between his fingers.
       Harry threw his head back, gasping. This not yet truly sexual but he
felt so good and as his older lover began tugging at his nipples, gently
pulling each up then releasing them before grasping them again with a grip that
was firm but tender that made Harry make little meeps of pleasure. The green
eyed wizard already felt like he was on fire but every time the Dark Lord’s
strong hands touched him they seemed to burn at his skin. He even felt the
whisper of hot breath on his throat and when Voldemort began kissing him,
nuzzling the soft skin Harry felt his heart beat soar. If he felt this good,
with the Dark Lord just caressing him and not even touching his private parts,
he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly hurt. Or maybe it was as the man who
made him feel whole had suggested; it hurt only if ones partner did not know
what they were doing. Harry had always known the Dark Lord was not a virgin but
he was no longer scared by that. When he could think again he would feel
grateful.
       He gasped, almost groaning as the red eyed wizard began licking him,
sensitising every inch of his skin. It should not be humanly possible to feel
this good just from the touch of his lover but Harry did and he could feel in
the back of his mind, that Voldemort was also feeling great, just from the
torment he was putting Harry through. It was a torture that was exquisite and
he could do little more than accept it.
 
 
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       He gasped, almost groaning as the red eyed wizard began licking him,
sensitising every inch of his skin. It should not be humanly possible to feel
this good just from the touch of his lover but Harry did and he could feel in
the back of his mind, that Voldemort was also feeling great, just from the
torment he was putting Harry through. It was a torture that was exquisite and
he could do little more than accept it.
       As the Dark Lord began moving down, licking and nipping at his overly
sensitive skin Harry writhed and he lifted his hands to Voldemort’s back,
trying to caress the man who was tormenting him. Harry began sobbing when his
older lover began to bite at one nipple, his hand moving lower to rub down
against Harry’s stomach. Then the Dark Lord shifted and Harry cried out when
his mate’s skilful hands made contact with his straining cock.
       It was just a light caress but it sent Harry to the brink of release and
something in the way he moaned must have warned the Dark Lord because the man
lifted his head from where he had been nipping the firm skin of Harry’s abdomen
and laughed. It was not a mocking laugh rather it was one that showed how happy
Voldemort was. “Hold on Little One, not yet. It’s too early,” the man’s rich
voice washed through Harry and he tried to obey but with his lover’s hands
appearing to be everywhere, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold out.
       The Dark Lord’s hand was so warm and after a few tickling touches he let
his fingers wrap around the base of Harry’s uplifted member. Harry didn’t know
what to do and even if he did he wasn’t sure he could move he felt so good and
they had barely begun. Voldemort stroked him and the green eyed wizard was
aware as his lover lowered his head to resume licking and nipping at his skin.
A moment later Harry felt a warm breath of air on his member and he struggled
to raise his head. “Hold still,” came the instruction and the older wizard’s
voice was husky. “I want to make sure I can taste you all,” was an addition and
for a moment Harry was confused before his cock was engulfed by the most
amazing moist heat.
       Harry looked down to see Voldemort’s mouth wrapped around his cock and
he groaned as the Dark Lord’s tongue licked him and rubbed around and around
his bellhead. A moment later the warmth left and there was a sharp squeeze on
his balls. It would have been painful except it was so brief he barely felt it
and Harry realised the tug had taken the pressure off his shaft. “You taste
good,” the red eyed wizard said and Harry didn’t have much time to think before
his rock hard length was once again engulfed in the warmth that was Voldemort’s
mouth. It felt incredible and nothing at all like the times he had jerked
himself to completion, thinking about his lover.
      Voldemort’s hand had been great but his mouth was fantastic and Harry was
almost disappointed he had remembered that when he looked down at Dumbledore.
The man’s cock was erect but he didn’t feel any closer to completion and Harry
realised what he had to do. Reluctantly he lowered his head opening his mouth,
extending his tongue. He almost gagged as he licked once at Dumbledore’s prick.
At least he was clean but he tasted foul and Harry had to fight every instinct
not to pull back. He let his lips curl around the old wizard’s cock head as he
kept one hand moving up and down while his other went to Dumbledore’s balls. He
began massaging and teasing the sack. It should have been velvety but the old
wizard’s skin felt like rubber and while Harry hadn’t really meant his jibe
about the Obliviate but it was beginning to look like a good idea.
       He began sucking at Dumbledore’s cock slowly as he licked, much as the
Dark Lord had done to him, around and around the bellhead as he tried to bring
the old wizard to completion. He could vaguely hear Voldemort continuing to
chant but Harry tuned that out. He let his fingers tickle over the sack almost
as if he was playing the piano or tapping his fingers in frustration.
       Harry kept stroking and just as he thought that Dumbledore might be
impotent he felt the member jerk and hating himself the young wizard ducked his
head down to take the twitching shaft. The first stream of cum hit the back of
his throat and Harry fought the urge to spit. Mentally protesting the movement
he pushed his head down further, trying to open his throat, forcing the
wizard’s pole down so that he wouldn’t have to taste.
       “You cocksucking bastard.”
       For the rest of his life, Harry didn’t know whose wave of magic hit
Neville, slamming the young wizard into the wall.
       As soon as Harry felt Dumbledore’s cock finish he pulled his head back,
forcing himself to swallow as he looked to the ceiling. He coughed, and
concentrated on breathing to pull his attention away from his heaving stomach.
He could feel the cum pooling in his belly and Harry snarled, half choking as
he tried to bring his psychosomatic feelings under control. What he could
really feel was bad enough without his mind creating more things.
       Harry let his eyes close as he breathed deeply feeling the magic around
him. They were only half done, but beneath his eyelids he could see the glow of
the runes. They were red and were hovering a few inches above the ground,
activated but not fully powered. As Dumbledore’s shaft began softening Harry
reached out and began stroking it again. He opened his eyes, and glanced
towards his lover. A moment later there was a tingle in his butt as Voldemort
cast more than a few charms at him. The cleaning and lubrication charm was one
Harry recognised instantly but the Dark Lord added a relaxation and the
stretching charm in an effort to make it easier on him.
       For an instant Harry felt his anger at his lover fade but he grasped it
again so that he could continue. In his deepest heart he’d already forgiven
Voldemort, but he would wait until this was over. This wasn’t the Dark Lord’s
fault it had to be done but it was still disgusting.
       Harry let his mind wander as he kept stroking the old wizard’s shaft. It
was slow to respond, probably because he was unconscious and had just had
release but Harry was skilled and it was hardening.
       He remembered the way the Dark Lord had sucked at him that first time.
It had been astounding and in the warm moisture of his beloved’s mouth he had
cum. Voldemort had held his hips which had kept him from bucking upwards and as
his body had softened every muscle had gone weak and he had lain limp on the
bed. It had been so intense that for long moments all he could do was breathe.
       Voldemort had laughed, obviously pleased with his reaction and his hands
had kept wandering over Harry’s body drawing forth little whimpers and moans of
pleasure. As the green eyed wizard got his breath back he had tensed a little
knowing what would happen now. His mate had given a hiss of displeasure,
clicking his teeth and lifting his head so that Harry could see him.
       Lasciviously he licked his lips, sighing as he savoured the taste. “You
are so good,” he murmured half closing red eyes.
       Harry struggled to rise and the Dark Lord pushed him down again. “No
Little One, not now. For now you just enjoy,” Voldemort murmured once again
letting his fingers pinch Harry’s nipples. “I could get used to playing you,”
he added, tickling one hand down. Slowly he inched it around Harry’s hips,
moving to squeeze his firm buttocks. Harry’s essence was thick on his tongue
the flavour was everything he could ever want trickling down his throat. He
intended to relish every last drop. Voldemort hadn’t missed the way that Harry
had tensed and he needed his mate relaxed so that he would enjoy this.
       The Dark Lord kept stroking and teasing. Harry was unexpectedly
expressive and while Voldemort had known he was going to enjoy this he could
already envisage many, many nights in his mates arms. In the future, he could
see himself playing with Harry’s body in every way he could imagine enticing
every little moan and meep, every tiny sound that his mate could make. This was
their first night, their first time together but it was whetting his appetite
for more and already he was voracious. But for now and the future he needed his
mate relaxed, needed him to enjoy this.
       The red eyed wizard moved his hand, using one finger to circle Harry’s
delicate little hole. The boy flinched beneath him and Voldemort crooned,
encouragingly, flicking his other hand through a relaxation charm before he
continued playing with Harry’s nipples. The Dark Lord lay on his side resting
his weight on his shoulder as he continued to tease his beloved. After a moment
of continued teasing of Harry’s hole he flicked his other hand through a simple
charm before he slowly sank one digit inside.
       “Relax,” Voldemort murmured. “It’s a simple charm, cleaning and
lubrication so that this will feel as good for you as it will for me.” He kept
his movements slow, pulling his finger out of Harry before he pushed it back in
going deeper and slowly rotating it around. It was easy going due to his charms
and while because of the magic he probably could have taken Harry right then
without giving his mate pain, he wanted Harry to see how good this could be. He
wanted Harry to beg him to enter him, to want the slow penetration and to enjoy
it. He’d waited years for this day, so as he had told Harry earlier he could
take the few minutes it would take to make Harry beg him.
       Impatiently perhaps he sunk two fingers into his beloved, keeping the
circular movements to stretch him. Harry’s green eyes were opened wide as he
felt the sensations and Voldemort smiled as he stretched the fingers within his
beloved, probing around for the small nub he knew he would find there. His mate
gave a strangled scream when he found it and the Dark Lord pulled himself up so
that he lay beside the younger wizard, his fingers still buried in Harry’s
warmth but his head now lay parallel with his mate’s. He kept probing, and each
time he brushed that sensitive little spot Harry’s entire body stiffened and he
cried out. Oh yes, Harry’s body was an instrument the Dark Lord was determined
to learn to play expertly and he leaned over to kiss his beloved.
       His own erection was straining against his robes but he ignored it in
favour of concentrating on the green eyed boy and he continued moving his
fingers inside, just the two for the moment as they kissed, tongues extended to
taste the other. This was everything he had hoped for and he could feel the
pull of the bond they shared. He’d exchanged a part of their souls and in the
intervening years, the pieces had been integrated into the whole but they
remembered where they came from and they now recognised the other soul as a
part of their own. Being together, cuddling and hugging and kissing gave some
relief, but the Dark Lord felt that even their souls were urging them on to a
more intimate coupling. He wanted it, but he was content to take his time,
because sex with the one being who could complete him was not something that
should be rushed.
 
      
      
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       His own erection was straining against his robes but he ignored it in
favour of concentrating on the green eyed boy and he continued moving his
fingers inside, just the two for the moment as they kissed, tongues extended to
taste the other. This was everything he had hoped for and he could feel the
pull of the bond they shared. He’d exchanged a part of their souls and in the
intervening years, the pieces had been integrated into the whole but they
remembered where they came from and they now recognised the other soul as a
part of their own. Being together, cuddling and hugging and kissing gave some
relief, but the Dark Lord felt that even their souls were urging them on to a
more intimate coupling. He wanted it, but he was content to take his time,
because sex with the one being who could complete him was not something that
should be rushed.
       Voldemort kept his movements smooth as he kept probing, twisting and
turning his fingers to slowly stretch out his beloved. Each inward poke brushed
against that spot inside Harry and after a few minutes his mate was reduced to
little mews. The red eyed wizard smiled and when his fingers were moving freely
he added a third, plunging them in as deeply as he could.
       “There now my little one, doesn’t that feel good?” Voldemort purred the
question into Harry’s ear as he paused from the in and out motion to brush the
tip of one finger back and forth over his mate’s sweet spot.
       Harry’s first reply was inarticulate but was a definite noise of
agreement and the Dark Lord chuckled, renewing his pleasurable assault on the
young body beneath him. He didn’t touch his little ones member that had once
again hardened under his ministrations but instead he kept his attention on the
beautifully tight hole. Even with his relaxation charm the vice like grip was
strong. Not that Voldemort was complaining. He could already imagine what it
was going to feel like, all that velvet heat wrapped around his cock, drawing
him inwards while he used that most intimate connection to play his precious to
a crescendo.
       The red eyed wizard began twisting his hand, rotating his seeking
fingers as if they were some cog in a clock, one that snapped through half
circles back and forth, which each tick of time. Harry groaned, the sound drawn
out and after another few delightful minutes Voldemort laughed before moving to
nibble at Harry’s neck, moving up to one ear to ask an additional question.
       “It’s good isn’t it? And there is no pain. I want you to imagine
something, my precious one. I want you to imagine what something bigger, longer
and harder would feel like.” The Dark Lord shifted his movements again, swiftly
plunging his fingers in and out of Harry’s body, thrusting them as deep as he
could into the hot passage. His other hand was still tickling over Harry’s
skin, touching, caressing, teasing and tormenting him.
       Harry panted. “Good!” the younger wizard managed to gasp the word. “So
good,” Harry added but was lost in the sensations he could feel from his body
when his lover thrust into him. When the Dark Lord suggested something bigger,
harder and longer in him his mind almost rebelled. It wasn’t in fear. Voldemort
was as good as his word and there was no pain, just endless pleasure. He felt
full but the thought of something bigger, stretching him wider, filling him
entirely made him quiver. If that happened.... when that happened, he’d be
stuffed to the gills and he almost wasn’t sure he could take it but since it
would be his beloved, he knew already it would feel fantastic.
       His cock was hard again, though the Dark Lord had not touched it and
seemed to be avoiding it. Just the sensations coming from his butt were making
it react and it was in that moment that Harry knew that the boys in the dorm
were wrong. They said sex between men hurt. It didn’t, it was amazing, and it
promised to get better with actual penetration. They said it was demeaning to
suck at a cock, yet the Dark Lord had swallowed his without second thought,
making him almost mindless with the sensations and Harry wanted to return the
unbelievable feeling, wanted to know what Voldemort tasted like. Sex between
men wouldn’t result in a pregnancy but it was not only for the gratification of
the man on the top. Harry focused on his arm. It was difficult with the Dark
Lord driving his wedge of fingers deep into him but he was determined and
slowly moved one hand down Voldemort’s chest, moving lower. He wanted to show
his beloved how much he was enjoying this but how much he was going to enjoy
what happened next. So far his mate had pleasured him, but Harry wanted to
pleasure his mate.
       Through the Dark Lord’s robes the green eyed wizard’s questing hand
found the hard mound that was his shaft. There was a hiss of surprise from his
beloved but he made no move to stop Harry as he began stroking the hard member
through the cloth. After a few moments he rolled carefully, though his darling
was careful to move with him. Harry moved his upper leg draping it over the
Dark Lord’s hips. Their proximity rubbed his member but Harry barely felt that
stimulation over the constant pressure from his beloved’s fingers. He might not
have consciously felt it but his body did and as Voldemort wriggled his
fingers, each movement tapping inside Harry felt himself cum again with a
strangled cry.
       Once again it was far more intense than anything he’d experienced and
Harry was left gasping in the afterglow, lying still on the bed as Voldemort
moved over him, rolling the younger wizard on to his back and supporting
himself on elbows and knees, happy red eyes looking down into Harry’s green.
Very slowly the Dark Lord leaned down and gently kissed his dear one before he
rolled back to shrug out of his robes, throwing them aside where they slithered
off the bed. Undergarments he just vanished and so it was only a few moments
before he was once again resting on his elbows and knees looking down at his
beloved.
       Harry’s entire body was limp and relaxed and Voldemort shifted, lifting
one knee and putting it back down between Harry’s legs, gently pushing them
apart. He did the same with his other knee and the Dark Lord let himself slip
down, his erection gently brushing between Harry’s legs as he let his weight
rest on his beloved. His upper body was still supported by his elbows and he
had his hands on Harry’s shoulders stroking his mate’s soft skin.
       Harry looked up at him. “Please,” he said in a soft little voice
Voldemort could listen to forever.
       “Hmm?” It was perhaps cruel to tease him with the question but the
little whine Harry made was music.
       “Please,” Harry said again and Voldemort shifted slightly leaning over
to support his weight on one hand moving his other to his shaft to position his
cock head at Harry’s opening. He brushed Harry’s stomach as he stirred flicking
another charm at his beloved. He had already stretched him far enough but the
charm would ensure that Harry was completely relaxed. “Please! Now!”
       Now what type of mate would he be to deny his beloved such a reasonable
request? Voldemort smiled, kissing Harry as he slowly pushed in. Harry threw
his head back and the Dark Lord moved his hand as soon as he could to once
again rest his upper body weight on his elbows and resumed stroking Harry’s
shoulders. Harry had made a little moan, deep in the back of his throat and the
Dark Lord shivered in delight.
       There was a resonance in his mate’s voice that he heard now and as
Voldemort continued to chant he watched his lover.
       Voldemort ignored the pain in his heart as Harry sank on to Dumbledore’s
erect member with his robes bunched around his hips. This was necessary and he
could only imagine how Harry felt. It hurt to see his darling using all his
tricks in an effort to bring the old man off. At least his beloved wasn’t
facing the man but instead was staring directly at him, green eyes opened wide.
Harry’s hands were on the Headmaster’s knees and he was using the position to
rock back and forth. Voldemort spared a glance for the other prophecy child
hanging on the wall. He was either unconscious or dead and blood was slowly
dripping down the wall. It pooled on the ground but wouldn’t interfere with the
runes.
       There was no way to stop chanting or they would have to start again and
he would not put his mate through that but Voldemort tried to let his red eyes
convey how he felt about this. Harry nodded slowly never pausing in his
movement up and down, though his own member was completely soft. “He tasted
foul, you know,” the young wizard muttered.
       The Dark Lord couldn’t answer but he nodded, raising his hands and
pushing his magic out. He focused on Dumbledore’s magical core. The cambion’s
magic was locked away but there were strands of it he needed and as he
continued chanting he flexed his magical fingers teasing the strands of magic
to pull out the ones he needed. Slowly the red eyed wizard wrapped them around
Harry, gently caressing his mate with a magical touch. When the runes activated
the magic would meld into Harry’s magical core and become a part of him,
permanently and forever. But the runes could only activate because of the
Albus’ life essence given into him, which related back to the potential for
immortality the cambion’s father had bestowed on his half human child.
       Magic could be so finicky sometimes.
       Harry closed his eyes, pausing to grind his hips through tight circles.
There was nothing gentle or sensual about his motions. He was moving purely for
effect doing everything that resulted in the greatest amount of pleasure to
bring the old wizard off the fastest.
       There came a groan and both Voldemort and Harry froze. Dumbledore was
waking up. The look Harry directed towards his beloved was easy to read and the
Dark Lord was almost desperate as he shook his head, holding up his hands which
were still weaving the strands of magic while he chanted. He couldn’t spare the
attention to knock the old man out again though it wasn’t like the man could do
anything. Harry probably could do it but the surge of unknown magic might
affect the runes and from the little jaunt Harry had taken earlier through his
mind he knew that, hence the begging look. After a moment of shock Harry
started moving again, an almost desperate cast to the way he was rotating his
hips and the Dark Lord knew from experience that the way his mate was moving
was highly arousing and designed to push the shaft deeply into Harry’s body
allowing all his muscles to massage it.
       “No,” the old man cried out weakly still groggy but quickly realising
what was happening.
       Harry drove himself up and down hard, his teeth gritted as he pumped
Dumbledore’s member.
       “No, no, no!” the cambion screamed when Harry drove down once more, and
held his position. Harry felt the man cum into him even as Dumbledore withered
away.
       It was too late though and despite the revulsion still coursing through
his system Harry rose to stand with his head raised and his arms outstretched.
The runes, which had been glowing and spinning brighter and brighter as he had
continued rushed to his body, wrapping around him, covering the skeins of magic
his beloved had earlier draped over him. It was odd, because he could feel
something seeping into him but when he moved his robes to look at his arm,
there was nothing there. It was all happening to his magic and he could only
imagine what Dumbledore was feeling. Something draining out perhaps?
       He didn’t care. All Harry knew was that his beloved had risen and was
holding him tight, his lips locked onto his. The taste was heaven, the sweetest
thing Harry had ever known and he wanted more, but he knew that until the
ceremony was complete, he could not taste his beloved further, least the magic
shift Voldemort’s immortality by mistake. Even this kiss could be dangerous and
while Harry savoured the flavour he raised his arms and pushed his Dark Lord
back.
***** Courting, Consolidation and Companion *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The Forever Game
Courting, Consolidation and Companion
       “No, no, no!” the cambion screamed when Harry drove down once more, and
held his position. Harry felt the man cum into him even as Dumbledore withered
away.
       It was too late though and despite the revulsion still coursing through
his system Harry rose to stand with his head raised and his arms outstretched.
The runes, which had been glowing and spinning brighter and brighter as he had
continued rushed to his body, wrapping around him, covering the skeins of magic
his beloved had earlier draped over him. It was odd, because he could feel
something seeping into him but when he moved his robes to look at his arm,
there was nothing there. It was all happening to his magic and he could only
imagine what Dumbledore was feeling. Something draining out perhaps?
       He didn’t care. All Harry knew was that his beloved had risen and was
holding him tight, his lips locked onto his. The taste was heaven, the sweetest
thing Harry had ever known and he wanted more, but he knew that until the
ceremony was complete, he could not taste his beloved further, least the magic
shift Voldemort’s immortality by mistake. Even this kiss could be dangerous and
while Harry savoured the flavour he raised his arms and pushed his Dark Lord
back.
       “Wait,” he forced himself to say and Voldemort’s eyes showed his complex
mix of emotion; sadness for putting his beloved through this, acceptance,
because this was the only sure way and pride because Harry was strong enough to
insist on doing this properly and doing this himself. Harry gasped as the first
wave hit him and suddenly he didn’t want his beloved to see him go through
this. “You’d better go,” he said, trying to sound calm.
       The way the Dark Lord looked at him was all question.
       “We’ve just defeated the last bastion of resistance against your rule,
my love,” Harry started, sounding completely reasonable. “Your troops will need
to see you, they will need you there to make sure they don’t do anything
stupid.”
       Voldemort locked his eyes on to his lovers and projected his thought. :
Are you sure?: He didn’t use their bond like this much but now that Harry was
on the verge of becoming truly his equal it was something they should
experiment with. And this method of speaking carried far more than his words,
it carried his doubt and the sure knowledge that he was not fooled by Harry’s
rather realistic supposition.
       “I’ll be okay,” Harry whispered, fighting against the rising pain. The
green eyed wizard knew he was probably going to collapse and scream his guts
out soon but that didn’t mean his rather hastily cobbled together excuse was
not true. Harry needed to be alone for this; he didn’t want his mate seeing him
this weak.
       “You won’t be, but I will go,” Voldemort nodded towards him and after
one more quick embrace the dark wizard apparated.
       The instant his lover disappeared, Harry fell to his knees as he felt
the true change beginning.  There was no mark upon him but he knew the runes
were active. They had gone into his body and were now enforcing the changes
necessary to make him immortal. Harry had known there would be pain. He had
accepted that, but he had not realised there would be this much pain. It was
comparable to the Cruciatias Curse but unlike the times he had been hit with
that, it went on and on.
       Harry fell further, writhing on the floor, as he alternately tried to
fight and tried to accept the change. Nothing worked and nothing gave him a
reprieve from the burning sensation that was his whole body. In the back of his
mind he was aware of blue eyes watching him but they were slowly losing
vitality as Harry felt his entire body shift somehow. Beneath the pain the
sensation was hard to describe. It was like he was tingling all over, but the
sensation wasn’t only on his skin, it went right down into his bones and after
a few more painful moments Harry couldn’t feel any subtle sensations as he
screamed.
       There was no end to the pain and Harry clawed at his throat when his
vocal cords became scratched and his voice hoarse. All his shields were down
and his screams echoed through his mind and he knew that Voldemort heard. But
the Dark Lord didn’t come and deep in his mind Harry was thankful that his
beloved was honouring his wishes. He screamed and he screamed and he had no
idea of how much time passed. Harry retreated into his mind as much as he could
and he held one of his precious memories close, trying to lose himself in it.
       The very first time his beloved Dark Lord had entered him was branded
into his very being. Voldemort had been gentle and had pleasured him so that he
was lying limp on their bed before he took his own fulfilment. And even that
had been wonderful. He had felt the red eyed wizard’s fingers in him but Harry
had not been aware until they were gone how much he needed them but the thought
in his mind was what his beloved had put there. What the feel of something
bigger, harder and longer would be like and even as he lay, replete with his
own release he had longed for it, begged for it. He hadn’t felt right knowing
that Voldemort had pleasured him but he had given nothing back. He wanted to
and when the Dark Lord made a move he’d begged and given his acceptance with
the word.
       His breathing had been shallow and he had gasped as every inch had
slowly been pushed inside him. It felt.... It felt so satisfying. Harry had
just lain there when the Dark Lord stilled, fully inside him, a salacious smile
on his face as he looked down at the black haired wizard. “You feel good,” the
words had been whispered to him and Harry had felt loved beyond all others with
the tone. He had wanted to move but Voldemort held him pinned and they lay
together for long minutes.
       Finally it was the Dark Lord who moved and through the last tingles of
his release Harry had felt that and had been lost again. It had not been a big
move, a mere shifting to settle more comfortably while lodged in his beloved’s
butt but it had been enough. Stars had danced in Harry’s vision and he must
have cried out, because Voldemort had given a throaty little chuckle, dropping
his head down to share a long slow kiss with Harry.
       After they broke apart, the red eyed wizard had whispered into his ear,
“Concentrate, little one. Feel everything, love everything.” And then Harry had
felt when his beloved had licked at his ear before nibbling, though he remained
lying still, a warm solid weight above and within him.
       That time, it was almost a compulsion to do as Voldemort had commanded,
to feel everything and as he did, his breathing, which had almost been under
control became short, earning him another little chuckle. When the Dark Lord
laughed like that, it was impossible to believe he was a man who had killed
hundreds, maybe thousands and as Voldemort rocked his hips through one small
circle, pulling back slightly from Harry’s hot core before pushing back in,
Harry didn’t care. That wasn’t quite right, he did care, he just couldn’t think
about it because the physical sensation was drowning everything. And really,
even if he had the power to stop Voldemort Harry wasn’t sure he would. But that
was not a thought for now.
       The man Harry had known all his life was currently licking his neck in
long sure strokes, starting at his collarbone and ending with an odd flick at
his chin. He felt so full, and the pressure in his butt was emanating through
his body making him tingle. It felt so good, better than his own release, the
shaft within him was everything and Harry’s pulse raced and he moaned.
       “Oh, you want more?” Voldemort had teased, moving again through that
little circle and Harry surprised himself, lifting his legs and locking them
around his darling, even as his hands grasped the Dark Lord’s head, pulling him
down for another kiss.
       When Voldemort rose, breaking the grip of Harry’s hands, the red eyed
wizard was laughing and he shifted slightly lifting his weight off his elbows
to push himself up to rest on his hands looking down at the smaller wizard
below him. After a moment the Dark Lord began grinding his hips through small
circles, around and around and then left to right. Harry gasped and moaned with
every motion. He wouldn’t have thought the pressure could feel good but it did
and Harry felt his own cock twitch again, hardening as the Dark Lord began
moving more freely. His movements were slow but Harry felt every tiny motion
and he loved it. It felt so good, like little explosions in his centre and he
felt the shock waves down into his fingertips.
       “Please,” Harry cried out, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging
for. The Dark Lord just laughed again, pulling almost completely out of Harry
to shift slightly before he pushed back in on a different angle. Harry was in
heaven and he closed his eyes, focusing on feeling everything as again and
again his beloved Dark Lord thrust his rock hard member into him. It was almost
too much but he wanted to remember this forever. Sex was part of the promise
between them but it wasn’t everything, he knew that. But he wanted to feel it
all, to know it all, just as Voldemort had instructed him to.
       The Dark Lord was driving himself in and out of Harry’s hot core,
gaining speed as he moved and the little sounds his mate was making were
confirmation of everything he loved. They made the years of waiting worth it.
Harry’s body was gripping him and the young wizard, despite the earlier charms,
was so beautifully tight that he knew this feeling was something he did not
want to live without. He had pleasured his little one to prepare him and while
doing that his anticipation had grown.
       Voldemort had not been disappointed. Harry was everything he could have
ever wanted. His little one was expressive and his heat was divine. The charms
had worked and Voldemort was moving smoothly within his tight young body,
Harry’s exquisitely hot passage slick because of the magic.  Already Harry was
learning how to respond, flexing his muscles and moving his own hips. It was
incredible and even now the Dark Lord could feel that he was close.
       “So good,” Voldemort bent down to whisper into Harry’s ear. “You feel
so, so good,” he added, thrusting as he spoke. It was nothing but the truth and
he moved to swallow Harry’s little cries, kissing him deeply. He enjoyed each
thrust, each plunge into his little one’s tight hot core. He loved the massage
each muscle was giving him and the texture that was rubbing against him. He
fitted beautifully, Harry’s body wrapped around him, moulding to him, adjusting
as he stroked within. Voldemort had slept with many but no one had ever felt
this good. Almost stupidly he could hear the ancient basilisk whispering into
his mind, repeating the words from years ago. -Find instead now your equal, the
one who you will share your centuries with.-
       And he had.
       Harry completed him and while the green eyed wizard had power over him,
it was not something he feared. It was, miraculously something he delighted in
and it calmed him. Deep in his own mind Voldemort could feel serenity, a pool
of content that had not been there previously. The years of patient waiting for
this young wizard to grow up were now rewarded and the Dark Lord could feel his
magic respond to his inner tranquillity, strengthening, growing, surging
through his body with his release.
       It happened so fast that he was almost not aware, save for the way his
hips ploughed his cock deeply, almost savagely into the heat that was Harry.
And then he was laughing as his seed poured into the hot body beneath him,
dipping again and again into its depths and loving the way Harry instinctually
tightened around him. It was unbelievably good and he stilled to appreciate the
feeling. It would have been nice to cum together but on this first time,
Voldemort was realistic, it was better this way and tomorrow, when he took
Harry again, when he anticipated Harry wanting to try a few more things now
that he knew how good it felt, then he could time things differently so that
they came together. For now, this was enough and this was almost too much!
       Long moments passed before Voldemort carefully withdrew from his
beloved’s body. Harry’s legs released him so that he could lie beside the young
wizard breathing deeply as his hands ran over smooth skin. Almost unconsciously
his fingers flicked through the motions of several cleaning charms and his
magic responded, caressing Harry as it took effect, cleaning off the sticky
results from their love making from both their bodies and the sheets.
       “Happy Birthday, my beloved,” Voldemort whispered, pulling Harry into
his arms. The Dark Lord was surprised when his heart fluttered at the smile
Harry returned to him and the younger wizard turned to him reaching out to fit
his body to his older lovers, his head tucked under Voldemort’s chin so that
his breath was a whisper of warmth on the red eyed wizard’s skin.
       “Love you,” The young man’s voice was slurred and his breathing quickly
levelled out with sleep.
       Those words didn’t just make the Dark Lord’s heart flutter, they put a
vice around it and squeezed tight and he found himself, red eyes looking down
almost in wonder at the wizard lying replete in his arms, comfortable, trusting
and asleep. Voldemort smiled, closing his eyes briefly as he ordered his mind,
pulling those unknown snippets of feeling into one whole and realising now
exactly what they were. When red eyes opened, they gazed at Harry, soft and
gentle and he said words he never thought he would say to anyone but the depth
of their truth went all the way to his core, which was why that truth was now
locked away in the vaults of his mind, contained, protected and placed where he
could examine it slowly, savouring the feeling and the way it flowed through
him. “I love you.”
~x~x~x~
End: Courting
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Well I hope that wasn’t too touchy feely but it does end the first
     part of the fic. And I think it ends Courting on a sweet note.
     I’m going to give the fic a little break now because frankly, I’m
     getting tired posting every three days and I think readers are
     getting a little tired as well. Don’t worry, the break will only be a
     week or two and the fic picks up where it left off ‘in present time’
     so you will have to be in suspense than long for what happens to
     Dumbledore and of course the answer, eventually, to why did
     Dumbledore so blindly follow a prophecy he knew was false?
***** Consolidation and Companion *****
The Forever Game
Consolidation and Companion
       As Voldemort apparated back to the room his Death Eater’s would expect
to find him, he wondered how it was that he had such a logical mate. He was
meant to be the one who was emotionless, the one who made the cold hard
decisions but around his beloved, his heart overruled his head and he never
even stopped to question it. Harry was correct, his Death Eater’s would need
him tonight, would need his guidance or who knew what they would do. But
confound it! He wanted to be with Harry, wanted to hold his mate as he
underwent the change but it was Harry who pushed him back towards his duties.
Perhaps that was a part of how Harry completed him but it was more than that.
       The Dark Lord had thought about it. Traits he found endearing in Harry
would have him in a killing rage in another and he had wondered why. Why did
something he hated in others reinforce his affection for another? It was then
that he had realised that Harry had never and would never try to turn him from
his path and never tried to bargain as others he had taken to his bed, many
years back, had tried to. All Harry asked just by his presence was that he
consider the method he used. And if Voldemort was honest with himself, adapting
to use Harry's methodology often meant that his desire was more widely
accepted. Harry had never once changed the goal, merely the method used to
attain that goal and never had that altered method truly been impossible. That
was why the innocence he felt in the young wizard, the often naive questions
never bothered him and he always answered as honestly as he could even as he
had moulded his mate into the one who would stand equal to him. Harry was his
and accepted him as he was and that made all the difference in the world. Even
if sometimes Harry’s logical streak was far too wide for comfort.
       With the loathsome part of the ritual complete, he had felt Harry’s
desire that he not witness the young wizard’s weakness. Voldemort didn’t really
understand it, since over the last few years, when in training, he’d seen Harry
unconscious and in various states of weakness almost every day. But he had also
felt the depth of need in his mate, and given that Harry had just voluntarily
had sex with their enemy, he was inclined to humour whatever Harry wanted for a
little while.
       And it was not like his mate was lying, his Death Eaters did need him.
       He’d apparated into the middle of growing tension in the Wizengamot
chamber. Lucius Malfoy, one of those men who always made sure they were just
that little bit too useful to kill, was facing off against James Potter, a man
who was an enigma to most of his followers but who still lead the largest
faction in the Wizengamot. He should have anticipated that some Death Eater’s
would become onerous once they thought their positions unassailable. It was
time to teach them that he still expected a level of decorum and control from
his followers. They were meant to be more than mindless animals but some would
regress at the least provocation.
       “Is there are problem Lucius?” Just the question should have been enough
to warn the Malfoy Lord but the blond really was drunk on victory.
       “No problem, my Lord. Just clearing out the deadweight.”
       “You are attempting to remove a rightful member of the Wizengamot?”
       Even Lucius heard the warning in that question and the Lord Potter was
discrete enough that his smirk was quickly lost as he schooled his features
into a more neutral expression. “Lord Malfoy,” Harry’s father said formally.
“The Minister and I have many political differences. Of that there is no
question and for a sworn follower such as yourself, I can appreciate some
confusion as to why someone like myself, who openly refuses to swear allegiance
in the manner you have, remains. Suffice to say that your Lord and I came to an
agreement many years ago and I will be remaining.”
       “My Lord!” Lucius protested, turning to face Voldemort. The blond could
be a perceptive man when he needed and his grey eyes saw the truth, James
Potter had not lied, he would be remaining. “Why?”
       The Dark Lord considered the question, wondering if a simple green
curse, the colour of his beloved’s eyes would be the best solution. He could
even forgo explaining Lord Malfoy’s death and simply claim he had died in
battle but Lucius was a symptom of the problem and in this case, killing him
would mask the disease. “Do you know that the prophecy Dumbledore believed was
a lie?” Voldemort’s rich voice filled the hall and most stilled to hear it,
taking in the information the Minister was giving them.
       “It was not about a child who would kill me, quite the opposite. It was
about the one who would raise me to power, and as you can see, that child has
delivered everything the true prophecy promised. But for them to give me power,
it required that I listen, that I turn from the path of destruction and remain
in shadow. It required that I give them power in return. I am not a wizard of
faith, I am a man of action but on that night, many years ago when I found
them, I placed my faith in the true prophecy.” Harry screamed into his soul
causing him to pause but Voldemort steeled himself, blocking out Harry’s pain
as he continued. “And that is why I now sit here, secure in the knowledge that
Dumbledore’s life force is slowly draining from him and his prophecy child is
chained to a wall, dripping blood on to my floor.”
       “You would have won sooner,” Lucius couldn’t help the words.
       “I could have been Minister sooner, Lord Malfoy but I would still be
embroiled in a war. You may not believe that, but I know it and that is really
all that matters. Tonight is for celebration but I will not tolerate stupid
regression to a policy long dead and on that I trust you are completely clear.”
       “My Lord!” The Death Eater’s around the room snapped, coming to
attention and Voldemort did not miss the amused smile on Lord Potter’s face. It
was not a game to him but there were times when he sure acted like it was.
       “Minister,” Harry’s Father said, bowing slightly in the way tradition
required when a new speaker rose to address the Wizengamot. His earlier
conversation had been private, though all had been listening. “You are correct.
It is a time for celebration and on behalf of the Party’s I would therefore ask
you to adjourn the Wizengamot until the Halloween sitting so that the Ministry
and the Auror’s might more easily consolidate after the Speaker’s Rebellion.”
His blue eyes flickered over to a bunch of very scared wizards who were hiding
in the shadows and Voldemort suppressed a smile. They were all that remained of
Dumbledore’s loyal followers. James’ suggestion would also allow the Dark Lord
to call all his marked followers and explain the new order to them.
       Once again, the red eyed wizard sighed inwardly. It was such a shame
that Lord Potter would not swear allegiance to him because Harry’s Father would
be one of the best of his inner circle and he would be even without his son’s…
influence. “A very reasonable suggestion,” Voldemort agreed. “The Speaker’s
Rebellion has been a blight upon our society. But it is also a most timely
reminder, that we must be ever vigilant against those who would use violence in
their personal quest for power.” He almost wished Dumbledore had been here to
hear that little speech but the Dark Lord’s mind was more tied up with the
possibilities the next sitting provided. Lord Potter had just suspended the
Wizengamot for two weeks to return for the Halloween sitting and by then Harry
would have recovered from today’s ritual and it would be time to keep a promise
he had made some years back on the first anniversary of him becoming the
Minister of Magic.
       He had returned to his to his chambers to the feeling of his beloved’s
sadness. “What’s wrong?”
       Harry had looked up at him, his green eyes shining with tears. “I never
go anywhere with you,” he sobbed.
       “Oh Harry, Harry,” Voldemort soothed, sweeping the black haired wizard
into his arms, “You wouldn’t want to come with me, because even if you are
there, I can’t pay attention to you.” He placed one kiss on the top of his
beloved’s head, smoothing his unruly hair down with gentle strokes. “You know,
most of my aides and assistants think they are honoured if I give them even
half of my attention for the few seconds it takes me to tell them what to do.
And that’s while the rest of my attention is on the paperwork. Yet you... oh
Harry, the instant I see you, you have my complete, undivided attention and you
have it for as long as you need it.”
       Harry sniffed and hiccupped. “I know but whenever you are asked if you
have a lover, you are always happy to admit you do but you never say it’s me!”
       Ah, the Dark Lord blinked. That was a far more difficult concern that he
could not just smooth away. He never admitted it was Harry because he never
wanted Harry to be used against him. Any who even tried it would be obliterated
entirely but that might hurt Harry and such a risk could not be allowed. But if
Voldemort was honest with himself, attempting to keep Harry safe forever would
be an exercise in futility. His mate would eventually want his freedom and he
would be unable to do anything to stop him risking himself. Perhaps this was
best dealt with in another way. Voldemort fully intended to keep Harry safe and
to protect him but it would do no harm if Harry knew how to defend himself. His
mate wasn’t immortal yet, so self-defence was essential and even once he was
immortal, the Dark Lord knew from personal experience that avoiding injury was
far better than healing from it.
       “All right, my Little One,” Voldemort said gently. “I will proclaim to
the world exactly who has possession of my heart and soul on two conditions.
The first is that you are immortal.”
       “But you said you could not do that!” Harry objected. In the past he’d
been worried that the Dark Lord would leave him because he was not immortal,
even though they were mates but Voldemort had dismissed his concern, telling
him that it was something that would be dealt with in time, just not then and
Harry had reluctantly been re-assured. The fact that the Dark Lord had then
spent the next few hours making him quiver helplessly in ecstasy had also aided
in re-assuring him.
       “I said I could not do it at the time. Oh, beloved, there is nothing for
you to fear. Technically I made you immortal when you were just a babe, but
that’s just your soul and I have no intention of losing your delectable body. I
love you just the way you are and I have known for a very long time exactly how
I am going to make you immortal, just I did not think you would appreciate
being stuck in the body of an eight year old... Come to think of it, I wouldn’t
like it either.”
       Harry chuckled. “And the other condition?” he questioned. He could feel
the absolute certainty in his beloved’s mind. The Dark Lord had the means to
make him immortal and would do so in due course.
       “You can hold your own against me in both duel and squirmish.”
       Green eyes widened in surprise and the Dark Lord knew his lover was
thinking of the differences in their ages, and experience. “That could take
forever!” Harry objected and was surprised when Voldemort gave a throaty
chuckle.
       “I don’t think it will take that long,” he replied. “You will have the
best instructor.”
       “Oh?”
       “I will teach you, but you must realise that it will not be easy,
beloved. There will be pain but you will learn.”
       Harry frowned but Voldemort could feel that he was not afraid, if
anything he was just more determined. “I’ll do my best,” he said before leaning
over and the rest of the conversation was lost as the Dark Lord commenced a re-
enactment of his celebration when he became Minister of Magic.
      That had been fun and he hoped Harry would be as enthusiastic this year
as he had been in others, though the surprise of the Wizengamot when they
learned that they now had two Lord’s would also provide a great deal of
entertainment and would require its own celebration.
       “The sedition of the Speaker leads me to accede to the Parties desires
and formally adjourn the Wizengamot until the Halloween sitting,” Voldemort
intoned. “The time shall be used by the Aurors to separate the guilty from the
innocent so that all wizards know that we do not tolerate the use of violence
to attempt to overthrow the lawful government of the land.
       “There will be shifts in the Government at that time and I will have an
announcement which will allow us to put the pain of these actions behind us,”
his eyes met James Potter’s and the man knew exactly what would be announced.
He was grim but a ghost of a smile traced his lips. This announcement would put
a lot more pressure on his family but with Lucius’ events today, it would shut
up the Death Eater so completely that nothing would compare.
       As some of the Wizengamot left, others rose to talk to colleagues while
the Minister sent a pulse through the Dark Mark, summoning his followers to the
place only they knew about. None of them knew about his beloved mate yet. They
had only seen him robed and hooded, standing in the protective shadow of their
Master as he and Harry had played the cloak and dagger game for the last few
years and Voldemort had no intention of telling them early that they would
either obey his Harry or die. No, their reward now would be to bear witness to
Dumbledore’s demise and to unknowingly bear witness as the gift of immortality
settled upon his mate.
***** Consolidation and Companion *****
The Forever Game
Consolidation and Companion
       As some of the Wizengamot left, others rose to talk to colleagues while
the Minister sent a pulse through the Dark Mark, summoning his followers to the
place only they knew about. None of them knew about his beloved mate yet. They
had only seen him robed and hooded, standing in the protective shadow of their
Master as he and Harry had played the cloak and dagger game for the last few
years and Voldemort had no intention of telling them early that they would
either obey his Harry or die. No, their reward now would be to bear witness to
Dumbledore’s demise and to unknowingly bear witness as the gift of immortality
settled upon his mate.
       He had steeled himself against Harry’s pain, pushing the screams away
from his mind because he knew it was necessary, but his beloved had been silent
for a little while and carefully Voldemort reached out through their bond,
silently asking Harry if he could return. His beloved had asked that he not
witness him in pain, he had said nothing about after.
       Harry lay on the floor of the sealed chamber, concentrating on his
breathing. His body felt like it had gone through a wringer, which while that
hadn’t physically happened, it seemed like an apt metaphor for what had
happened. The magic of the ritual had touched every cell in his body, invading
them, changing them and then it had gone into his magical core.
       That had hurt worse than the pain in his body and how long he had lain
there screaming, Harry didn’t know. When the pain stopped though, he was once
again struck by how like the Cruciatus Curse it was. It just vanished. It
didn’t taper off, trickling away to nothing, it was as if a switch had been
thrown and it was gone. His muscles and mind remembered though and that’s why
he was still lying on the floor, drawing each breath carefully as he went
through the mental exercises required to tell his mind to ignore the phantom
signals that his body was still sending out.
       Harry knew his beloved had heard his screams. He hadn’t been able to
hold back the cries in his mind but already his heart was lighter because his
beloved Dark Lord had honoured his wishes, staying away, though it must have
been causing him pain. Six years ago, it would never have happened and
Voldemort would have come to him like an avenging angel, glorious in his power
but today Harry found himself alone and for that he was glad. It meant that the
long years learning to fight, learning to defend himself and to attack were
beginning to pay off and his red eyed lover was seeing him as his equal, not
merely as his catamite.
       He knew it had been difficult for Voldemort, but it had been difficult
for him, especially that first lesson, where he had not known much about
duelling. Yet through it all the Dark Lord had been patient, suppressing what
were for him natural reactions because he too wanted Harry to be more than his
cock sheath. Harry had appreciated that, loving the red eyed wizard more and
ironically he tried to show the older man his gratitude every time they lay
together.
       As he lay he remembered that first duelling lesson, when he truly
realised how much he had to learn. He’d been in fights before that. He and
Neville had had a brief, aborted fight during his N.E.W.T.s but nothing had
come of that as the examiners had prevented it from escalating though Harry was
now sure his words had struck far more deeply than he had intended. He’d known
the prophecy then, both of them and it had annoyed him how much the wizards
thought nothing of entrusting everything to a boy they barely knew. He’d only
laughed one line, pointing out the obvious before Neville had reacted. “The
prophecy never says you will win.” Just because Neville supposedly had the
power to vanquish the Dark Lord, it didn’t follow that he would, yet every
witch and wizard seemed brainwashed into thinking that he would and this was
after they had elected that Dark Lord as their Minister. It made no sense to
Harry and if attending Hogwarts would have resulted in giving him that same
attitude he was very grateful to have been pulled out.
       He’d held his own against Neville, and education at home had included
the traditional art of the sword and he was no slouch at that. Harry thought he
had known something about fighting, yet less than a second after the call to
duel had been sounded, facing the Dark Lord, Harry had found himself slammed
into the wall before falling to lie on the floor, his breath gone and his body
screaming in pain. The second duel he had lasted a whole second, because he’d
dodged out of the way of the first charm, only to be hit by the second jinx and
he’d known then exactly how far he had to go. As Harry had struggled to rise
that time, he had glanced over at the Dark Lord and he knew, this was not a
game and this prowess, the focus was why his beloved had won. It was humbling
but it was also a challenge and it was a challenge Harry was determined not to
fail.
       And he hadn’t.
       Every day they practiced and Harry measured his success sometimes in
seconds, sometimes in minutes but daily his ability to fight grew. He learned
more spells, he learned more movements, he learned everything he could. Early
on there was a small stir, Neville Longbottom had supposedly disappeared but
Voldemort was not concerned and had gone about the business of being Minister
as if nothing was wrong. Harry knew the other boy was not dead and he knew that
because his butt was not sore from the unbelievably passionate celebratory sex
he anticipated the night that Neville was dismembered before his Dark Lord.
       Harry snorted to himself. Neville was dripping blood on to the floor and
his butt wasn’t sore thanks to the charms Voldemort had cast but there had been
nothing celebratory about the sex. He pushed himself up, blinking as he looked
around. His vision was different. There was something odd with it as if he
could see more than he had been able to and Harry examined the room as he tried
to work out what had changed.
       Dumbledore was still chained to the altar but the cambion no longer
looked young. It was as if his age illusions had been replaced and his skin was
wrinkled, his once fiery red hair now frosted and his blue eyes were dull. As
Harry watched he could see that Dumbledore still breathed but each breath was
slow and shallow and the skin of his chest seemed thin, pulled tight over now
fragile bones. “He won’t....” the old man coughed, his voice gravelly and weak.
“He won’t stay with you.”
       Harry stood, brushing his robes off and squirming slightly as he flexed
his muscles, feeling how his body moved now. “He won’t,” Harry said the same
words almost idly. “He won’t leave me because I complete him,” he added when he
vaguely realised his original statement might be misconstrued as agreement.
       “And now that you have,” Dumbledore said, turning his head to look at
Harry, “he will finish with you.”
       Harry raised his hand, touching two fingers to the spot above one eye in
a gesture that was like his beloveds. Did the old man not understand? He knew
the true prophecy but was determined to corrupt or ignore it. “You know the
truth Dumbledore, you’ve tried fighting against it for decades but you know he
won’t leave me. There are three lines that ensure that. I’ll summarise for you
in case you have forgotten. ‘Equal exchange, unknown power and neither can live
while the other survives.’ Is that clear enough?”
       “It doesn’t matter what he exchanged, he cares nothing for it.”
       This time Harry did laugh. “I hold his soul, I hold his heart, he won’t
leave me.” Harry felt the Dark Lord stir through their link, silently seeking
permission to return. He had controlled his Death Eater’s for the moment and
wished to ensure that everything with the ceremony was proceeding as required.
       “He has two other Horcruxes that I know of and he cares nothing for them
save that they continue to exist. You are no different. You are a tool he will
use and then discard,” the old man coughed, the wet sound rattling down his
throat into his chest.
       Harry turned towards Dumbledore flicking one hand out to summon a small
dagger. The last part of the ritual called for it, the part that would seal
forever Dumbledore’s immortality into him. He’d been given the cambion’s semen,
his life giving seed, the ritual had taken the cambion’s magical properties,
painfully imbuing them into Harry’s magical core and his cells and the final
seal would come when it was his hand that took the final essence of life from
the old man. That ensured that the ritual could not be reversed. “You can
believe what you want, I know that in a year, in ten years, in one hundred
years we will still be together.”
       “There is no reason.”
       “There is every reason,” Harry began, breaking off when his beloved
apparated into the room behind Dumbledore.
       “Because I care for him,” the Dark Lord’s rich voice wrapped around the
room and old rumy eyes opened wide at the sound. Voldemort let one hand touch
Albus, almost in a caress from one ear along the bone to his chin. “Ah, I see
your surprise. I see your doubt,” the Dark Lord smiled, walking around the
altar, his foot falls heavy in the silence. “But how could it not be true?” he
asked, his voice light with the question.
       “Why would I discard someone who every single time I fuck them, every
time I release into him, the serenity inside grows and my magic responds,
developing, expanding to leave me with just that little bit more power, just a
little more understanding? It’s never a big boost but since I love fucking him,
cumulative it’s enough. So why would I ever give him up?”
       Harry kept the surprise from his face though his eyes reflected the
question and he felt the Dark Lord reach out, brushing inside his mind. :I make
you stronger as well you know,: Voldemort laughed and Harry had to fight the
arousal the intimate touch brought him.
       “In the end you will consume him,” Dumbledore objected.
       “You don’t think I didn’t consider that?” Voldemort hissed. “Simple
energy transference I can get with any maggot, only my true mate can give me
tangible power.” The red eyed wizard moved to stand beside Harry, looking at
his mate and the knife still in his hand. “Wait for a little bit,” he
instructed, reaching out to guide Harry’s hand in resheathing the weapon. The
Dark Lord then stepped back, looking critically at Harry’s robes. A few flicks
of his wand and they were transfigured into full length concealing black robes
with a heavy hood which the red eyed wizard pulled up over his beloved’s head.
“My Death Eater’s deserve to see him die,” he explained, his voice only for
Harry, “Can you do that?” In their years of training, Harry had killed but
never in cold blood, never with an audience.
       Green eyes clouded for a moment before Harry nodded firmly. He might
need help later, but his beloved would be there. From his examination of
Voldemort’s memories, he knew it had to be his hand that killed Dumbledore, his
that pulled the former cambion’s heart from his body to wring the last drops of
blood from the chambers.
       Voldemort had unslung the chains from the ground, dragging Dumbledore
from the altar. The old wizard was still chained but the links were more like a
leash now. The old man made no move to cover his nakedness. He was old enough
that such things didn’t bother him and he was weak enough from the ritual that
he could not put up much physical resistance. He was defeated and he knew it
but neither Harry nor Voldemort had expected him to be so docile. They would
crush any resistance but they had expected at least a little. They had already
won but after so long, with Dumbledore’s history, it was odd that the wizard
did not give one last futile attempt.
~x~x~x~
 
      
 
 
***** Consolidation and Companion *****
The Forever Game
Consolidation and Companion
       Voldemort had unslung the chains from the ground, dragging Dumbledore
from the altar. The old wizard was still chained but the links were more like a
leash now. The old man made no move to cover his nakedness. He was old enough
that such things didn’t bother him and he was weak enough from the ritual that
he could not put up much physical resistance. He was defeated and he knew it
but neither Harry nor Voldemort had expected him to be so docile. They would
crush any resistance but they had expected at least a little. They had already
won but after so long, with Dumbledore’s history, it was odd that the wizard
did not give one last futile attempt.
       “Where do you want me to appear?” Harry asked, looking adorable under
the black hood.
       “You are my right hand, as I am your left, so that is your place, at my
right hand,” Voldemort smiled at him. “Do not let your hood slip,” he warned
suddenly. “I do not yet wish them to know who stands there.”
       Harry nodded watching as the Dark Lord apparated, dragging Dumbledore
with him. It left the room silent save for the drip of blood from the young
wizard chained to the wall. Neville hung limply his torn robes draped around
him. Harry couldn’t tell if he was alive and he didn’t really care. He’d
defeated the supposed prophecy child and had his rightful wand. There was
nothing more for the young man to do and Harry dismissed him as he
concentrated, turning on one foot to apparate.
       Harry had been in the Throne Room before, just never with quite so many
Death Eaters. His beloved had many faces and he liked to keep them all
separate. Most wizards saw only their strong, capable Minister, but the Death
Eater’s still saw their Master. The more blood thirsty ones had been disposed
of, those who could not adapt to new truths but the rest were no less
dangerous. They were cheering, some with their masks off, others still robed in
the traditional black with white mask. Harry didn’t care, he had other memories
of this room. They had practiced duelling here often and it was here, not so
long ago that he had finally won. He glanced towards the throne and blushed at
the memory.
       Voldemort watched his beloved, waiting for the Death Eater’s to notice
the new comer, though he hadn’t missed the blush and his groin tightened. Harry
was twenty three years old but sometimes he still seemed seventeen. The Dark
Lord did have to admit though, it was a very good memory. Silence began
spreading as the Death Eater’s noticed the unknown wizard who had appeared at
their Lord’s right hand, leaving the only noise as Dumbledore’s ragged
breathing. And that triggered the memory.
       He and Harry had been duelling each other for years and with every
battle his beloved had improved until the point where now, their skirmishes
were long and hard fought. Against anyone else, Harry would have victory but
Voldemort was determined his defeat, even at his beloved’s hands, would be
expensive. So for weeks, months maybe, each victory had been by the skin of his
teeth. He was proud of his lover and in some ways more than a little scared.
Harry was fighting him with a secondary wand, how much faster, how much more
accurate would his spells be when he got his primary?
       The Dark Lord did not think about those sorts of things when they
duelled. He couldn’t, he needed every ounce of attention to fight off his
beloved and today was no different. Harry was ducking and weaving, firing
charms, both mundane and complex at him with stunning speed and accuracy. He,
like Voldemort, wore a shield charm but their main defence was dodging and yet
the Dark Lord knew to be careful with that, since Harry was adept in hand to
hand combat and if they got too close, the younger wizard was not afraid to
abandon magic for physical confrontation. Oh yes, Harry was everything the Dark
Lord could ever want in a mate. He wasn’t entirely sure what Harry had done but
something had slipped passed his defences and before he could recover, the
green eyed wizard unleashed a further barrage of attacks.
       His next memory was blinking as he looked up into concerned tear filled
green eyes. The realisation that after five years he had lost a duel to his
beloved came next and briefly Voldemort closed red eyes. He was not afraid to
honour his promise but before that, there was something else to do. His red
eyes opened wide, burning with power and his arms snaked upwards, wrapping
around Harry to pull him down for a long passionate kiss. Harry’s startled cry
became a moan of pleasure as their tongues duelled, twisting and turning,
touching and teasing and sensitising.
       Voldemort wasn’t inclined to wait and even as he kissed his beloved, he
rose, lifting Harry and moving the few short steps to his throne. His hands
wandered all over Harry’s firm body, rubbing and caressing and pushing Harry’s
robes off. In his long life, he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted
Harry right now. And from the way Harry was rubbing him back, his hands and his
tongue making their own demands, the feeling was mutual.
       As he ripped enough of Harry’s robes away to expose his delicious butt,
Voldemort pushed his beloved back, turning him around and pushing Harry over
his throne. The younger wizard braced himself, his hands on the arm rests but
didn’t resist when the Dark Lord cast several charms including a few he didn’t
usually bother with to relax and stretch his mate. He kept one hand on Harry’s
back to hold him in place as his other pulled his erect member from his robes
and with no further preamble he pushed his hard pole inside.
       They both gasped as he sank, deeply penetrating into Harry’s rectum. The
heat was as deliciously beautiful as always and a moment later he began
thrusting, pulling almost all the way out of Harry before ramming back in. The
green eyed wizard may have won the duel today, but the Dark Lord wanted his
mate to know that he was already so far within him, so much a part of the
younger wizard that they could never be apart. Harry pushed back to meet him,
and the two of them cried out in unison as the heat rose between them.
       Harry gasped with every intrusion, squeezing his muscles down hard and
rocking his hips through circles and he pushed himself back to meet his Dark
Lord.
       He’d been elated when he had won, and then concerned but when the Dark
Lord awoke, though his concern had quickly been drowned by sexual desire and
now the rising heat and the strong feel of his beloved inside made him lost in
a maze of feeling.
       There was a savagery in the way Voldemort was moving, long hard strokes
that slapped his balls up against Harry’s silky soft skin. His hands rested on
his beloved’s hips, pulling him close. The way Harry massaged him just made his
cock firmer and he responded to the growing tightness by hammering the young
body beneath him harder. Harry’s tunnel was tight, a velvet sheath for his hard
shaft and with a shout of completion he came, plunging deeply into Harry,
pouring his seed into the hot depths.
       It wasn’t enough and after a moment, Voldemort wrapped his arms around
Harry turning with him so that he sat in his throne with his beloved in his
lap. He kept his cock buried in Harry’s warmth and as he settled he moved his
hands to his beloved’s crotch, to begin massaging his precious. Harry squirmed
for a moment settling himself comfortably, shifting his grip on the thrones
arms and lifting his feet to place them on the Dark Lord’s knees. Then he began
to move, up and down. The motion coaxed Voldemort’s softening shaft back to
full erection and he licked his lips at its delicious hardness. It felt so good
within him, velvet covered steel impaling him to his core.
       The Dark Lord’s aggression had aroused him. The entire battle today had
aroused him and he had been close when Voldemort came within him but it was his
turn now. His beloved’s hands were massaging him, pumping him in time with his
motions. The hands were warm and Harry licked his lips, pumping his hips up and
down, angling himself so that his beloved sunk deeply into him. Each motion
brushed passed the sensitive spot inside and Harry bit his lip to hold back his
screams.
       Voldemort sensed it and laughed before he began thrusting again, moving
upwards to meet Harry’s downwards motion. The walls of his darling were wrapped
around him, massaging him but the Dark Lord wanted Harry to cum this time and
so he focused on his hands, one playing with Harry’s balls while the other
teased in long sure strokes, coaxing his beloved’s erection to spill his sweet
seed. “You can scream, my love,” he whispered into Harry’s ear, spitting out
the unruly black hair that almost seemed to gravitate to his mouth. As a Dark
Lord he was still almost reticent to announce his affection for his precious
but when they were locked together, their bodies merging as one, he was more
open. And the way the word made Harry quiver... that made it worth it.
       “I’m gonna... ngh! Voldemort!” Harry cried out, his voice half strangled
by his desire to be quiet and the Dark Lord had laughed again, squeezing his
buttocks to grind his rock hard shaft deep into Harry as he pulled the
unresisting wizard lower into his lap.
       “I always love it when you cry for me,” he added as Harry titled his
head back over one of Voldemort’s shoulders, breathing hard. Harry really was
so cute trying to hold back his noise. After five years of intimacy the Dark
Lord would have thought that Harry would have learned that he would never allow
him to be heard, not if he really didn’t wish to. The sound proofing around
their chambers and now around the throne room was absolute. No one would hear
him because Voldemort knew it would make his little one unhappy. Yet he also
loved the strangled little noises Harry made. Screams were beautiful, choked
gasps were intoxicating. It was definitely a wonderful situation.
       The younger wizard moved his hands to grasp the Dark Lord’s and he
looked over at his beloved through half closed eyes. The shifting of his
shoulder blades rubbed through the tunic Voldemort was still dressed in at the
red eyed wizards nipples. Harry had long ago ceased to care that Voldemort
never acknowledged him in public but a deal was a deal and while the years
since his beloved had promised him had been spent training, Harry wasn’t sure
what he would be doing now. He could not just sit around and do nothing. That
would drive him insane, so helping with government would be best.
“Immortality,” he said the word as a reminder.
       Voldemort smiled, leaning over to steal a kiss. “I know,” he said,
wrapping his arms around Harry, crossing their limbs over the young man’s well-
toned chest. “I think it’s time to relieve Dumbledore of his life,” he added
before bending his head to nibble at his little one’s shoulder. “Enough talk. I
want you to scream for me. No one will disturb us, so scream my name as I pound
into you.” He made it a command as he held Harry close and slide down on his
throne before bouncing Harry upwards. He didn’t often feel the need to hear
Harry scream but when he did his mate invariably did not disappoint. It just
took a little bit of persuasion and as he began thrusting up into Harry, for a
while the only sound was their ragged breathing which then became moans before
his precious one began screaming, crying out the Dark Lord's name in a voice
that made Voldemort reach heaven. The knowledge that the intensity of feeling
he was giving his mate, that he was over whelming Harry's usual sense of
decorum made the Dark Lord's already steel hard shaft firmer and his balls
tightened, gathering before he poured another release deep into his mate. 
      That had been a good evening but for now he had Death Eater’s to deal
with. Duty was painful at times, but there were sometimes some nice fringe
benefits and watching Harry kill Dumbledore was one of them. Then after he
dismissed the Death Eater’s Voldemort intended to snuggle close to his beloved
and rest. Today was had been long and tomorrow would be soon enough for a
proper celebration of Dumbledore’s death and Harry’s immortality. For now
Dumbledore’s death would be enough entertainment.
***** Consolidation and Companion *****
The Forever Game
Consolidation and Companion
       That had been a good evening but for now he had Death Eater’s to deal
with. Duty was painful at times, but there were occasionally some nice fringe
benefits and watching Harry kill Dumbledore was one of them. Then after he
dismissed the Death Eater’s Voldemort intended to snuggle close to his beloved
and rest. Today was had been long and tomorrow would be soon enough for a
proper celebration of Dumbledore’s death and Harry’s immortality. For now
Dumbledore’s death would be enough entertainment.
       There was silence in the throne room and Voldemort suppressed his smile
as his Death Eater’s attention turned towards Harry who had apparated to stand
at his right hand, his hood concealing his features. Dumbledore’s breathing was
harsh in the silence. He was chained to the floor and most of the Death Eaters
were anticipating the kill.
       Predictably, it was Lucius Malfoy who broke the silence. The blond
wizard was probably desperate to attempt to regain credence after his earlier
performance in the Wizengamot. Lucius was highly intelligent, quick and an
absolute political animal but sometimes he failed to read the situation so
completely that it was almost comical. Most of his Death Eater’s had reasoned
out by now that there was some sort of reason for James Potter’s continued
existence and while they did not know what it was, they obeyed. Some few had
even worked out that James kept the dissents under control, focusing their
aggression along paths the Dark Lord had already won. It didn’t matter. Most
knew better than to use force on a man their Lord seemed to need, Lucius did
not. If he had of kept his machinations to politics, Voldemort wouldn’t have
cared but Lucius was attempting to fight, and being beaten, on every level.
Even his son had betrayed him, secretly dating Marigold Potter. The Dark Lord
was anticipating watching Lucius’ despair, almost as much as his own elation
when he announced Harry as the second rightful Lord.
       But that was for the future, for now, Dumbledore had to die.
       “My Lord, who is this?” The blond wizard gestured towards Harry.
       “This is the man who will kill Dumbledore.”
       There was a bit of a stir at that. Most expected that he would wield the
knife or wand. “That is your right, My Lord!”
       “Funnily enough, he said the same thing but the right is his. For years
he has stood by my side, unseen, unknown, guiding me towards victory and so the
old wizard’s life is his. To take, to torture, to spare, I do not care. The old
fool has lived to see my absolute victory, that is enough.”
       -I’ll kill him,- Harry hissed in parselmouth and Voldemort almost
laughed at the instant silence the words brought. Every single Death Eater and
Dumbledore were staring with absolute shock at the young wizard’s hooded
figure.
       Dumbledore was the first to break the silence, almost collapsing into
himself with a moan of pain and Voldemort smiled towards his chained captive.
It appeared Harry’s little revelation had finally broken the old man’s spirit
and the Dark Lord felt his cock stir, physical evidence of his enjoyment and
desire to thank his beloved properly. -I think he finally understands,- Harry
summarised before stepping down from the dais. In the relative silence of the
room, the noise of his footfalls was loud and the Death Eater’s drew back to
let him through. It had long been accepted that any parselmouth was
automatically of high rank within the Death Eaters. It was a stupid idea but
one Voldemort would use if it made introducing his beloved smoother.
       Harry turned to face him. -Do I need to kill him in a specified way?-
       -No, but why don’t you show off some of our enhancements?- Voldemort
suggested with a sly smile. The Death Eaters who saw the smile shuddered and
looked back to the unknown wizard. They couldn’t see anything special about
him. He was of average height with a medium build, obviously a parselmouth and
probably male, if the voice’s tone could be trusted. Yet those who were
sensitive could feel that the figure was very important.
       Harry nodded and let his aura flare. The wash of magic made the watching
Death Eaters step back and he was amused at the way they cleared a path for
him. The Dark Lord flared his own power in reply and the green eyed wizard
almost laughed turning for a moment with an unseen wry smile on his lips, no
challenge ever went unmet, before he focused fully on Dumbledore.
       The old wizard was chained, kneeling on the stone floor. There was a
chain on each wrist and two attached to the heavy collar. Just the weight of
the dragon forged steel was holding the old man down and the restraints were
probably not necessary, not with his magic being blocked and his immortality
gone but both Harry and Voldemort had learned over the years that arrogance
lead to downfall and they did their gloating after the fact, taking pleasure in
the other.
       The man’s skin was thin, almost translucent and blue spidery veins
traced their way over his arms and legs, thickening into raised conduits as
they traced over his torso before disappearing into his chest. Dumbledore’s
hair and beard were frosted white though still thick. Blue eyes were watching
him avidly and Harry could see in them the echo of intelligence and cunning but
he could also see how heavily defeat was weighing at the old wizard. He knew he
had lost, but he might yet try something and Harry drew his wand, ignoring the
gasps as several Death Eater’s recognised the richly polished grain of Neville
Longbottom’s former wand. The charm hit Dumbledore’s throat and the old man
made move to tear at his neck but the chains were too short and his emaciated
hands stopped inches away, curled into claws.
       “No Albus,” Harry said, deliberately hissing, “I don’t want you spoiling
the surprise.” He resheathed his wand and stood directly in front of the old
wizard looking down. Dumbledore looked up at him, his eyes didn't beg but his
denial was obvious and Harry was forced to wonder, not for the first time, how
the old man had so blatantly twisted the prophecy? And why did he so blindly
follow the fake one? The answer would be somewhere in Dumbledore's head but
Harry wasn't fool enough to attempt legilimency on the old wizard. He'd been in
his beloved's mind earlier and he'd been let in but he hadn't been blind to the
myriad of defences that were in Voldemort's mind, defences that were most
likely on Dumbledore's and were on his own mind. He was curious, but the answer
was not worth the price.
       There was no need to rush Dumbledore’s death, but at the same time Harry
was not a fan of torture on a wizard who had realised he was defeated and who
would be dangerous if given even the remotest chance to escape. As a result,
Dumbledore’s death would probably be too fast for most of the watching Death
Eaters. Neither Harry nor his beloved would care. Their enjoyment came from the
act of defeat, not the death and so the green eyed wizard reached out. He
paused, both hands extended, covering but not touching Dumbledore’s face.
       Harry had fully intended on laying his hands on the old wizard, running
them down his face, over his neck and chest to just under his ribs before
digging in to grasp the bones to pull them apart but as he neared the point of
contact he remembered. He remembered the rubbery feel of Dumbledore’s phallus
under his hands, the way the wizard tasted in his mouth and felt in his body
and it was all he could do not to cringe away. Dumbledore’s death sealed the
ritual but suddenly he didn’t want to touch the man at all. Why had his Dark
Lord asked him to do this in public?
       Was this a test? Had he known? Harry forced his breathing, which had
become shallow to deepen. He ignored the little stirrings of the Death Eaters
who were watching. They were probably wondering if he had lost his nerve and
was somehow afraid of killing the man acknowledged as the supposedly greatest
wizard of their time. They would never know that his fears were somewhat more
exotic.  Harry took a particularly large breath, giving himself a mental shake.
He would not let his revulsion ruin everything. He had touched Dumbledore
intimately, because that is what was required. This last touch was also
required and Harry forced himself to be calm before laying his hands on
Dumbledore’s face, his fingertips on the old man’s forehead and the heels of
his hands resting on the old wizard’s jaw bone. Albus’ breath was warm on his
palms. -You still owe me,- he hissed the words over his shoulder
       Harry wasn’t the only one surprised when Voldemort laughed, the sound
rich and echoing in the watching silence of the throne room. “More than you
will ever know,” he said the words plainly so that all could hear.
       Inwardly Harry shook his head. The Death Eaters would be more confused
than ever. The expression of mirth had relaxed him and he turned his attention
back to Dumbledore with renewed focus, though in the back of his mind his
resolve firmed. Voldemort was going down for this and it would be in the one
way the Dark Lord did not see coming. The green eyed wizard grinned at the
thought, moving his hands down in a caress that stroked Dumbledore’s face and
ended with his fingertips tracing the lines of his jawbone, meeting under his
chin.
       On his throne Voldemort read all the reactions of his beloved and he was
proud. It appeared that some of James Potter’s penchant for theatrics had bred
true and Harry was putting on a good show for the gathered Death Eaters. It
would be a short show, the dark wizard knew that his beloved would not torture
the old man but it would be one the watchers remembered. Harry’s last reaction
though and the surety of his movements after it filled him with anticipation.
He could tell, just from watching that Harry was planning something, and
whatever it was…. Voldemort resisted the urge to laugh again. His Little One
took such good care of him.
       Harry let his forefingers rest under Dumbledore’s chin for a few moments
before he moved them down, digging his nails in slightly but not breaking skin.
He traced his way over the old wizard’s arteries, feeling the ridges of his
trachea before he rested his fingers on the collarbone, his fore and middle
fingers digging in slightly while his ring and little finger found the breast
bone.
       Dumbledore’s breathing was even though he had to know what was to come
and Harry leaned over. “Don’t worry, it will be quick,” he whispered. “I don’t
guarantee the same for Neville.”
       That got a reaction. Who knew, the old man may actually care about the
other boy though Harry honestly didn’t know if Neville was still alive. The
Death Eater’s picked up on the reaction and laughed. Harry ignored them and
continued lowering his hands, pressing his fingers in slightly to trace the
bottom of Dumbledore’s ribs. “Any last request?” He asked.
       As expected the old man said nothing and Harry focused his will before
he drove his fingers inwards. Dumbledore gave a strangled cry and Harry curled
his hands, digging deeper as he tried to get a grip on the slippery ribs. There
was not much blood but there would be. The Death Eaters cheered and crowded
close. Harry flexed his arms, pulling outwards. There was a sick wet crunch and
several snaps, a groan of agony and the scent of blood spread thick in the air.
Harry wrenched the old wizards ribs open, tearing through skin and muscle,
exposing the old heart. He reached his right hand forward, grasping the
frantically pulsing muscle and jerking it free. There was a spray of blood, it
splattered most of the close Death Eaters and stained Harry’s hands red but his
shield blocked most of the blood.
       Most of the Death Eaters recognised his strength as far beyond normal,
which was just what Voldemort had wanted when he said to show off. Harry
recognised his strength as being born from several rituals his beloved had put
him through over the years. The Dark Lord would not allow him to perform some
but those that strengthened and did not taint, he had encouraged Harry and
helped him perform them, all for the day that was coming when he was announced
as the equal partner of the ruler of the Isles.
       Harry let Dumbledore’s body drop to the floor as he lifted the organ
high, conjuring a glass and squeezing the last blood into it, before he let the
heart fall with a solid splat. Harry turned, and carefully stepped over the
blood that had dripped off his shield. He bowed towards the Dark Lord, offering
him the glass.
       “I forgot how fastidious you can be,” Voldemort mused, gesturing towards
the little shield Harry had erected. His hands and arms were thickly splattered
with blood but his shadowed face and body were unsoiled. The closest Death
Eaters were wiping their faces clean, some were happy and some seemed
distressed. And from the corner of his eye Harry could see the look of distain
Lucius Malfoy directed towards him. “You take it,” the Dark Lord said with a
casual flip of his hand.
       Harry nodded and downed the rapidly cooling stuff, gagging slightly at
how thick it already was as it congealed. Blood was the beginning and the end
of the ritual and as it settled in his stomach Harry could feel the wave of
magic pass through him. Now he had the potential for immortality, the same
potential all cambions were born with. All that remained was activation but
that was another day’s work and Harry sleepily blinked green eyes, looking up
slightly to his beloved.
       Voldemort was looking down at him with a fond gaze and even before the
question was asked he nodded. “Go and rest, it has been a very long day,” the
order was soft.
       The green eyed wizard nodded again and apparated, but it was not to the
home he now shared with the Dark Lord, it was to his childhood home. The Potter
Manner, with its sweeping wings and long corridors and complete and utter lack
of silence with all twelve of his siblings home. It was late so only Jasmine
was still awake, talking quietly with their parents, Lily showing that there
would be another little brother or sister soon.
       And so it was, arms still sticky with Dumbledore’s blood, the taste of
his blood in the back of his throat, Harry appeared and fell, crying
uncontrollably into his mother’s arms. As her warmth and the smell that nothing
could ever duplicate, the smell that was home and comfort and protection and
love and all things good, penetrated his senses Harry feel asleep, the stresses
finally overwhelming him.
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       The green eyed wizard nodded again and apparated, but it was not to the
home he now shared with the Dark Lord, it was to his childhood home. The Potter
Manner, with its sweeping wings and long corridors and complete and utter lack
of silence with all twelve of his siblings home. It was late so only Jasmine
was still awake, talking quietly with their parents, Lily showing that there
would be another little brother or sister soon.
       And so it was, arms still sticky with Dumbledore’s blood, the taste of
his blood in the back of his throat, Harry appeared and fell, crying
uncontrollably into his mother’s arms. As her warmth and the smell that nothing
could ever duplicate, the smell that was home and comfort and protection and
love and all things good, penetrated his senses Harry feel asleep, the stresses
finally overwhelming him.
       When he awoke, Harry could feel the Dark Lord and he opened his green
eyes. He was lying in his own bed in the Potter Manner, the covers snuggly
around him. Harry could feel that he was clean and dressed in soft cotton
pyjamas. His little lion plushie was sitting on the pillow beside him and
Voldemort was sitting in the bedside chair watching him.
       For an instant Harry was confused as to why he was sleeping in his
familial home but then the memory of the previous day returned. He owed his
family an explanation but the Dark Lord allowed him no time for further
consideration, rising from his position, which also drew Harry from his bed to
stand beside the man. “Come with me,” it was not a request and there was the
soft pop of apparition and the room was empty.
       The smell was the first thing that registered and even Voldemort
wrinkled his nose before sweeping his wand through several cleansing charms.
Blood, piss and shit, fermenting together was not pleasant and the Dark Lord
looked over towards the wizard chained to the wall. Neville was weak, and his
wounds had finally closed, but he was still alive. “Ignore him,” the words were
spoken with the same ordering tone as the previous command and Harry felt
himself just watching his beloved as the powerful wizard moved to sit on the
altar that had held Dumbledore. Red eyes locked on green and the Dark Lord
spoke in clipped tones. “You are going to fuck me,” he ordered. “You will
repeat everything you did to the insipid old man with me here and now. You will
not change anything and you are not allowed to cum.” His eyes burned and Harry
nodded mutely.
       Harry didn’t like being in this room but he had no choice. His beloved
was going to make him do this, was going to make him relive what he had done
yesterday because this was Voldemort’s way of showing Harry that he had watched
and he did know the pain that his mate had felt. It was the Dark Lord’s way of
trying to help him recover so that the memory of fucking Dumbledore was
overlaid with the memory of the exact same position, the exact same chamber but
with the Dark Lord beneath him.
       Voldemort lay back, willing a different set of chains to hold him fast.
The one’s that had held Dumbledore did not react to magic, the one’s holding
him were created from his magic. They would release the instant he willed it.
He could submit to the illusion of being bound for his beloved, but never the
actuality and the Dark Lord would only submit to the illusion because his mate
had such power over him.
       Harry stood for a moment, and breathed deeply to calm himself. He didn’t
want to remember but he also knew that his mate did remember and would not
allow him to skimp on anything. So he had best begin with the robes. He focused
his magic so that when he waved his hand his beloved’s robes were shredded. The
chamber was cool and goose bumps raised all over the Dark Lord’s body. Harry’s
reaction this time was far different. His beloved was laid out before him,
exposed, and willing and Harry felt excitement stir through him. But then he
remembered his lover’s words. ‘You are not allowed to cum,’ and Harry forced
himself to think of something else.... like how revolting it was touching
Dumbledore. Even so, his hands were almost eager as they reached out to stroke
the Dark Lord’s phallus.
       Where Dumbledore’s had felt rubbery Voldemort’s member was velvet soft
and just felt right to him. Harry wanted to go slower, wanted to slowly,
sensuously stroke it but he had not done that to the old wizard and to the best
of his ability Harry copied his moves. He caressed and stroked it, and as
Voldemort’s shaft slowly rose, Harry wrapped one hand around it, while he moved
his other to his beloved’s balls to tease the velveteen sack there. He
remembered how his skin had crawled, how dirty he had felt as Dumbledore had
become erect under his hands. This time his skin was tingling and he could
almost feel phantom hands tracing their way over his body. But there was
nothing. The Dark Lord’s hands were chained to the altar and there was nothing
soft about the red eyes gazing at him.
       Harry began pumping Voldemort’s now hard cock with both hands, keeping
his movements firm. He didn’t know what his beloved was doing to control his
usual reaction but it seemed to be working and much as he had done with
Dumbledore, Harry lowered his head and licked at Voldemort’s steel member. The
taste almost did him in. The younger wizard had been able to keep himself from
being excited through force of will, but as his taste buds reacted,
unconsciously comparing the foul bitter flavour of Dumbledore with the dry,
full bodied taste of his beloved his own cock sprung, half erect in his
pyjamas. His mind began a litany ‘I can’t, I can’t, I can’t’ but he was almost
lost for a second time when he dropped his mouth lower moving to suck just the
tip of Voldemort’s cock as one hand moved back to the red eyed wizard’s balls,
to massage them as he had Dumbledores.
       This time it wasn’t just the taste, but the smell; musky and deep, and
pressed upon his senses with a thousand erotic memories. He continued to lick,
swirling his tongue around the bellhead again and again and thankfully his
beloved was not cruel enough to fight his own urge to cum. It was all Harry
could do not to draw back as the first spurt jetted into his mouth. He would
have enjoyed cleaning himself, wiping his cum splattered face and licking his
fingers, but he couldn’t do that. Harry pushed his mouth down, the going
considerably easier this time as he opened his throat to take the twitching
member deep into the moist warmth of his mouth.
       Almost reluctantly Harry drew back, looking up at the roof. He
swallowed, savouring the taste and he could not resist licking his lips. There
were no runes this time but he could feel a glow in his being, a warmth
spreading out from his belly. This psychosomatic feeling was one he liked! He
could not indulge and quickly, Harry pushed down his pyjama pants. It wasn’t
quite the same as pulling his robes up but it would do. Harry reached out one
hand to stroke the Dark Lord’s softening cock as his other went for his wand,
casting the charms Voldemort had done for him yesterday.
       “Turn around,” Voldemort commanded, his red eyes hooded when Harry made
to straddle him while facing him. Harry had had his back to the old man, and
would have his back to him now.
       The green eyed wizard froze for an instant before he reluctantly turned
and mounted his beloved, slowly sinking the erect member into his magically
prepared body. Harry wondered vaguely why he was obeying. He and his mate had
played at punishment before, more than once the Dark Lord had spanked his arse
to a glowing red before fucking him stupid and Harry had once refused to have
sex until Voldemort had whispered enough sweet nothings in his ear but there
had never truly been a need for punishment between them. They were becoming
equals yet Harry found himself unable to stop and he ground his hips down on
Voldemort’s cock before he began moving up and down. The motions were the exact
same ones he had done to Dumbledore. Harry wasn’t afraid. Even if he was to say
‘No’ right now, or if he was to turn around to face his mate, to see the look
of ecstasy in his eyes, he knew that the Dark Lord would not truly hurt him but
he couldn’t stop. It was almost as if some part of him recognised that he
needed this, needed the other set of memories laid over those with Dumbledore
so that in the future he would always think of this.
       Harry rode up and down fighting to deny his own erection but it was
difficult. Each inward plunge swept Voldemort’s engorged cock passed his sweet
spot and each pull out was almost a sucking pressure on his butt. It felt good
and it felt good in a way that it could never have felt with Dumbledore. It was
meant to feel good for him.... Harry loved making love to his beloved.  It must
have felt good for Voldemort as well…. In fact Harry was sure it felt good for
his beloved, given that he was squeezing and grinding, doing everything he knew
felt great just as he had to Dumbledore. He had wanted the old wizard to come
off as fast as possible. With Voldemort’s cock within him, Harry wasn’t as
urgent but he did want his beloved to feel good and he did his best to ensure
that.
       He remembered pausing, almost panicking when he thought that Dumbledore
was waking up and Harry stilled, mimicking that time. He was rewarded by the
Dark Lord’s groan and the younger wizard knew that the reaction was
involuntary. The green eyed wizard shifted his grip, moving his hands slightly
on Voldemort’s legs before he began moving again. Faster this time, more
urgently rotating his hips through tight circles designed to stimulate and
drive the hard pole in deeper. As Dumbledore had reacted, so did Voldemort and
it was a few moments later that Harry felt his beloved pour into him. And he
drove down, holding his position with the cock wedged deep into his butt. He
allowed his muscles to work, milking everything he could from his beloved.
       When Voldemort was finished, Harry pulled himself off his beloved’s cock
and turned around, straddling the Dark Lord’s hips as he bent over to take the
inhumanly beautiful face between his hands. Harry couldn’t help it, he wanted
that kiss and his mate responded and their tongues met, twining around the
other for long moments. Voldemort was breathing hard and broke the kiss first.
Harry closed his eyes lowering his head to muzzle his beloved’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” he whispered, the words heart felt. Harry hadn’t cum but he felt
relived, and with his beloved’s life giving essence within him, filling him
with warmth, he felt loved, which was probably exactly what Voldemort wanted
him to feel. The Dark Lord said nothing but began nibbling Harry’s ear and the
younger wizard stiffened. His half erect cock sprang fully to life and he
groaned. With Dumbledore he had felt nothing, and while he had been aroused
with Voldemort, he had managed to suppress his feelings enough that he had not
cum. With that nibble though, everything flooded through his system and he was
lost.
       “Oh, so you are aroused by that,” Voldemort teased.
       Harry saw red. And it wasn’t the red glow of his beloved’s eyes, it was
the red of desire and he remembered his earlier resolve. Voldemort had watched
everything with Dumbledore but Harry had decided to think of more things his
beloved mate could do for him. The fact that the Dark Lord had just made him
relive the actions with Dumbledore, but in such a manner where Harry was
fighting his own arousal had just become another thing the older wizard now had
to atone for.
       And suddenly Harry knew exactly what he wanted. The green eyed wizard
ground his hips downwards, letting his mate feel his tight arousal and with a
licentious smile he let his magic flare, distracting the Dark Lord by dipping
his head down for another kiss. Voldemort was still chained but the chains now
responded to Harry’s will. He sat back and squirmed slightly, straddling
Voldemort’s legs so that his erect cock brushed against his mates. He reached
his hands out to fondle Voldemort’s nipples and it was at that point that his
beloved realised he was trapped.
       “Harry...” The word carried a multitude of meanings; warning, desire,
reproach and the promise of retribution.
       “Oh no,” Harry smiled, keeping his tone light. “You still owe me,” he
added, shifting his hips slightly to rub their genitals together. The feeling
sent shock waves of pleasure through him and from the way that Voldemort’s
member twitched, bouncing as it began to rise, it felt good for the Dark Lord
as well. Harry had to force himself to focus. He slipped off the altar and
looked around. The entire room was magical and he just needed to reconfigure it
slightly. As Harry worked, he didn’t miss the way his beloved surreptitiously
tested his bonds but he was pleased when his mate made no other movements.
Voldemort could have undone them, the red eyed wizard was more than proficient
enough in wandless magic to do that, but it seemed as if he was testing the
limits of his movement and it showed that however slowly, the older wizard was
coming to think of them as equal.
       It didn’t take long before Harry felt everything was ready. The Dark
Lord was still laid out before him but he was positioned such that Harry could
pleasure them both. He allowed his green eyes to meet Voldemort’s red in a
silent request for permission. Just as his mate had never truly forced him,
Harry would not continue if his beloved did not want this. He saw the silence
assent and didn’t hesitate, swooping down to share a long kiss. When Harry drew
back he licked his lips, making sure his beloved was watching him. Harry wanted
Voldemort to see how much this meant to him and how good it felt. He flicked
his wand through several charms and watched in fascination as the Dark Lord’s
attention turned inward. Harry smiled, resisting the urge to laugh as he rubbed
his cock, keeping it firm. His hand was warm but soon his shaft would be buried
somewhere much warmer. All he had to do was prepare the way and slowly Harry
reached out, running his hand over Voldemort’s cock, rubbing his balls and
letting his fingertips tickle over the Dark Lord’s taint before he let his
forefinger trace around his beloved’s opening. 
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       It didn't take long before Harry felt everything was ready. The Dark
Lord was still laid out before him but he was positioned such that Harry could
pleasure them both. He allowed his green eyes to meet Voldemort’s red in a
silent request for permission. Just as his mate had never truly forced him,
Harry would not continue if his beloved did not want this. He saw the silence
assent and didn't hesitate, swooping down to share a long kiss. When Harry drew
back he licked his lips, making sure his beloved was watching him. Harry wanted
Voldemort to see how much this meant to him and how good it felt. He flicked
his wand through several charms and watched in fascination as the Dark Lord's
attention turned inward. Harry smiled, resisting the urge to laugh as he rubbed
his cock, keeping it firm. His hand was warm but soon his shaft would be buried
somewhere much warmer. All he had to do was prepare the way and slowly Harry
reached out, running his hand over Voldemort's cock, rubbing his balls and
letting his fingertips tickle over the Dark Lord’s taint before he let his
forefinger trace around his beloved's opening. 
       Harry resisted the urge to lick. He wanted to taste but he also wanted
Voldemort to watch him, to see his expressions change as he discovered the Dark
Lord's body and his sensitive places. This was almost a game but one where
there was no loser because at the end they would both be sated and exhausted.
He traced around and then pushed just the tip of his fore finger into the
centre before drawing back and tracing the little circle again. Left circle,
poke, right circle, prod and with each poke his finger sank just that little
bit further, until his first joint disappeared inside easily and then the
second. Harry paused for a moment before pushing deeper, harder and wriggling
his finger. The gesture earned him a strangled gasp and he laughed, smiled at
Voldemort as he pulled his finger out to trace the tight opening again.
       This time though he poked with two fingers and after a few tentative
prods they popped inside. Harry could feel Voldemort working his sphincter and
he reached out his other hand, stroking his own cock before moving it to
massage the Dark Lord's balls. He kept his two fingers inside and began
wriggling them, scissoring back and forth to stretch out the tight tunnel.
Harry didn't allow himself to still, instead after playing his mates balls he
moved his hand, stroking the velvet soft cock, to encourage it to erection
before he let his hand tickle higher, trying to find sensitive spots. He
already knew most of those places that made Voldemort feel good, he'd licked
and kissed and nibbled them in the past, but there was always time to explore
for more. The fingers buried inside the Dark Lord he continued moving, pushing
in and out and twisting and turning. For the moment Harry avoided seeking out
that little bundle of nerves he knew had to be there. The green eyed wizard
wanted Voldemort to know that this felt good just as it was, without the
stimulation applied to sensitive nerve endings.
       Harry snorted to himself! Of course his lover knew it felt good! While
Harry was sure that Voldemort had slept with no one else but him for the last
22 years, before that, the man had used every skill he possessed, including his
beautiful body to seduce witches and wizards into his plans. But this was the
first time they had lain together this way and Harry was determined that he
show his beloved the same skill and attention Voldemort always used on him. His
hard cock though wanted to be buried deep, to be plunged into the tight warmth
of the Dark Lord now and Harry fought that urge. He appreciated so much more
now exactly how patient his beloved had been with him on that first night, and
how much torture it must have been. If Voldemort could do it, then so could he!
       Working slowly but surely Harry was soon plunging three fingers in and
out of his beloved and he locked green eyes on to red and deliberately probed
for that spot. He was rewarded with a gasp and the strangled sound of his own
name as Voldemort's member became fully erect and his skin flushed with his
desire. Harry laughed and pulled his Dark Lord close so that their erect cocks
rubbed against each other. It felt good and after a moment Harry ignored that
as he allowed himself to bend down to kiss his lover. Voldemort was hungry and
his kiss was aggressive. Harry didn't mind, fighting with his beloved's long
tongue was such a sweet battle, though one he was almost always destined to
lose and it wasn't long before his tongue was wrapped completely by his
beloveds. Harry pulled back then, not breaking contact until the last moment as
he went back to rubbing their shafts together. He pulled his fingers out of the
red eyed wizard before he plunged two back in, curling them to probe at the
bundle of nerves he had found earlier. Red eyes opened wide at the sensation
and Harry flicked his other hand through another wandless charm before he
allowed himself to pinch and flick his beloved's nipples. He had already cast
the charm for cleaning and lubrication and while he thought he had stretched
the older wizard enough he wanted to be sure, so a mild relaxant was not out of
place.
       Voldemort didn't seem to feel it and he thrashed slightly making the
chains rattle. He wanted to hold Harry to pull him close so that they could
feel each other's heartbeat. “Harry!” he managed to cry out as his mate
assaulted him in pleasurable waves those two probing fingers touching,
caressing him everywhere. “Now!” He added the demand. His reply was a throaty
laugh but his mate complied and the Dark Lord knew his eyes were clouded with
lust as he watched his mate move. Harry was careful, considerate but right at
the moment he didn't want considerate, he wanted Harry in him now! When the
black haired young wizard had flared his magic, pinning him to the altar, he
hadn't been sure. It wasn't that he had never been the bottom but it had been
years since he had been in the position he thought of as submissive. But as
Harry had moved, Voldemort realised he was wrong. With the others the bottom
may have been submissive, but with Harry, with the being who completed him,
nothing could be submissive. Harry made him whole and position did not matter,
it was all an expression of desire, of lust and of love and once he realised
that, he needed Harry within him. He had taken the young wizard's body many
times, but he had never allowed himself to be completed in the same way.
       Harry paused with the tip of his cock resting at Voldemort's entrance.
Slowly the younger wizard bent over, still holding his position but moving his
hands over the Dark Lord's sensitive body, brushing his skin as he reached out
to take the chained hands in his own. Voldemort squeezed his hands, giving
permission and very slowly Harry pushed forward. It almost felt like he popped
in and as the ring of muscles tightened around him Harry stilled, letting his
beloved become accustomed to the sensation. After a few moments he began
pushing forward before pausing again, this time fully penetrating his beloved.
       Voldemort's head was thrown back and he was breathing hard. His eyes
were opened wide as he stared at the wall. It was almost too much feeling and
from the way Harry was resting on his chest his own breathing heavy, the Dark
Lord assumed the feeling was mutual. That was what made him move, releasing
Harry's hands and lifting his arms and legs to wrap them around the smaller
wizard. Harry might have taken control of the magic, but it was never meant to
hold him against his will and with a blink, Voldemort focused, as much as he
could anyway, with the delicious feel of Harry impaling him, making him feel so
full and he apparated them into the familiar surroundings of their bed chamber.
       Landing on the bed caused Harry to shift within him and Voldemort cried
out, seeing stars. He'd seen many stars ploughing into Harry but this was
somehow different and his grip tightened on his mate. Harry blinked as he
became aware of the soft bed beneath him, and the warm limbs wrapped around him
possessively and he smiled. “This is much nicer,” he complimented his mate,
flexing his shoulders to put his hands down on either side of Voldemort's chest
so that he could rest his weight on his arms and look down. The Dark Lord
allowed his arms to loosen though his hands were tracing their way up and down
Harry's back but he refused to unlock his legs. Harry grinned, arching his back
which ground his hips into Voldemort's butt, as he leaned down to lap at the
Dark Lord's chest.
       He paid particular attention to each nipple, nibbling softly, tasting
and licking while he continued to grind his hips as much as he could. The legs
locked around him restricted his movement but he could feel on his tummy the
hard length of Voldemort’s shaft. He lifted one hand, squeezing his arm between
their bodies to stroke it. The soft sensation caused the Dark Lord’s legs to
loosen and Harry took full advantage of that, putting his arm back down and
drawing his hips back fully. He pulled about half of his member from the warmth
of his beloved’s tight tunnel before plunging back in. Voldemort gasped and
Harry repeated the motion, pulling back slightly further this time.
       The feel was gorgeous; the slide of flesh against flesh, the slap of
skin to skin and the tight hot tunnel. Harry lowered himself so that he could
continue to nip and suck his beloved’s nipples as he rotated his hips through
circles that drove both their pleasure higher. Beneath his waving stomach, the
hardness of Voldemort’s velvet member pressed into both of them and it was
massaged, squeezed then released by his movements.
       It was heaven, hot and tight and the only warning that things were about
to change was when Voldemort gave a throaty laugh and embraced him, rolling
them together on their large bed. Harry ended up looking into red eyes, long
legs straddling him. Almost too quickly to see, the Dark Lord grabbed his
hands, and pushed them under his knees, pinning Harry to the bed. And then he
began to move rocking his hips like a swing. It was Harry’s turn to gasp and
lying on his back, his beloved had managed to settle that much further on to
his rock hard cock. The smile on Voldemort’s face showed that he was enjoying
this, and Harry didn’t just feel hot from sex but from the knowledge he was
loved beyond all others.
       After what seemed forever, Voldemort lifted himself up before dropping
back down and then for them both the motion in and out became all encompassing.
The Dark Lord’s cock swung with the movements but he made no move to touch it,
instead his red eyes closed and his brow creased in concentration. And then be
began moving faster, his muscles squeezing at Harry. The younger wizard’s
breath left him all at once at the assault of feeling. It wasn’t as if they had
never made love before. Harry couldn’t even remember the number of times he had
been writhing in pleasure, his body played by his beloved’s skilful hands, but
this was the first time he’d ever been in this position. And the heat and the
tightness and the movement were all too much. Harry couldn’t help it and
Voldemort seemed to anticipate it, driving himself down to completely engulf
every inch of Harry’s cock in his hot body as the younger wizard came,
screaming the Dark Lord’s name.
       Voldemort seemed to ignore his own erection as he leaned over Harry, his
smile truly pleased. “Oh yes, I do so love it when you scream my name,” he
whispered before rocking back. The movement freed Harry’s hands and he
immediately moved them to stroke at his beloved’s engorged member. Voldemort
began that little see-saw movement again which rubbed his cock through Harry’s
hands and it wasn’t long before the Dark Lord, groaned, crying out “Harry!” as
he shot a stream of pearl white semen on to Harry’s abdomen and chest.
       The moment froze in time before Voldemort leaned down, putting his arms
out as he looked at his mate. “I really do love you,” he murmured before
rolling down to lie carefully beside Harry. “Is anything different?” Voldemort
asked as he gathered his mate into his arms.
       “Different?”
       “You are essentially a cambion now. Is anything different?”
       “Ah,” Harry said as he understood the question. “Things look a bit
different. I can see energy,” he explained.
       “Hmm,” Voldemort didn’t seem too concerned. “We’ll leave it for a day or
so, then I’ll show you how to activate the potential for immortality,” he
mused.
       Harry yawned hugely. He might have slept well the night before but their
morning activities had fatigued him. "Do we have time for a nap?" He asked
seriously. It was the morning after Dumbledore's defeat, it was entirely
possible they both had to be somewhere.
       "We'll make time," Voldemort purred, waving his hand to clean them both
before he pulled the covers up. There would be a lot to do before he announced
his precious one as his equal, but if he couldn't have the time to fuck his
Harry into the mattress then what good was his accumulated power? The rest of
the world could wait for an hour... maybe two and the Dark Lord laughed,
settling his mate in his arms and nuzzling his hair, breathing deeply of the
familiar scent and allowing it to lull him to sleep.
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End: Consolidation
Chapter End Notes
     Woohoo... time to move into new territory, namely how Voldemort and
     Harry live together when they are conquering Europe and how their
     relationship develops over time.
     Hope everyone enjoys.
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       Voldemort gulped, savouring the flavour but holding Harry’s hips as his
mate came. Sometimes Harry bucked a little too hard, and his cock slipped out
of the warm moist cavern of his mouth and on today that wasn’t allowed. He
wanted to taste everything. When Harry stilled the Dark Lord pushed himself
upwards and was then pulled into a tight embrace. Harry kissed him, deepening
the contact almost immediately so that he could taste his own essence in the
red eyed wizard’s mouth.
       Through the kiss, the dark wizard chuckled when he felt his mate’s hands
reach out and stroke his already half aroused member into full erection. Harry
always seemed to know exactly what would give them both the most pleasure and
even after decades of intimacy Voldemort had no idea how he did that. Harry
remained endlessly fascinating for him, though his body was now like a
comfortable well played instrument, it was one he could not look passed. His
mate was the only one who could give him a sense of completion so right that it
took his breath away and Voldemort wondered how he could ever have doubted that
Harry was his only mate.
       He had though. Many years ago now, he had had fears and doubts and
questions that had driven him from their bed seeking answers. Harry flipped him
on to his back and straddled his hips. Voldemort’s cock was uplifted, and Harry
smiled, that happy little joyous one that made everything right with the world
before he lifted himself up and sank down, engulfing the Dark Lord’s velvet
pole into his hot body.
       As always the fit was tight, hot and perfect. Harry was moulded to him,
his muscles already working and Voldemort laughed in sheer happiness and at
himself as he remembered his doubt.
       It was night and he had been standing in a cemetery, trying to raise a
particularly elusive spirit. The spirit weren’t interested in being raised and
for the past few days, instead of helping Harry adjust to being a cambion, he
had been grave hopping, hoping to trap the spirit somewhere and finally get
some answers.
       And all this had come about when they had discovered that Neville
Longbottom, the fake prophecy child was not the son of the recently deceased
Frank Longbottom but had instead been fathered by some unknown incubus on Alice
Longbottom and was therefore a very young, fledgling cambion. Which meant that
Dumbledore’s fake prophecy might very well be true and that he, the Dark Lord
Voldemort had.... chosen the wrong mate.
       If Neville Longbottom was a cambion, like Voldemort was, it stood to
reason that supposed Prophecy Child was the one who was meant to complete him
and that Harry was the one that Dumbledore would have trained up to ‘vanquish’
him, probably when that old cambion had killed the Potter Heir and taken his
place. Voldemort would have gone to that battle expecting a mere wizard, he
would have gotten Dumbledore’s centuries of experience and if Albus had moved
fast enough, that would have been his defeat. That fake prophecy would then
have been true.
       Which was why he was here.... It felt good and right with Harry but he
had to know if his mate really was the black haired wizard.
       -Is this some wizarding ritual I don’t understand?-
       Voldemort recognised the hissing voice of a serpent and he turned
towards it to stare directly at a great basilisk, one he hadn’t seen for at
least 20 years. -Ritual?-
       -A ritual whereby you leave your mate scared and confused as he
undergoes a change in his very species while you are doing.... Well, I’m not
even sure what you are doing.- The great serpent had encircled the entire
cemetery and his head was now resting on the ground near the dark wizard.
       -What?- Voldemort managed to choke as he heard the words.
       -I like your mate,- the basilisk ignored his question. -He’s sensible,
he asks questions and he already knows the truth you seek.-
       -Go back!- the Dark Lord hissed. -My mate?- he questioned.
       The basilisk laughed but it was not amused. -Do you really think that
just because the other boy is immortal he was meant to be your mate? Do you
think the bonds are so weak that you would make a mistake?- Under the inner
eyelid, the great serpent’s eyes burned red and Voldemort suddenly felt massive
amounts of anger directed towards him.
       -What do you mean?-
       -I’m not sure I should tell you, but since your mate sent me to find
you....-
       -What? Harry knows you?-
       -Better than you, it would seem.-
       -Why didn’t he tell me?-
       -You never asked.-
       Voldemort dismissed that line of reasoning. He would get nowhere arguing
with the great serpent. He’d never asked, because he’d never known and for some
reason neither of them thought it important enough to mention it to him. It
didn’t matter. -What is this truth?-
       -It’s quite simple really but why should I relay words your mate will
repeat when you ask?- the basilisk hissed before it gave an odd lurch and
vanished. The Dark Lord recognised the activation of a port key and realising
that he really had no choice he apparated back to his stronghold.
       The sight that greeted him was one forever etched in his memory. Harry
looked magnificent simply standing in the middle of his throne room, his robes
draped around him perfectly. The other prophecy wizard was strapped to a
saltire cross, though his body was hanging mostly from the wrist restraints.
Harry looked over as he appeared but made no move towards Voldemort and the
Dark Lord realised, that while he had tried to deny his doubt, his mate had
felt the feeling. It would be up to him to come to Harry now.
       He took the steps necessary to close the distance and Harry made no move
to stop him when Voldemort reached out to cup his face. But there was also no
smile of welcome or soft acknowledgement of love. “Tell me?” the Dark Lord
whispered as his hand fell back to his side.
       Green eyes looked at him and he could see the pain reflected though
their depths. “Did you ever wonder why Dumbledore was so insistent on following
a prophecy he knew was fake?” Harry asked the question softly, turning away
slightly so that his eyes did not reflect their accusation.
       Now that, Voldemort realised, was a very good question. One he should
have asked. One he should know the answer to.
       “I wondered,” Harry continued. “When I reached out to kill him I
wondered why he was so docile, why didn’t he try to fight? But I knew it wasn’t
worth attempting to break his mind to find out. So I decided to ask Neville and
he has quite a story to tell.”
       Voldemort sat on the edge of the dais and began stroking Nagini when she
slithered close to him. After a long pause, he urged Harry to continue
speaking.
       “There was another prophecy, or maybe a vision. When he was a child, the
old man was told exactly how he was going to die. How would you feel, as a
cambion, being told that you were going to die by the hand of some mortal as
they took your immortality?” Harry didn’t pause for an answer. “And then
imagine being told how to stop it, being told that if your mate truly wished to
spend eternity with you, then it would be their hand that struck down your
greatest enemy.
       “You know, in many ways, I had no choice but to love you,” the younger
wizard seemingly changed the tract of the conversation. “You took part of my
soul, and so it could be said that I either learned to live with you or spend
the rest of my life feeling not quite complete and hollow. But while you might
have gone for the marriage first, you courted me before consummating it. Thirty
dates, thirty visits and various tokens of affection. I never did thank you for
killing those who hurt my Mum.”
       The Dark Lord remembered back. “They should have gone with the initial
purge,” he mused. “But power and position will grant some reprieve though in
the end they were too loyal to parts of my policies, without seeing the whole.”
       “It doesn’t matter, you killed them. And I never said thank you for
finding that potion, for not killing my parents, for giving me that plushie,
for any number of things you did in courting. I really had no choice but to
fall in love with you.”
       “So what about this one?” Voldemort gestured to Neville, who was
blinking groggily.
       “Ah this one, the fledgling cambion and not yet immortal, Neville
Longbottom,” Harry introduced him flamboyantly. “This one who Dumbledore
inflicted himself upon all his life, guiding, nurturing, fucking because the
old man believed him to be his mate, this one, who can’t stand the thought of a
man touching a man and who really doesn’t want anything to do with human
contact. What about this one?”
       Voldemort stared at the strung up wizard in shock. Abuse was nothing new
to him but the thought that Dumbledore had inflicted himself on this wizard was
unbelievable. The old man had been a manipulative, scheming bastard but he had
also been one of the defenders of Light. He usually took the time to make sure
those he manipulated wanted to do his bidding. Yet Harry was implying that this
boy had been forced into intimacy with the much older wizard.
       “He was five when Dumbledore first fucked him, telling him he’d come to
enjoy it because they were meant to be together,” Harry supplied the further
bit of information though there was a lilt in his voice that carried amusement.
It wasn’t towards the old man’s actions, it was towards the Dark Lord. If
anything Harry looked sad when he glanced at strung up Neville. “Not once has
he ever enjoyed it.”
       That was in stark contrast to their lovemaking. Except for the time in
the chamber, where Harry relived what he did to Dumbledore, the Dark Lord could
not remember a time that he had not laughed, that Harry had not smiled, that
they had not whispered endearments into the others ear when exhaustion finally
took them.
       “Are you beginning to understand?”
       The question caught him by surprise. Understand what?
       -I told you, you would have to explain,- the great basilisk’s voice
echoed through the hall.
       -Maybe,- Harry replied, turning his green eyes back to Voldemort.
       The Dark Lord was frowning, his brow crinkled in thought and his hands
just resting on his familiar serpent who was resting in his lap. Harry could
see he was grasping towards the edges of the idea but he wasn’t there yet. It
really was quite simple. Dumbledore had fucked up. Not that Harry was
complaining. The thought of sleeping with the old man made his skin crawl and
the thought of wanting to do it willingly actually made him sick. He’d have
never been accepted as an equal in that relationship.
       “So he lost because Neville didn’t want to spend eternity with him,”
Voldemort said slowly.
       Harry stared at his mate incredulously and then turned his huge eyes
towards the basilisk who stared back at him with equal surprise. And then they
both burst out laughing.
       “I was never his mate!” Neville shouted.
       Voldemort froze as the words penetrated his mind and he stared at Harry,
who now had one hand resting gently on the basilisk’s muzzle as he recovered.
Amused tears lit his sparkling eyes, his red lips quirked in laughter and his
tanned skin was perfect. He was beautiful, the Dark Lord realised, a man many
would want and that he had. And he was meant to be Dumbledore’s mate?
       “Never!” the word was hissed before he realised he’d spoken. “I would
never have given you up to that old man.”
       Harry smiled at him but made no move forward.
       “You are my mate, mine! And that will not change,” the Dark Lord
continued as all the pieces fell into place. In different circumstances Harry
would have been Dumbledore’s mate, and would have ripped out his heart to take
his immortality but Dumbledore had made the mistake. He had assumed that his
mate was the one with the chance to be immortal and he had focused his not
inconsiderable attention on the lad, leaving the Dark Lord free to court his
mate. He retained enough sense to gently slide Nagini off his lap before he
rose and took the strides necessary to engulf Harry in his arms.
       “So Dumbledore knew that the man who took his immortality should have
been the one he cherished?” Voldemort spoke into Harry’s thick mane of hair.
       “Yes.”
       “And he knew that you had chosen me?”
       “Yes.”
       “And he knew that he had made his greatest mistake?”
       “Yes.”
       “I should have thanked him before you killed him.”
       Harry snickered and snaked his arms around the Dark Lord, returning the
embrace. With that gesture, in his heart, Voldemort knew everything was back as
it should be and his doubt vanished as if it never had been. “So what about
Neville?” The other wizard’s eyes were watching them.
       “I have a few ideas,” Harry replied and the Dark Lord could not bring
himself to deny his mate.
      Oh and he had, just as the green eyed wizard did now and Voldemort gasped
as Harry did an odd little twist of his hips. His cock was still buried in his
mate’s deliciously tight hole but that twist rubbed it completely and made him
melt.
       “Do that again!” he urged and his reply was Harry’s laughter, even as he
twisted again, wringing a cry of ecstasy from the Dark Lord’s lips. How could
he have ever doubted that the man riding him was not his mate? Voldemort didn’t
know and as Harry began riding up and down again he reached his hands out to
his mates pommel, and stroked, teasing and caressing Harry’s solid shaft in
time with rocking up and down motions. It wasn’t long before they both came,
crying out the other’s name before Harry collapsed beside his beloved.
       “Happy 100th Birthday, Harry.”
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       “Do that again!” he urged and his reply was Harry’s laughter, even as he
twisted again, wringing a cry of ecstasy from the Dark Lord’s lips. How could
he have ever doubted that the man riding him was not his mate? Voldemort didn’t
know and as Harry began riding up and down again he reached his hands out to
his mates pommel, and stroked, teasing and caressing Harry’s solid shaft in
time with rocking up and down motions. It wasn’t long before they both came,
crying out the other’s name before Harry collapsed beside his beloved.
       “Happy 100th Birthday, Harry.”
       “I’m an old man!” Harry laughed.
       “Oh you are still a young whipper snapper,” the Dark Lord replied.
       “Then why am I sleeping with such an old man?”
       Voldemort pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning over to kiss the man
lying beside him. “Because no one else could ever satisfy you,” he said with a
smug grin.
       “Ah hem,” there was a discrete cough from the side. “If my Lords would
please get up, you both have a very full schedule today.”
       Harry sighed as he rolled over, accepting a soft robe from their
Seneschal, his youngest sister Celandine. She had been his body guard before
taking over the position, when age began being an issue. Though she still
trained the witches and wizards who served as their bodyguards and they knew
she was as sharp with her wand now as she had been when on active duty. Of all
their servants, she was the most trusted and many would say the most fearless.
She had seen them in various stages of copulation, from just beginning to the
end and had greeted any sight with an upraised eyebrow and the message she
needed to give them.
       “What is up first?” Harry asked as his beloved got up, conjuring a robe
and giving Harry a quick kiss before he walked out the door.
       “Happy Birthday Big Brother,” Celandine said, once Voldemort was gone,
quickly embracing him before she stepped back. “First you have breakfast with
the Western European Warden, then the Magimerican’s want to see you...”
       “Huh?” Harry interrupted. “What do they want?”
       “Nothing special this time, just general business. After that you have a
private lunch with the Dark Lord. Do try to eat and at least decide if the
teams should target Turkey or the Ukraine next. At two o’clock sharp you both
appear before the Wizengamot, after which there is family dinner. Get dressed
brother, I’ll see you later,” Celandine smiled as she backed away leaving Harry
to dress.
       Harry sighed as he padded out into the adjoining room. Celandine was one
of three living beings, apart from Harry and his beloved who were keyed into
the warding on their personal quarters, all other servants waited outside and
as his valet handed him several heavy robes, Harry realised it was going to be
a long time before lunch. He already missed his Dark Lord.
       As Harry dressed he thought about his appointments for today. Breakfast
should be easy. The Western European Warden, essentially the wizard, or witch,
who oversaw the day to day business of their territory in the name of the Twin
Lords, would probably update him on things in the former wizarding nations of
France, Spain and Portugal. And then he’d doubtless describe what celebrations
they had planned to mark his birthday. Inwardly Harry rolled his eyes. It was
his birthday, why were others, witches and wizards he did not know and would
never know celebrating? Still, he had learned that people liked to celebrate
and this was as good a reason as any, especially for the territory that had
been under their control the longest. Talking about the public celebrations and
parties would be easy. That meeting was fairly routine.
       The meeting with the Magimericans.... That should be more interesting.
It had taken a few years after the death of Dumbledore and the disappearance of
the supposed prophecy child, Neville Longbottom, but eventually the
International Wizarding Commission had had no choice but to acknowledge the
Lords Voldemort and Potter as the rulers of the United Kingdom. When that
happened, there were certain rights granted to Heads of State that Harry and
his beloved had insisted upon. The ability to apparate directly through
national and continental warding, with the appropriate recognition procedure
was one of them. Heads of State were expected to attend meetings, and still run
their countries, they couldn’t be stuck in transit.
       The Magimericans had been against it and to be fair, there had been an
incident in their territory, but that was seventy years back! And his Father
had been murdered.... what had they expected?
       Unbidden Harry remembered.
       It should have been routine! James Potter was visiting the United States
to meet his eldest daughter’s potential husband. It had turned into a nightmare
and Harry could still feel the ringing pain their entire family had felt when
their patriarch had died. He really didn’t remember apparating, but he did
remember giving his recognition codes to the transatlantic warding before he
appeared in his sister’s home.
       There was blood everywhere and Jasmine was crying over the body of their
Father. As a Potter, she should have died to save the Lord Potter but Harry
could see how their Father had pushed her back, protecting her against whatever
had attacked. Despite being the oldest, succussion wasn’t guaranteed to him but
it did give him certain responsibilities, and leading the hunt for the animals
responsible was one of them.
       “Jasmine, open your mind,” there was nothing gentle in the command of
his voice.
       His sister obeyed, raising tear filled eyes to meet his and Harry looked
deeply into her green orbs, so much like their Mothers as he searched for the
information he needed. In shock and grieving, Jasmine tried to help him,
pulling forward the images of the attackers so that he could examine them with
his light mental touch. After he’d gathered enough information, Harry gave his
sister a little mental caress, trying to comfort her as best as he could before
he stepped back. “Get him cleaned up,” he ordered, indicating towards their
Father’s body. “I’ll take us all home shortly.”
       Harry had apparated then but had paused the process with his body
completely energy as he sought out the presences he had felt in his sisters
mind. They hadn’t gotten very far and they were going to get no further. Harry
descended upon them like the wrath of god. He didn’t kill them, oh no, that was
far too kind for them and he didn’t immediately indulge his desire to cause
them pain. He maintained enough control to string them up, slamming them up
against the wall in a row before he began utilising his skills at Legilimency.
From the way they were dressed it was pretty obvious they were nothing more
than hired thugs and Harry was not about to kill them while their employer got
away.
       They had no mental shields to speak of and by the time Harry was
finished extracting every last bit of information they had, the thugs had no
minds left either. He let them drop, his blood boiling at what he had seen.
       It was then that the Magimerican Aurors found him. Harry snarled
blocking their attacks with a shield. “Lord Potter, stand down!” The command
was firm but Harry didn’t care and he flicked one hand through a spiral
conjuring a knife.
       “Lord Potter!” The Auror was insistent and in the distance Harry could
feel Hit Wizards apparating in and the Dark Lord’s mate was mildly impressed
with their response time. For the Aurors to have gotten here so quickly, they
had to have been scrambled from his initial apparition into the country.
       He turned to look over at the Magimerican Law Enforcement Wizards, not
bothering to hide any of his presence. “Do you know what these....” Harry
paused, he wasn’t entirely sure what to call them. “These never-do-wells have
done?” He asked.
       The one who had spoken shook his head.
       “Then I would suggest you leave them to me and save both our countries
the cost of tiresome legal proceedings when the demand for their extradition
comes in.”
       “I can’t do that, Lord Potter.”
       “Pity,” Harry murmured turning back towards the thugs. It was as he ran
his conjured knife lightly over the temple of one of the thugs when the one of
the Aurors tried a stunning spell against him. It splashed up against his
shield and Harry didn’t even bother to turn as the energy flared. “You do
realise that could be construed as an act of war?” He asked quietly. “That was
a definite attack upon one of the Heads of State of the United Kingdom by an
officially recognised branch of the United States Magical Government.”
       The young Auror who had fired fainted but even that did not alleviate
the burning pain in Harry’s heart and the rage consuming his mind. He flicked
the knife to his other hand, and repeated the cut on the other side of the
thugs face.
       “Lord Potter, you may have diplomatic immunity as one of the Heads of
State, but you are assaulting a member of the Magical Community here. I must
insist that you stand down!”
       “I will do no such thing. If this bothers you, leave. I have full
authority and permission from your Government to enter your territories. I
announced myself to the transatlantic wards and while your Government’s desire
to give me an appropriate escort is admirable, I am not here in my official
capacity. My visit is strictly for personal reasons.” Harry placed the tip of
his conjured knife in the crook of the thug’s neck and slowly traced upwards.
He felt every bump on the trachea but was careful not to break into the
wizard’s windpipe. Blood flowed freely around the wounds but perhaps the most
surreal thing was the silence. The Aurors had noticed that the men pinned to
the wall were making no sound.
       “Lord Potter, I will admit I am not fully familiar with the changes your
government has made in the United Kingdom and as such I am not familiar with
the rules you may be used too. But your continued assault on a member of the
magical community of this country is leaving me with little choice but to
forcibly remove your shield and take you into custody. I ask you one last time
to stand down.”
       Harry looked over at the man. “Commander, you have my respect, truly you
do,” he complimented the Magimerican Auror. The man really was doing his best
in what Harry admitted was a difficult situation, both for the magic involved
and the political problems he represented. “But I will not stand down.” To
emphasise his point he flicked his knife over and drove it deep into the thugs
shoulder, conjuring another knife as he turned back to the pinned thugs.
       “Stunning spells only!” the Auror Commander gave the order and Harry
flicked more energy towards his shield, reinforcing it as the magic splashed up
against him.
       He was pretty much finished here already since he had all the
information the thugs could give him. He knew who had ordered the hit on his
Father and the beginnings of a plan were forming in his mind. When he left
here, he would hit hard and fast, before the man who had ordered the hit even
knew it had succeeded. That man would know that they had killed James Potter,
but that knowledge would only be granted as they lay choking in a pool of their
own blood.
       “Second barrage on my mark!” Harry dimly heard the command and decided
to end it. He had other things to do and torturing the go betweens wasn’t it.
He cast one spell on the thugs and as the stunner spells hit his barrier, Harry
apparated, heading back to his Father’s body.
      Harry blinked, fastening the last of his robes. He never had found out if
those thugs had died. Perhaps he should ask the Magimerican’s today?
       “No controversial questions please, Brother. Not until after you get
back from visiting Jasmine,” Celandine recognised his look and was quick to
give him the warning.
       “But it’s my Birthday!” Harry objected. “Shouldn’t I get to have some
fun?” He asked with wide innocent eyes.
       “Have all the fun you want! Just not with the Magimerican Delegation,”
Celandine saw the smile on her brother’s face and quickly added further
qualifications. “And no missing any of your appointments!”
       “Oh! You are no fun,” Harry chided turning towards her. “I won’t miss
any appointment,” he said with sudden seriousness. “And thank you, littlest
sis, for the birthday greetings.”
       “You are welcome biggest brother,” Celandine smiled at him, accepting
Harry’s embrace. “Harry, if the Magimerican’s give you any grief, let me deal
with them,” she said forcefully. “I’ll make sure that they don’t get a private
appointment with you or Lord Voldemort for the next twenty years.”
       “That sounds tempting,” the Dark Lord’s rich voice mused from the side
and Harry smiled over at his beloved. He was dressed today in opulent carmine
red robes that highlighted his eyes. :Leaving me for a woman?: Voldemort teased
mentally, the words something he would never say aloud.
       Harry laughed and as his sister drew back he moved towards the older
wizard for a long kiss.
       “Your sister has made it quite impossible for me to detain you at
lunch,” Voldemort grumbled softly as they drew back from the other.
       “Oh?”
       “She’s scheduled the presentation of your birthday present for the
Wizengamot session.”
       Celandine said nothing. After twenty five years of being the Twin Lord’s
Seneschal she’d learnt a thing or two about how to make sure the two of them
went to appointments. She’d had too! Else they would never have gotten out of
bed. And while the two of them might have enjoyed a more active conquest of
their domain in the event that any broke away, she and the rest of the growing
empire would not. Scheduling was a god send and it was easier on the purse
strings too. War was far too expensive and why any nation with good sense
engaged in it, she did not know.
       When it became clear that the green and red eyes looking at her wanted
some sort of answer Celandine sighed. “I did give you both the whole day off
before my Brother visits Jasmine,” she said, offering a little carrot she had
not told them about yet.
       “You’re the best,” Harry complimented his sister already knowing what he
would be doing in a week’s time.
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The Forever Game
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       When it became clear that the green and red eyes looking at her wanted
some sort of answer Celandine sighed. “I did give you both the whole day off
before my Brother visits Jasmine,” she said, offering a little carrot she had
not told them about yet.
       “You’re the best,” Harry complimented his sister already knowing what he
would be doing in a week’s time.
       Voldemort grunted as Harry pounded into him with particularly hard
strokes. He should have asked Celandine for that day off after Harry had come
back from America. His mate had only ever been there once before, but from the
evidence that country made him angry, and his beloved being angry was not a
state the Dark Lord particularly enjoyed. He enjoyed Harry fucking him, as much
as he enjoyed driving into his beloved, just that in the times after his mate
returned from that country, all two of them, when Harry took him, it lacked the
tenderness they usually shared.
       With a growl Voldemort wrapped his arms around his mate, so that he
could roll them over to straddle Harry. He smothered the younger wizard’s flash
of anger by initiating a kiss before he sat up and began moving in long fluid
motions, waving mostly horizontally on Harry’s rock hard member deep inside
him. He leaned back, putting his hands on Harry’s knees for stability and
continued to move. Voldemort didn’t really understand what it was about his
mate that annoyed the Magimericans. It wasn’t like Harry had lead an army over
their borders on that one visit years back so the Dark Lord didn’t know why
they were so insistent on treating his mate like an invader, something that had
been particularly evident this time, on a visit to his sister that had been
announced and scheduled through all the correct diplomatic channels. On the
other hand, he had made it quite clear to the Magimerican Ambassadors that if
they in any way shape or form detained his Harry for anything, then it would
not be the Lord of Light leading the army over their border, it would be him,
the Lord of Dark.
       What were they expecting from that first time? His beloved’s Father had
been murdered and as far as Voldemort knew, Harry hadn’t even killed the ones
who did the deed. The green eyed wizard had saved his not inconsiderable wrath
for the man who ordered it. Yet the Magimerican’s still feared him, were still
stuck on the long ago event as if it was of some importance, when the events in
the Wizengamot were so much more dramatic. Voldemort continued moving, rippling
his body as he sought to calm his mate down, using flowing gentle movements to
pleasure them both as red eyes closed and he remembered.
       He’d only been half paying attention to the droning of the various
wizards and witches of the Wizengamot, though Voldemort had noted that Lucius
Malfoy was once again boring them with his pureblood supremacist propaganda.
The Dark Lord wished he could have suspended the session but while his mate had
apparated out suddenly for no apparent reason, that was not sufficient reason
to abandon the proceedings. He would have to thank Harry for coming up with a
method of ending the sometimes interminable proceedings for the future, though
from the mounting anger he could feel through their bond, the red eyed wizard
didn’t think Harry was off on some pleasure jaunt. Something important had
happened but his mate’s mind was blocked by his emotion and so Voldemort had no
idea what was transpiring outside of the Wizengamot chambers.
       It was about three hours after Harry had disappeared without warning
that he reappeared and the Dark Lord felt his eyes widen when they looked upon
his mate. He wasn’t the only one. Most of the Wizengamot turned to look at the
younger Lord, surprise clearly evident on their features. While the others may
be surprised at Harry’s ability to apparate in an area supposedly shielded
against it, Voldemort was surprised at Harry’s attire.
       Harry was dressed in his full battle robes, his aura flaring wildly
around him and the younger wizard made no move to dampen it. Most wizards had
never seen the Heir of the House Potter dressed this way. Voldemort had,
predominantly on the few times the two of them had decided to duel at full
power, which required the extra protection for them both. His mate looked
magnificent. Regal, strong, powerful, his eyes burned a fiery emerald green
with his anger and they seemed to shoot off little motes of power, much like
tiny Avada Kedravra spells. This was not a wizard many would want to mess with.
Harry wore a tight rune and armour reinforced body suit with a flowing
sleeveless, knee length jacket over it, belted at the waist with his sword
belt. Sturdy boots, fingerless gloves and a tight fitting hat completed his
apparel and left him fully able to use the variety of weapon strapped to his
body.
       Voldemort made no move as his mate strode to the main floor.
       “Your challenge is accepted, Lord Malfoy,” the words were hissed through
clenched teeth and what happened next was so fast that most missed the
movement. Malfoy certainly did and was left staring stupidly down at the sword
impaling him.
       Harry had not been merciful, he’d aimed for the blond’s stomach, not
slightly higher. “As the duly appointed representative of the House of Potter,
I accept the House of Malfoy’s declaration of war against us and all our lines
and issue our return declaration against the House of Malfoy and all its
lines.”
       As grey eyes widened even further at the words Harry continued. “It
therefore gives me great pleasure to inform the Head of the House of Malfoy of
his son’s unconditional surrender, his wife’s abscondion and return to the
protection of her maiden House and the abscission of all acknowledged related
Houses. The House of Potter is expecting the formal absolution of alliance from
the few remaining allies of the House of Malfoy to be delivered in writing
before the day ends.”
       Lucius coughed, spitting blood though he did not fall as Harry was still
holding him impaled. Burning green eyes narrowed, becoming almost soft as he
looked at the dying man. “Did you think we would not find out?” Harry asked
almost gently. “Did you think there would be no retribution? No justice?”
       “How?”
       Harry blinked at the question. So did most of the Wizengamot. No one
knew what was happening and the allies of the House of Malfoy looked fearful
and confused. The Dark Lord reached out to his beloved along their bond. No
matter what had happened, if this is what Harry wanted, then that is what would
be. Beneath his anger Harry felt his mate’s question and his acceptance of
Harry’s action and Voldemort got a very brief explanation of what had occurred.
It clarified the situation beautifully and the Dark Lord had to hold back a
chuckle at how completely the Potter Clan had striped the Malfoy’s of power in
the last two hours. Lucius was almost literally the entirety of his clan.
       “Those you hired remembered you,” Harry gave the terse explanation.
“Your assumption that they would have time to get away was erroneous,” he told
the dying wizard. “International Wards do not hinder the apparition of Heads of
State,” Harry leaned forward to whisper into Lucius’ ear.
       The words caused the wizard to gasp around the blood that was filling
his mouth and as he began to claw weakly at Harry’s arm, the younger wizard
stepped back and jerked his sword through a ninety degree twist before he
pulled it back with a slick slurping sound. Lucius crumpled, his blood flowing
freely over the ground and his breathing laboured. Blood dribbled from his
mouth.
       There were spells that might have saved him. Almost all of the Medi
witches and wizards of St Mungos could have done it but none were summoned and
none were likely to be summoned, least the wrath of the House of Potter be
visited upon the summoner. Those who were Malfoy allies knew that the time for
their alliance was over and as Harry had suggested they would be leaving the
Wizengamot to draw up those letters formally, even if there was nothing of the
House of Malfoy left to withdraw from.
       Harry watched, his eyes dispassionate as Lucius died. He knew it
wouldn’t bring back his Father, but perhaps it would give his grieving Mother
some comfort to know that Lucius had not escaped justice. He doubted it though.
Harry knew what it was like to love someone so completely they were your life
and he knew that his parents shared that kind of love. There was nothing that
would ease his Mother’s pain and grief, though she would learn to hide it from
the world. All his brothers and sisters were with her at the moment, giving
what comfort they could, protected by the shields of the Potter Manor that he
had personally reinforced. If the Malfoy’s had any allies they hadn’t
anticipated, his family would be protected.
       As the blond’s last breath gurgled in his throat, Harry looked into the
red eyes of his beloved, silently asking the question and Voldemort had nodded
before raising his voice to dismiss the Wizengamot for the day. There would be
questions and explanations but they could all come later, for now Harry needed
the comfort only his mate could give him.
      Harry had definitely been out of sorts that day and though now wasn’t as
bad, Voldemort could feel his mate was still frustrated and he gasped in
surprise as Harry sat up, wrapping his arms around Voldemort to hold him close
as he began grinding his hips through tight circles, thrusting upwards
powerfully. The friction on his cock from their bodies which were locked
tightly together combined with the pounding pressure against his sweet spot was
too much and the Dark Lord came, clinging to his beloved who did not slow his
motion at all.
       As the glow faded, Voldemort wrapped his arms around Harry, trying to
suppress the little gasps as each of Harry’s thrusts hit him again and again,
making him aroused again. He drove his body down to meet his beloved and
whispered in his ear. “Harry, my love, what is wrong?”
       “Nothing,” his mate’s voice was a snarl and Voldemort felt his eyes open
wide. Perhaps nothing overt had gone wrong with the trip but something was
definitely bothering his beloved.
       With a strength at odds with the satiation coursing through his system
the Dark Lord took control, pushing Harry back down to lie on his back. Harry
fought a little, bending his knees and rising slightly so that he could
continue to pound into Voldemort’s tight hole. It was a pleasurable battle and
one the Dark Lord could allow as he leaned back, pushing himself down to meet
every upward motion Harry made, allowing his muscles to massage his beloved’s
engorged cock. It didn’t take long, a couple of minutes of frenetic pounding
and delicious massage of the member within him before he felt Harry cum,
spurting powerfully.
       As Harry stilled, Voldemort sat back up, and began to move slowly,
sensuously, enticing Harry to become aroused again without even letting his
member exit his body. “Now, my love, tell me?” He asked, his voice a whisper,
the promise of more coating his tone.
       “The Magimerican’s didn’t send an escort,” Harry growled, placing his
hands on the Dark Lord’s hips to guide his movements. “They sent a whole bloody
battalion of Aurors.”
       Ah, that explained many things. A full battalion would have made it
almost impossible for Harry to have that quiet family time with his sister
Jasmine that Voldemort knew his beloved enjoyed. The Potter Clan was one of the
most tightly knit families he knew and that had never been more evident than at
James Potter’s funeral. It had been a surprise for Voldemort to see the entire
clan together, and if it had been surprising for him, he imagined it was
downright terrifying for some of the Wizengamot when they realised exactly how
futile Lucius’ actions had been. Seeing all sixteen Potter Children together,
from the youngest at five, Celandine to the newly appointed Lord Potter, Harry,
really drove home exactly which family was going to wield power for the next
few generations.
       “Oh my love,” Voldemort whispered gently, “they will fall in time.”
       Harry looked up at him. “It’s not them I’m interested in anymore,” he
said with a licentious smile and a deep throated laugh as he tightened his grip
on red eyed wizard’s hips. Harry flexed his buttocks which drove him up into
Voldemort’s warmth. The movement enticed a groan from the Dark Lord followed by
an answering laugh.
       “And exactly what has caught your fancy?” Voldemort asked, rocking his
hips in a small see sawing motion.
       Harry gasped unexpectedly deeply and Voldemort repeated the gesture,
earning him another gasp before his mate replied. “It seems I’ve developed a
fondness for the Dark Head of State of the European Conglomerate.”
       “Oh no! It’s said he’s merciless!” the Dark Lord teased, moving again.
       “I heard he is beautiful,” Harry retaliated, flexing his buttocks again,
enjoying the enveloping warmth around his cock.
       “He’s supposed to be brilliant.”
       “Intelligent.”
       “Cunning.”
       “Dedicated.”
       “Ardently loyal,” Voldemort said, laughing, “completely devoted to the
Lord of Light who rules beside him.”
       “Sounds nice,” Harry murmured, rolling them over so that he was standing
on the thick carpet at the edge of their bed. The younger wizard briefly
released his hold on the Dark Lord’s hips to reposition the legs that were
clasped around him before he tickled his fingers over the soft skin of
Voldemort’s chest and abdomen to once again hold the Dark Lord’s hips firmly.
       “Oh, it is.” Without warning Voldemort moved, pushing his arms into
their bed for support as he jerked himself upwards.
       Harry laughed and tightened his grip, answering the challenge with his
own movement. He began thrusting, pulling himself almost all the way out,
before he plunged back in. The Dark Lord was hot and tight around him and as
always felt like velvet and as Harry moved he couldn’t help but smile. Eighty
plus years of intimacy had not diminished his love of his mate. If anything his
feelings had grown and while both of them knew the best way to please the
other, they still teased and played and laughed. And Harry liked that best of
all.
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The Forever Game
Companion
       Harry laughed and tightened his grip, answering the challenge with his
own movement. He began thrusting, pulling himself almost all the way out,
before he plunged back in. The Dark Lord was hot and tight around him and as
always felt like velvet and as Harry moved he couldn’t help but smile. Eighty
plus years of intimacy had not diminished his love of his mate. If anything his
feelings had grown and while both of them knew the best way to please the
other, they still teased and played and laughed. And Harry liked that best of
all.
       “You know, if you are still feeling angry, we could go hunting
dissentients in your new present?”
       Harry laughed and then frowned. His beloved shouldn’t be thinking about
that when he was buried within him. The green eyed wizard altered the angle of
his thrusts slightly and was pleased when Voldemort’s red eyes opened wide,
reflecting the deep pleasure he was experiencing. The idea stuck though. For
his 100th Birthday his beloved had given him with the mostly subdued Poland as
a present and Harry hadn’t had a chance to visit it yet.
       He slowed his thrusts, moving in the way his beloved most enjoyed and
was pleased as the Dark Lord writhed beneath him making little mews and very
refined moans that were music to Harry. Voldemort always said he was
expressive, but when driven beyond conscious control with depth of feeling the
Dark Lord was equally expressive and Harry was patient enough to have seen it.
He released Voldemort’s hips and reached for his arms to pull his mate up to
meet him and after a little squirming, Harry’s hands were on his mate’s
buttocks, holding him in place while the other man was wrapped tight around him
in more ways than one. He leaned back slightly for balance and lifted the older
wizard, pulling him up half the length of his hard pole before letting him fall
back down.
       “Harry!” Voldemort gasped and the wizard in question smiled and repeated
the lift, this time slightly higher. The Dark Lord called him beautiful,
completely forgetting his own beauty and sometimes it was necessary to remind
him exactly how much Harry loved him. Though not tonight. Tonight Harry wanted
his mate to be an exhausted satiated mass of feeling and he quivered half from
his own pleasure, the slow in and out into his beloved’s hot tunnel was enough
to make him feel, and half from his anticipation of the Dark Lord’s revenge.
       “I think I’d like that,” Harry whispered into Voldemort’s ear and was
pleased when the only reply he got was a long pleasured groan as he paused in
the lifting to grind his hips, hitting his beloved’s sweet spot. He laughed and
kept moving, in and out and grind loving the way his mate shivered around him.
       Harry was still upset with the Magimerican’s but he could take that out
on the few rebels who always objected to the takeover of their country. There
were only a few places where they hadn’t had to put down some form of minor
rebellion, no matter how legitimately they had taken over. The muggles put the
disturbances down to terrorism and were well pleased when the events stopped.
Harry knew that not all Muggles were bad, but after a lot of thought he agreed
with his mate, while the wizarding world needed some integration with Muggle
society, it was best if they kept apart, taking magical children into their
world whenever their parents weren’t suitable. There were still muggles who
knew about magic, there were some parents who were shocked but supportive of
their children and those ties were enough. Those ties allowed them to keep up
to date on technology and to have placed wizards trained in some muggle
technologies in key positions so that the muggle world was still mostly
ignorant of its magical counterpart.
       Dissent to their rule usually lasted a few years while the country
adjusted but it always faded away when the witches and wizards not only saw but
experienced the advantages of being part of the European Conglomerate. Still a
few object lessons would probably not go astray and would help in subduing the
Ukraine which was officially next on their list.
       Harry smiled drawing Voldemort close for a kiss as he remembered
France’s outrage when they realised they had elected a pair of Poms as their
President! That remained one of their more ironic conquests. The French had not
been pleased but even after a recount, the vote was close but clear, they had
duly elected them as the President. The almost eternal war between the powers
on either side of the Channel had been won by the Brits and not via war, or
power or blood but conquered with democracy. Libérer la France had been popular
for a while but had faded off when they had proven themselves able governors.
And the best part was that the I.W.C. had been unable to do anything but watch.
       Spain and Portugal had been next but Harry and his mate hadn’t bothered
being elected, they’d merely bought them out. Both had debts and both were
happy for bail out that left them with some sense of national pride, even if it
meant becoming a member of a larger whole. And again the I.W.C. was left
gnashing its teeth. Italy had followed and Harry laughed as he remembered how
they had fallen.
       “Misters Fred and George Weasley are here to see you,” their Seneschal
of the time had announced from behind the safety of the closed bedroom door.
Voldemort and Harry shared a long sleepy look each telling the other the same
thing: I didn’t send for them.
       “If you didn’t?”
       “And I didn’t.”
       “Who did?” They had questioned together before getting up, conjuring
robes as they moved to the door.
       “What do they want?” Voldemort snarled, sitting down in the outer
chamber while Harry pottered around preparing some tea.
       “They indicated they had a proposal for you, my Lords,” the wizard
gulped, looking scared. The Twin Lords were fairly easy to work for, that was
true, providing you did not disturb them and he had a feeling he had disturbed
them.
       “What could two leading underworld figures have to propose to us?” Harry
mused.
       “I don’t care,” the Dark Lord snapped. “They can wait until after I have
my tea.”
       “They are waiting in the reception room. Nagini and Neville are with
them.”
       “Tell them we will be there shortly,” Harry said, yawning. “And tell
Neville to come back, I want his impressions.”
       Their Seneschal nodded and retreated as Harry carried a tray over to his
beloved, placing it on the small table between their chairs.
       “This had better be good,” Voldemort had grumbled as they waited for the
tea to steep.
       “Oh come on, it’s not like we were doing anything.”
       “That’s not the point. They should know better than to disturb us. If
this isn’t good, I’m going to take a great deal of pleasure in destroying the
entire family.”
       “That’s a bit extreme,” Harry objected.
       “It is not! They have been better survivors than most,” Voldemort
complimented them. “But I’ve wanted a reason since you were eight.”
       “What?” Harry was shocked. His beloved had wanted to destroy the
Weasley’s since he was eight?
       The Dark Lord laughed, the sound genuinely amused. “You don’t even
remember it do you? The little grass snake at your birthday? And the high
pitched screaming of that red haired brat tattling to all that you spoke to
it?”
       Harry’s green eyes opened wide, his mouth forming a perfect little ‘O’
as he remembered. That had been the first time he had talked to a snake but he
really didn’t remember all the rest of it. The screaming and the shrieks he
remembered but not what anyone had been saying. He poured their tea to cover
his confusion. “You can’t destroy them, not for that.”
       “Oh I know,” Voldemort sighed, accepting his cup from his beloved,
though he wanted nothing more than to drag his mate back into their bedroom and
fuck him stupid. He looked so cute confused. “But I can if this is not good,”
he grinned sipping at his tea.
       Neville chose that moment to slither in through one of the air vents
before he let himself up on to the arm rest of Harry’s chair, turning to look
at his Master. Most wizards thought it was hubris that lead Harry to name his
familiar serpent Neville, thinking it was some last gesture to celebrate his
defeat of Dumbledore’s prophecy child. Most wizards were wrong. Neville was the
name of his familiar because Neville was his familiar. The young cambion had
not had a happy human life, despite the hype and pomp and prestige attached to
his name and the transfiguration into a serpent had been a relief. He’d thrived
in his new life and Neville and Nagini got along well.... got along very well
in fact.
       Harry reached out and stroked Neville’s scaly head. -Are they here for
deceit?-
       -No, they genuinely have something to offer.-
       -Are they offended at being made to wait?- Voldemort asked.
       -No,- Neville shook his head, turning slightly to look into the Dark
Lord’s red eyes. -They seemed to expect it.-
       “Then I suppose we had better find out what they want,” Voldemort sighed
as he downed the last of his tea before rising.
       “I suppose we should.”
       The Weasley Twins did themselves what favour they could when they rose
and bowed, as Harry and Voldemort entered the room. The two Lords took their
seats and then gestured for the red haired wizards to make themselves
comfortable and the Weasley Twins were patient enough to wait until Harry
indicated they could talk before they launched into a very direct spiel, which
further promoted their cause.
       “We have a proposal for you.”
       “You do?” Harry questioned.
       One of them chuckled. “We take it our Lords had dismissed our family as
Dumbledore supporters?”
       “Well....”
       The twins smiled knowingly but there was nothing condescending in their
gesture, more acceptance, as if they had expected it. “Our Mum and Dad, yeah
they were big Dumbledore supporters. Our little brother and sister, them too.
Ginny’s still pining for her supposed love, the Boy-Who-Disappeared.”
       -She was nice to me,- Neville hissed from where he had crawled up on to
the couch behind Harry and Voldemort. -But even without that old codger
thinking I was his destined mate, there was no way in hell my Grandma and
Father would have let me marry her, no matter how many generations her blood
was pure for. The Weasley’s were just too poor.-
       -Why am I not surprised?- Harry asked his familiar, reaching up to
stroke one hand over Neville’s head and down his back. In their own way
Dumbledore and his followers had been as prejudiced as the most rabid of the
Death Eaters.
       “So if the rest of you aren’t Dumbledore supporters, who do you
support?” Voldemort asked his voice carefully pitched to be neutral, though
Harry could tell he was intrigued and somewhat amused by the wide eyed stare
they were receiving when Harry conversed with Neville.
       “Our eldest Brother supports whoever is paying him, which at the moment
is Gringotts. He’s one of their best curse breakers. Charlie, our next eldest
brother doesn’t care one whit for anything unless it has teeth, claws and
breaths fire, though he’d probably support you both since you increased funding
for the Dragon Preserves, which makes you akin to gods in his eyes. Percy is
some Ministry Clerk, and we.... Well, it might seem odd, but we wish to support
you.”
       “Why?” Harry was amused. He could tell the twins before him were keeping
themselves carefully controlled though from the way they were twitching it was
a strain. They were used to speaking together, probably switching mid-sentence
one to the other. “And relax, we don’t just kill wizards for bringing us a
proposal.”
       “Times of turmoil are good,” one twin began, visibly relaxing before the
other picked up the thread of the conversation.
       “For bringing in a quick profit.”
       “But if you really want to make.”
       “Money then stability is preferable.”
       “You can codify the bribes.”
       “Establish import routes and clients.”
       “Generally just have a stable income.”
       “I’m not sure I should be happy about that,” Harry managed to say with a
completely deadpan voice. He liked these two, they were fun and he was
regretting not getting more involved with them for the few years he was at
Hogwarts. They had supposedly been some sort of pranksters and he too had been
a prankster. They could have ruled the school, assuming they didn’t prank each
other into oblivion.
       “So, your proposal?” It was Voldemort who brought the conversation back
to its initial aim.
       “My Lords, you now control France.”
       “Spain and Portugal. It’s rudimentary to.”
       “See that you will be targeting one.”
       “Of the border countries next.”
       “We propose to conquer Italy for our Lords.”
       Harry shared a long glance with his beloved, opening his mind so that
they could exchange thoughts. Parselmouth would have been secure as well but
thought ensured absolutely no one could overhear. :Italy, the home of the
Mafia, both magical and muggle.:
       :Indeed,: Voldemort agreed. :It’s hard to separate the Magical Mafia
from the Ministry. They bring a very interesting proposal,: he admitted
grudgingly.
       “Would you conquer the underbelly or the officials as well?” Harry
asked.
       “Both,” the two red haired twins replied.
       “And what do you want in return?”
       Two identical grins surfaced. “Our proposal is the chance for us to
prove.”
       “To our Lords that we are loyal.”
       “And after we deliver Italy.”
       “More or less in one piece.”
       “We would appreciate just a smidgeon more.”
       “Leniency in the very unlikely chance.”
       “That some Auror is actually good enough.”
       “To get evidence against us.”
       :So they will get away with a few more crimes,: Harry summarised
mentally.
       :If they can deliver Italy, then that may be worth it. They can
effectively wage war where we can’t yet be exposed that way,: Voldemort mused.
:Besides, if they get out of hand in the future, I know all sorts of spells
that can be brought to bear.:
       Harry laughed. :Fine, I will accept, so that we can always say you never
agreed.:
       Mentally the Dark Lord caressed his mate. Harry might be a Lord of
Light, but he could be as crafty as any when he chose. He really was the true
mate of a Dark Lord.
       “Your proposal is acceptable,” Harry informed the Weasley twins, who
grinned. “When might we expect to take delivery of our new domain?”
       The red haired wizards shared a long look, much like they too were
engaging in a Legilmency discussion. “A couple of years at least, my Lord.”
       “We don’t expect them to go down easily.”
       “But they will go down.”
       “That is fine,” Harry reassured them. “We would not wish for the job to
be half done,” He added.
       “Neither would we, my Lords,” the Twins rose and bowed before being
escorted out by their Seneschal who reappeared on queue.
      What followed then was a blood bath in wizarding Italy the likes of which
was only rivalled by the subjugation of Switzerland twenty years later. And
that.... Harry shivered. That had made his beloved horny in a way that mere
taking over of a country never had. But for now, he had more than his memory to
attend to.
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       What followed then was a blood bath in wizarding Italy the likes of
which was only rivalled by the subjugation of Switzerland twenty years later.
And that.... Harry shivered. That had made his beloved horny in a way that mere
taking over of a country never had. But for now, he had more than his memory to
attend to.
       “Harry! Harry! Please!” Voldemort was gasping at the stimulation his
mate was giving him and Harry looked down to watch him.
       He was lying back on their bed, and the usually refined Dark Lord was
dishevelled and panting. His hair was sprawled wildly over the sheets and
almost looked how Harry’s was naturally. Red eyes were squeezed tightly shut
and his head was thrown back. Harry resisted the urge to bend down to ravage
his exposed throat. His lips were parted and Harry could see his tongue
extended slightly and his skin was flush. There were little marks covering him,
small and red from where Harry had pinched or nipped or clawed and he glistened
with little beads of sweat. Voldemort’s long hands, those graceful, gentle
white hands that Harry loved touching him were fisted on the bed, holding great
wads of sheet tightly. The Dark Lord’s cock, hard and heavy waved between them
bouncing in time with Harry’s thrusts leaking just a little precum and Harry
licked his lips as he looked slightly lower to see his beloved’s tight hole
stretched comfortably to accommodate his girth.
       The point of connection between them was glorious and Harry slowly
pulled himself back, pulling out all the way. He rested the tip of his hard
shaft just at his beloved’s opening before moving his hands to grip firmly at
the Dark Lord’s bucking hips. The older wizard objected to the withdrawal and
was desperately trying to get the filling heat of Harry’s hard cock back within
him. Slowly Harry pushed in, watching as every bit of his rock hard pole slide
inside so that he was resting flush against Voldemort’s buttocks. His balls
tightened as the hot, tight tunnel closed around him again and his mate
squeezed down. The long groan from the older wizard did nothing to diminish his
pleasure either and Harry smiled as he pulled back again, once again exiting
his beloved’s body.
       Harry reached one hand down to grip his cock, holding it on a slightly
different angle before he pushed back in. He stopped half way, Voldemort’s
sharp gasp enough to prove that his mate liked it and Harry drew back to
reposition and thrust in again. Every now and then he’d push in all the way and
pause for a moment, admiring the sight before he continued to plough into his
beloved, sometimes hitting that sweet spot, others just rubbing extra strongly
against the slick velvet walls.
       All the time there was a pleased smirk on his face as Harry listened to
his beloved cry out. The slight change in pitch warned Harry that his mate was
about to come and with a quick movement, he pulled out completely, sliding down
the side of their bed, his hands moving to Voldemort’s twitching shaft and he
wrapped his lips around it, sinking it deeply into his mouth.
       “Harry!” Voldemort screamed as he came, the change in penetration and
texture on his cock too much, to go from nothing to the all-encompassing moist
warmth of Harry’s mouth. He bucked hard but the younger wizard simply road the
movement, sucking down Voldemort’s cock as it spurted into him. Finally the
older wizard shivered, gasping as he stilled, and Harry licked at him, cleaning
every last drop of his arousal from his shaft as it softened.
       Harry moved them both back further on to their bed and lay beside
Voldemort, his hands stroking his own erection. After a moment he felt his
beloved reach out, pushing his hands away as the Dark Lord took over. It wasn’t
as if bringing Voldemort off had not been pleasurable for Harry and it was only
a short time later that he bucked, cumming hard into his beloved’s hands to lie
beside his mate, breathing heavily.
       Voldemort waved away the sticky mess, cleaning the sheets as he pulled
Harry close and settled down. “Are you feeling better?” He asked solicitously.
       “Much better,” Harry murmured, lethargy over taking him as his body
radiated pleasured comfort. “Though....”
       “I understand,” the Dark Lord whispered against his neck and Harry could
tell that his mate was also tired. “You won’t feel perfectly happy until they
bow before you.”
       “Hmm-mm,” Harry murmured turning to snuggle into Voldemort’s embrace as
sleep claimed him.
       When he awoke Harry saw his hunting gear laid out neatly over the arm
chair near the fire and he couldn’t help but smile. It appeared his mate wanted
to go hunting dissentients even more than he did. He stifled a chuckle when he
saw that his mate was waiting, fully clothed and ready. There was a glint in
the Dark Lord’s eye that Harry recognised, a glint he hadn’t seen for a few
years but remembered well. He’d seen it when the Dark Lord returned from
Switzerland, when he’d been insatiable in more ways than one and Harry
quivered, remembering the exceedingly gratifying reaming he had received as
part of their private victory celebrations. If hunting dissentients was going
to do this to his beloved, they would go hunting more often!
       Harry slid over the bed to get up and greet his mate with a proper kiss
good morning. Voldemort’s hands roamed over his naked body, touching, teasing
and gently probing at his butt but the Dark Lord didn’t take the invitation
Harry made with his kiss and as the younger wizard drew back he quivered in
anticipation. He was going to hurt tomorrow but it would so be worth it, much
like it had been when Switzerland fell. It had been their own fault. The
country had tried to claim neutrality while harbouring most of the dissentients
and refusing entrance into their borders wizards who were registered members of
their Empire.
       Voldemort saw Harry shake and smiled, his red eyes glowing as he watched
his mate dress. He didn’t bother hide the open admiration in his gaze. At 100
his mate was beautiful and truly immortal since he didn’t look a day over
twenty five, much like himself but the Dark Lord could see the slight stain on
Harry’s cheeks, and he knew that his mate was looking forward to the day’s
hunting and the nights activities just as much as he was.
       The Dark Lord had always known that hunting, fighting and bloodshed had
made him horny and had sometimes tortured special dissenters before coming to
their bed to screw his mate into the mattress. He had had no idea how much more
stimulated he would be when it was a country that fell beneath him.
       Voldemort remembered coming home, apparating over the miles directly
into their chambers to see his mate sleeping soundly, safely in their bed and
he hadn’t been able to hold back. He’d fallen on Harry directly trusting that
he’d cast the right charms to not hurt his mate but too aroused to consciously
check. His only rational thought was that it was good that they customarily
slept naked.
       Harry had been understandably startled when he’d awoken but the younger
wizard had melted into the Dark Lord’s touch and Voldemort retained enough
sense to at least minimally prepare his mate. He held Harry down as he kissed
him but allowed one hand to travel to the younger wizard’s tight little hole to
begin probing. There was nothing subtle or gentle about the movement and after
plunging one finger inside, the Dark Lord quickly added another and then a
third, stretching his beloved as fast as he could.
       The green eyed wizard had tried reaching for Voldemort to stimulate him
but found his hands slapped away and pinned to the mattress with a charm he
didn’t immediately recognise. Between hard, forceful kisses Harry looked at his
beloved and then laughed, realising that his mate needed to be in absolute
control. He’d then relaxed, rotating his hips to allow better access.
       Voldemort growled appreciatively and moved down to lick at Harry’s hole.
He licked all over the sensitive skin, burying his face in Harry’s cleft,
loving the musky smell and sweet taste and was well pleased when his mate began
squirming under him, trashing when the Dark Lord began plunging his long tongue
in and out. Voldemort reached one hand to Harry’s cock to begin to tease it,
while his other went to his own, reaching through his robes to stroke his
length forcefully.
       As soon as he was ready he spread Harry’s legs wide, pulling his hips up
to expose his wet hole and forcefully Voldemort put his cock at the well
slicked opening. The Dark Lord pushed against Harry’s butt, watching as his own
cock gave at little, bending slightly before he pulled back and pushed forward
again, harder this time. His cock bent a bit more before it popped through the
ring of muscle into Harry. Voldemort paused for a moment with just his cock
head inside his beloved. Harry smiled and clenched his muscles, tightening
himself as much as he could around his lover’s hard shaft before he relaxed
again. The Dark Lord wasted no further time and thrust powerfully, pushing as
far as he could into Harry’s hot tunnel. He was stopped with about half his
length engulfed by the heavenly heat and impatiently Voldemort thrust again,
gaining another inch or so of penetration but unable to get his entire engorged
member into his beloved’s well used hole.
       The red eyed wizard began thrusting, little movements, allowing half of
his cock to travel in and out. His hands were lifting Harry’s thighs, tilting
the younger wizard’s hips towards him as he pounded back and forth into the
warmth. Harry shook with the force of the intrusion, gasping and making little
cries as each thrust went a little deeper into his core but the Dark Lord
wasn’t satisfied. He wanted depth and after a few moments of harsh thrusting he
pulled back, dragging Harry with him as he sat on the bed. Voldemort lifted his
beloved easily, holding him spread eagled over his upraised cock, his back
resting against the older wizard’s chest.
       Voldemort let Harry fall and the room was filled with two cries as his
cock impaled the younger wizard and the force of the fall brought Harry hard
down upon his lover’s rigid shaft. Quickly the Dark Lord put his hands under
Harry’s thigh’s lifting him before letting him fall. Harry bounced slightly and
gasped as his lover kept lifting him up, pulling his cock almost all the way
out before allowing him to drop again, to be fully impaled on the Dark Lord’s
member.
       With each movement Harry grew aroused. His mate was demanding but
passionate and while there had been no words between them, the green eyed
wizard could feel the depth of desire coming from his mate. The Dark Lord
needed release but even in the midst of his almost mindless need, he had only
wanted one man and Harry grinned, squeezing down hard on the velvet steel pole
within him.
       He gave a startled little cry when Voldemort pushed him forward, pushing
him over on to his stomach with his hips raised into the air. Harry felt his
mate move so that the Dark Lord loomed over him standing on all four limbs with
his hands resting on the bed beside Harry’s chest. The new position allowed
Voldemort to pound into him at the best angle and Harry moaned, as he thrust
back. With each powerful insertion, the tip of his engorged cock rubbed against
the soft mattress.
       The Dark Lord bit into his neck as he slammed into Harry, dominating his
mate completely, though from the little moans and cries, the gasps and groans,
Harry was not complaining at the reaming he was receiving. Their bedchamber was
warm but Voldemort had not bothered undressing and so locked together as they
were, they looked like a writhing mass of black fabric on their bed. They
settled into a good rhythm and Harry was glad he wasn’t he only one breathing
heavily when his mate reared up, moving his hands to grip Harry’s wrists and
pulling the younger wizard up with him so that his upper body was horizontal,
proving the perfect angle for the Dark Lord to sink deep.
       “Yes, ride me!” Harry gasped as his arms were held firm and his lover
knelt behind him and proceeded to do just that. The Dark Lord slammed into his
mate, all skill and finesse with lovemaking forgotten in his need to claim his
beloved as his own. From his new position he didn’t pull as far back but he did
push as strongly in to Harry, attempting to drive deeper and deeper with every
plunge into his mate’s body. Finally Voldemort pulled Harry up further,
wrapping one of his arms around the younger wizard’s chest to hold him flush
against his body while his other hand went to Harry’s engorged member. The new
position meant that his cock was pressed all the way into Harry’s core and his
balls were against Harry’s thighs, with the green eyed wizard’s butt pressed
firmly against him.
       Voldemort stroked Harry’s member before he wrapped his large hand around
it, and began forcefully jerking it off in time with his small powerful jolts
upwards which kept his achingly hard shaft deep in Harry’s butt. Harry came,
spewing his seed over the bed, his voice crying out Voldemort’s name in
strangled gasping tones. It was too much and the Dark Lord bit into his mate’s
neck again, as the snug hole clamped around his length, becoming tighter with
Harry’s release and he too came, shooting his cum deep into Harry’s ass.
       With the hard demanding edge of his need diminished, Voldemort had
collapsed on to the bed, dragging Harry down with him because he wasn’t letting
his cock out of his mate just yet. They were both breathing heavily but the
instant he had recovered enough, the Dark Lord began a slow exploration of his
mate’s body, kissing every inch of Harry that he could reach as he prepared for
round two.
      Voldemort grinned as they apparated. That had been a very good evening
and he anticipated a similar one tonight, though he did wonder how much his
mate would be aroused by the sight and smell of conquest. He hung back slightly
when they arrived in Poland, allowing Harry to take the lead as he spoke to
their integration teams. As the Dark Lord, his job was to be the Left Hand, the
dispenser of punishment and other darker aspects of rulership and they liked to
extend the Right Hand, Harry, the Lord of Light forward in newly acquired
territory. And they did so now.
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       With the hard demanding edge of his need diminished, Voldemort had
collapsed on to the bed, dragging Harry down with him because he wasn’t letting
his cock out of his mate just yet. They were both breathing heavily but the
instant he had recovered enough, the Dark Lord began a slow exploration of his
mate’s body, kissing every inch of Harry as he prepared for round two.
      Voldemort grinned as they apparated. That had been a very good evening
and he anticipated a similar one tonight, though he did wonder how much his
mate would be aroused by the sight and smell of conquest. He hung back slightly
when they arrived in Poland, allowing Harry to take the lead as he spoke to
their integration teams. As the Dark Lord, his job was to be the Left Hand, the
dispenser of punishment and other darker aspects of rulership and they liked to
extend the Right Hand, Harry, the Lord of Light forward in newly acquired
territory. And they did so now.
       No matter how a country had fallen to them, the procedure was much the
same and after seventy years they were practiced at it. Most of the Governments
required a complete overhaul. The only area with a resemblance to their
previous independent wizarding nation was Denmark but they, seeing the
subjugation of their neighbours decided to try a new path. And when one of
Harry’s younger brothers, William Scott, had found love with their Princess
Belinde, it had been a relatively simple task to merge them into the growing
nation.
       As Harry began speaking with one of their combat specialists, getting
maps and details about the known pockets of resistance that still inhabited
Poland, Voldemort mused on a possible new interpretation of the prophecy. It
said that Harry completed him but perhaps it wasn’t Harry but Harry’s family.
While none, except Celandine had taken a combat role, the European
Conglomerate’s first family had provided invaluable assistance.
       They had yet to subdue Russia but Callum, Harry’s second brother had
married the Russian Confederate Leader’s Daughter years back which provided
them with valuable information about the true workings of that nation. Zinnia,
his fourth sister had married the German High Mage, which had helped reduce the
issues they may have encountered when Harry was fifty nine and the wizarding
nation of Germany had succumbed to them. Rohan, the fourth brother, was like
Callum, in that his marriage would be useful in the future. Voldemort had heard
somewhere that the Middle East confused the Muggles and their magical nations
were confusing to him, so any information source would not be ignored. And even
Charles, Harry’s fifth brother, when he had married a common Romanian Witch had
helped their cause, proving that they cared nothing for noble birth or absolute
blood purity so long as magical power rested in their line.
       Even those who had remained closer to home had done their part, tying
together their growing empire. Edmund had married Astoria Greengrass, Marigold
had married Draco Malfoy, though as part of the blond’s surrender the couple
had taken on a new surname, thus completing the obliteration of the House of
Malfoy. And Byrony had married Sirius Black in a marriage that had shocked both
her parents because of the age of her suitor. They were still married, and by
all reports were very happy, though at 122 Sirius was slowing down a little as
his grand and great grandchildren gambolled around him. Others of Harry’s large
family had not married into houses as grand, but in keeping touch with the
general feel of the people the contributions of Ewan, Calla, Bradley and Lucas,
Harry’s third brother, fifth sister, sixth and eighth brothers, could not be
underestimated. They held the common wizards and witches loyal.
       It meant nothing to the outside world but James Potter’s almost offhand
declaration, all those years ago in the Hogwart’s Hall, that the Potter’s found
their life mates had so far proven correct. In all of the marriages, there was
not even a public whiff of discontent which sometimes hid internal strife but
the Dark Lord saw many of Harry’s family, when they went for dinner with the
Potter’s and he could feel strife and they had very little. Which meant that
any watching magical media saw only that Harry’s extended family was happy,
which made many other witches and wizards in the empire desire the same peace
and helped to keep them in line.
       Voldemort nodded to himself, it was entirely probable that the prophecy
had not referred to Harry alone and he found a smirk gracing his features as he
watched Harry work but he was not given much time to admire his mate before he
was called into the discussion.
       Harry had the cutest little frown marring his features as he gestured
towards a map. “There is a pattern here,” he said, pointing out the way the
resistance was structured. “This is not the work of random rebels with some
misguided desire for freedom.”
       The Dark Lord looked at the map, his red eyes glittering as he studied
the positions. At first glance they did seem random but then he took in what
they were near. Every major water supply was marked with a red cross signifying
rebel activity, as were hospitals both Muggle and Magical. The few rather small
magical schools also had marks and Voldemort could see the pattern. The rebels
had conceded the Ministry buildings and other official structures but the
things that made day to day life, the things Harry and he needed to be
functioning well to show the advantages of being in the Empire, those the
rebels would fight for.
       From their positioning, size and likely facilities there were a few
which were potentially the Rebel Headquarters. Voldemort waved one hand to
focus his magic, duplicating the map and summoning it to him.
       “Make no move for the moment, Commander,” Harry ordered. “Consolidate
the territory we have and I’ll update you tomorrow about the status of these
Rebels,” the green eyed wizard added with a grin.
       Voldemort held one hand out to his mate. “Shall we go hunting?” He
asked.
       As Harry took the offered hand, aware that everyone in the room was
watching he smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I think we should,” he said archly for
the benefit of the witches and wizards observing. For the most part, these were
former German and Czech forces, with mixed nationality commanders but they
still deserved to see their Leaders happy and at their deadly best. And Poland
was his present and his mate did know how much he enjoyed a challenge.
       Unfortunately what followed was not much of a challenge as they chased
rebels from their positions. Most were home grown, misguided witches and
wizards who would have fought against whatever government they had, but as
Harry and his mate closed in on some of the last positions, the fighting became
heavier, more directed. They hadn’t taken over all the spots of rebels, just
those they judged to be the key places. Their judgement had been true and Harry
now found himself staring at a prisoner.
       The man appeared to be perfectly normal, though he was somewhat old,
about 90 with balding hair that was still brown. He had a slight paunch but the
evidence of a very active life was present in his still hard muscles. He
blended well, and was dressed like a Pol, spoke Polish like a Pol but his
English was laced with a thick American accent. And the instant Harry and
Voldemort had brushed up against his Occulmency shields they had identified
him. Not by name, but by purpose. This was a Magimerican War Advisor.
       “So much for sanctions,” Harry quipped. The Magimericans had had them
under sanctions for decades, not that it affected anything since the local
economy was more than strong enough to provide viable alternatives to
Magimerican imports.
       Voldemort’s eyes narrowed before he smiled. “He’s not here,” he
murmured, looking around the area. They were in one of the reservoirs, in a
space that was obviously used for monitoring and maintenance but there were
facilities here including an old sagging bed. The workers probably liked to
catch a kip when they could. It was an important feature. He was more than
happy to screw his mate anytime and anywhere but a mattress did make it more
comfortable for them both.
       Harry looked at him questioningly.
       “Two years back, the Magimerican’s put out a statement saying that they
were withdrawing from Europe and that their only official representation would
be the diplomats and those military bases. So he isn’t here.”
       -Do you think he’s the only one?- Harry switched to parselmouth as he
asked the question.
       -I doubt it, but even if he is they are going to have to try to rescue
him. They can’t allow us proof of their interference, especially not walking,
talking proof we can break and drag before the I.W.C..- While the prisoner
could not understand parseltongue, he more than understood the look the Dark
Lord directed towards him.
       -They probably know it was us hunting,- Harry murmured.
       -Oh, I hope so,- Voldemort replied before raising his wand and starting
to cast a whole host of charms. Harry began casting his own after a moment and
the two of them ringed the entire facility with a complex array of protections.
       The main charm was a P.P.W. – Primary Protection Ward – with a few
changes the Unspeakables had come up with. Anchoring into a person was the
first change and Harry tingled when his mate put the warding over him. The
warding had an effective area of approximately 20 metres and when it activated,
it operated on an area dispersement principle, extending out another 20 metres
and trapping anything in that radius. Harry detected the modifications for
entrapment and he smiled as he cast the return P.P.W. on his mate. Entrapment
meant that anyone apparating or even physically walking into the ward would be
ensnared, stunned, cloaked and stored until they were released. The most
important part of the ward happened within it. Apparition, portkey and other
forms of transport were blocked from entering, but not from exiting. There was
a reason this particular ward had taken the now Head of the Unspeakables
Hermione Granger, ten years to complete, just as there was a reason she was the
only living being to know it apart from her Lords.
       Her survival had been one of the few fights they had had. Voldemort had
wanted to kill the witch, arguing that the dead did not betray one’s confidence
but Harry had argued that in this case an oath of fealty would be sufficient.
He’d thrown in the promise that if she betrayed them he would personally
torture her for a year and a day and his beloved had backed down, allowing the
muggle born witch to live. It had been well worth it and the woman was loyal to
a fault. They had given her a purpose, a place and she had bent her not
inconsiderable intellect to their service. The charms she had developed weren’t
the only ones the Twin Lords cast as they reinforced their position but they
did provide a useful base.
       When they were finished Harry turned to Voldemort, “Not the end of the
hunt I envisaged,” he said with a little laugh.
       “Oh, I don’t know,” the Dark Lord responded archly, his gaze carrying
his lust.
       “Here?”
       “Why not?”
       Harry considered it for a few moments, looking at their prisoner. The
Magimerican was under several petrification charms so that he couldn’t do
himself harm and even if he wasn’t there were only three viable options for
getting his information. He wished veritaserum was still an option but that had
long ago lost its efficacy since some Asian Potion Master had concocted a brew
that made witches and wizards immune. That left two options regarding
Legilimency and one involving torture as the best ways of extracting
information from those trained to resist.
       They weren’t desperate for the information. The Yanks had no choice but
to come for their captured War Advisor but even so, torture would take too long
which left Legilimency. They could break down the wizard’s occlumency barriers
with a brute force attack. Unless the wizard had some skill of his own, that
would probably be the fastest but there was another method, one where the man
would break his own barriers, because he was so surprised. Physical stimulation
would also work as well but since that was just the opposite of torture it
would take too long.
       He examined the smooth mental barriers, they were probably not
consciously under the wizard’s control which meant he could not be surprised
into dropping them but the green eyed wizard realised he wasn’t meant to think
of that. “Do you think it will work?” He asked, letting his mate know with the
question that he knew this was a ruse to get him naked.
       “I don’t care,” Voldemort replied. His smile was indulgent as he closed
in on Harry.
       “No shredding garments!” Harry managed to squeak before his lips were
crushed to his mate’s hungry ones.
       “And no vanishing anything,” Voldemort agreed with the added proviso
after a moment, his voice amused. Who could forget the famous duel in Italy
when the Weasley twins had been called out in formal challenge? They’d answered
of course, it would have been impolite not to but then they’d won the duel by
vanishing the robes straight off their opponents, leaving them showing some
rather embarrassing undergarments. The seconds had been stripped completely and
no further challenges had been issued against them.
       The Dark Lord ran his long tongue over his lips as his hands tugged at
the belt holding Harry’s robes close to him. His mate reached out to fumble
with his belt and between gasping open mouthed kisses, stolen caresses and
forceful strokes they striped the other. Voldemort waved one hand summoning the
mattress and as he kissed his mate he tried not to shudder at how dirty it was.
He flicked another spell at it, cleaning the fabric before he pushed Harry down
on to it.
       Voldemort locked his mouth to his beloved’s, casting their usual charms
as he let one hand delve between Harry’s thighs, his fingers finding his
beloveds tight opening before he began tracing around and around with one
forefinger. Harry gasped, and moved his hands to the Dark Lord’s chest to rub
and squeeze his mate’s nipples, making them flush with blood. The younger
wizard laughed when the red eyed wizard’s hand tickled over his stomach and he
retaliated by embracing his mate, whispering his fingers over Voldemort’s back,
enticing a return chuckle
       As they continued playing with each other they could feel the rising
disbelief from the Magimerican that they could be doing this. In the middle of
a battle, they were enjoying the pleasures of the others body, completely
unconcerned about the warriors who were gathering to strike. Voldemort moaned
as he pushed his fingers into Harry’s body. This was not the end to the hunt
either had envisaged but this was more the half time break and he intended to
savour it before the real battle.
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Chapter End Notes
     Harry’s brothers and sisters and their ages when he’s 100.
     Jasmine Leana (97) Lives in America with her husband and their
     children
     Edmund Galen (96) Married Astoria Greengrass
     Marigold Aster (95) Married Draco Malfoy, and their name changed to
     Malter
     Callum Louis (93) Lives in Russia with the Daughter of the Russian
     Confederate’s leader
     Ewan Severus (91) Lives in UK with wife
     Bryony Rose (90) Married Sirius Black
     Zinnia Lily (88) lives in Germany, was the consort of the High Mage
     until Germany became a part of the Empire
     Rohan Jude (87) Lives in Middle East after marrying one of their
     Princess’
     Charles Benjamin (86) Lives in Romania with his wife
     Calla Iris (84) Lives in UK with husband Oberon Boot
     Bradley Logan (82) Lives in UK with his wife
     William Scott (80) Married Princess Belinde of Denmark
     Lucas Morgan (78) Lives in UK with wife, Hadria Bones
     Leilani Senna (77)
     Celandine Fern (75) Had a particularly close relationship with Harry
     growing up after the murder of their father made him the Lord Potter.
     She served as his Body Guard until she turned 50 and then as the
     Empires Seneschal though she still has a hand in their secret police
     and body guard training
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       As they continued playing with each other they could feel the rising
disbelief from the Magimerican that they could be doing this. In the middle of
a battle, they were enjoying the pleasures of the others body, completely
unconcerned about the warriors who were gathering to strike. Voldemort moaned
as he pushed his fingers into Harry’s body. This was not the end to the hunt
either had envisaged but this was more the half time break and he intended to
savour it before the real battle.
       From the way Harry was reacting, hunting had made him as aroused as
Voldemort could have hoped. His hands, which had been teasing his nipples were
now roaming all over his body, caressing all the spots he liked. The older
wizard retaliated by sending one hand straight to Harry’s shaft to stroke it
while his other continued working the tight little hole.
       “Oh, ho!” Harry laughed. “So that’s the way you want to play?” He moved
his hands to the Dark Lord’s cock and began stroking it.
       “You seem to like it,” Voldemort replied before he stifled his mate’s
response by taking his mouth, driving his tongue forward to taste and tease.
       Harry moaned his reply and began moving his hands faster. With his
attention distracted by the Magimerican he had not realised how aroused he had
been by the hunt but with his mate touching and teasing him, it had all come
back, reinforced. He wanted nothing more than to feel Voldemort within him and
Merlin help anyone who attacked them now.
       It appeared the Dark Lord shared his desire and Harry broke their kiss,
throwing his head back in an almost pained gasp when his mate paused before
stabbing upwards, driving three fingers into Harry’s tight tunnel. Voldemort
wanted his mate but he was also aware that they had to be quick and so he’d
cheated slightly, applying a light relaxation charm on his mate so that he
could stretch him faster. Harry didn’t seem to mind as he moved his hips
driving himself deeper on to the red eyed wizards intruding fingers.
       “Hurry!” Harry entreated his mate and Voldemort felt his arousal spike
at the evocative voice.
       Harry was lying mostly on his back with the Dark Lord at his side. Their
clothes and weapons were strewn around the mattress. As soon as Voldemort was
ready he pushed himself to his knees and twisted around, spreading Harry’s legs
and placing the younger wizard’s feet on his shoulders. Harry helped, pushing
himself up by bracing his arms against the mattress. With a practiced move,
Voldemort moved one hand to his cock and nudged the tip into position while his
other gripped his mate’s hips.
       “Now, hurry!” Harry pleaded, his fingers digging into the mattress as he
tried to pull himself forward.
       Voldemort laughed. They had most of Europe under their control but he
could foresee that the two of them would go hunting together from now on. With
a slow thrust he pushed into the tight heat that was his mate. He paused once
he was all the way in, waiting for Harry to adjust.
       The younger wizard’s breath was coming in short gasps and despite not
being completely ready for his lover, it was not long before he was grinding
his ass against his mate. The Dark Lord took that as his prompt and began
moving, enjoying the velvet heat that was his beloved. Harry moved his legs,
pulling them back and bending his knees so that Voldemort could rest his hands
there, holding him firmly in place as he thrust in and out. Harry moved his own
hands to his nipples, rubbing the nubs of flesh gently.
       His mate was filling him and the friction was bliss. Every thrust into
him, Harry pushed back, crying out as each plunge stroked deep inside him, with
long sure motions. It was satisfying all by itself but it wasn’t enough and
Harry sat up, pushing Voldemort over on to his back as he straddled the older
wizard.
       “It’s my turn to ride you,” Harry said.
       “Oh?” Voldemort arched one eyebrow. “And this new position would have
nothing to do with the fact that this mattress is itchy?”
       Harry gave his mate his own quizzical look back, denying everything with
a soft smile before he leaned forward briefly and ran his hands over the
mattress from under the Dark Lord’s arms to as far back as Harry could reach.
Under his fingertips he transfigured the fabric into butter soft silk. The red
eyed wizard thanked him by resting his hands on Harry’s thighs and bucking up,
sending his mate bouncing up and down on the hard pole inside him.
       “Hey!” Harry growled but the Dark Lord didn’t reply and the green eyed
wizard had no choice but to gather himself and begin to ride the bucking waves
his lover was making.
       The Dark Lord moved, thrusting upwards into his mate and he grinned when
Harry began pushing back. He hadn’t been serious about the mattress but the
green eyed wizard’s reply had been so much a part of who he was that Voldemort
was hard pressed not to flip them over again and pin his mate down. Every
single time Harry did something like that, Voldemort felt the need to dominate
him. Though perhaps a part of that reaction came from the knowledge that Harry
would accept the Dark Lord’s reaming and then bide his time, striking when he
least expected it to leave Voldemort as nothing more than a quivering mass of
feeling in their bed. If the intoxication of sensation from that was not
enough, one glance at the smug, contented little smile that always graced
Harry’s features after that was always the last straw.
       Harry had just twined their fingers together when they felt it and even
in the midst of lovemaking red and green eyes snapped to their prisoner. The
man was still watching them. He had no choice with the petrification charms but
he had not felt it, the first probe of his rescue team against their warding.
“We have to hurry!” Harry gasped as he released his mate’s hands and fell
forward to support himself over the Dark Lord. He began rocking back and forth,
the motion sliding the member inside him into his core and his own cock
occasionally bumped into Voldemort’s stomach.
       Voldemort moved his hands to Harry’s hips, grasping his mate and holding
him still. The cry of denial that Harry made was delicious and he lifted his
head to kiss his mate. “Are you sure?” the red eyed wizard asked when they
parted.
       “Please!”
       “Are you sure?” The Dark Lord asked again.
       “Yes! Please, now!” Harry cried out flexing his body as much as he could
to entice his mate to move.
       “Well, since you ask so nicely,” Voldemort lifted his head to nuzzle
into Harry’s throat before he lay back down, making a few small moves as he
gathered himself.
       “Now!”
       With a laugh the Dark Lord began driving himself upwards as he loosened
his grip on Harry’s hips, allowing the younger wizard to move with him. Harry
drove himself back to meet Voldemort’s thrust and the two of them cried out in
unison. Harry was as beautifully tight as he always was, his body moulded
around the Dark Lord’s hard cock and Voldemort hammered into his beloved as
hard as could.
       “Yes!” Harry sobbed as he felt the intrusion, the member stroking his
sweet spot with every motion. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” It was almost a litany though as
they continued his voice changed as he begged his mate to go harder. As the
years had continued, the Dark Lord had noted that his mate had become less
inhibited and more willing to make noise as they made love. He still stifled
his screams, which made wringing them from Harry’s lips all the more
satisfying, though Voldemort knew he would not be able to hear that particular
treat here.
       The Dark Lord grinned at his mate but complied moving one hand to
Harry’s erection, stroking it hard as he pounded into the younger wizard. It
wasn’t long before Harry came splattering both their belly’s with his essence.
“Voldemort!” Harry muffled his cry as he kissed his mate. The scent of his
mate’s cum was heady and it triggered Voldemort’s release. He moved his hands
to Harry’s hips, pushing the green eyed wizard down on his cock as it twitched,
pumping his seed deep into his beloved. As he stilled, Voldemort licked his
lips and lifted his head to kiss his mate again, moving with Harry as the
younger wizard collapsed beside him.
       “I love you,” Harry’s whispered.
       And just as Harry would not scream his pleasure unless they were in
their private chambers, Voldemort would not admit his love unless they were
alone but his hands were gentle as they stroked Harry languorously. The glow of
their release faded slowly and he gave the younger wizard a mental caress,
letting Harry feel his feelings through their bond, as he slipped his cock free
of the confines of the younger wizard’s tight body.
       Harry breathed deeply as his heart beat slowed. From where he lay he
could hear his beloved’s heart beat also returning to normal and he savoured
the last lingering feeling of completion.
       “You know,” Voldemort said as he stretched languidly before sitting up,
“I don’t think I really care anymore.”
       “About what?” Harry said as he also rose and knelt behind his beloved,
his hands reaching out to untie the band of leather that was holding his
lover’s hair. There was a brief tingle on his skin when his mate cast their
usual cleaning charms before he continued.
       “About this,” the Dark Lord gestured towards the Magimerican who was
still kneeling in the centre of the room, petrified. “What does it matter?”
       Harry began running his fingers through Voldemort’s hair, roughly
combing it out, neatening it so that he could tie it back into a long tail at
the nap of his beloved’s neck. “Hmm, not much, I suppose,” he answered slowly,
green eyes intent.
       “Exactly. We already know the Magimerican’s are a psychotic bunch of
dud’s, too caught up in the failing strength of their muggle nation to really
see where power lies.”
       The younger wizard dipped his head, hiding his smile at Voldemort’s
words. At least some of them were for the benefit of their prisoner but his
mate, usually so refined and dignified could be unbelievably crass if the mood
took him. “They are here though, where they should not be,” he pointed out.
       “I know but even if we drag this one, and the others, with a full
confession signed in blood before the I.W.C., what will happen really?”
       As Harry pulled the leather tight, knotting it once before looping it
back around his mate’s tail of hair he nodded, not caring that his beloved
would not see the movement.
       “We might get an apology and we will definitely get the usual blather
about rouge agents and all it will really do is prove to the Magimerican’s that
we know they are duplicitous gits.”
       “So you want to leave him?” Harry asked as he rose to his feet, looking
around for his clothes. They were strewn around everywhere, mixed up with
Voldemort’s and he sighed softly. They definitely should have been a little
more careful about where they threw everything.
       The Dark Lord also rose and snickered as he saw the mess. “I didn’t say
that,” he said to his mate, picking up a boot that was Harry’s and tossing it
towards the matching one. His pants were around here somewhere.
       “Here,” Harry said throwing him a small bundle of garments. “So what do
you suggest?”
       “I suggest we let them have their man back,” the older wizard said as he
pulled on his clothes.
       “And?”
       “Why do you think there is an ‘and’?”
       Harry looked over at him, green eyes wide with exasperation. He had been
slowly collecting his weapons and strapping them back into position. “There is
always an ‘and’ with you,” He said, catching the smirk on his mate’s features.
       “You know me too well. Go and fetch your sister,” Voldemort said as he
conjured a chair and sat down, idly spinning his wand around his long fingers.
Once Harry picked up all of his weapons, he’d just summon the rest. They really
would need to put some identifying mark on them so they could be quickly
accio’d if Harry was going to come hunting more often.
       “Which one?”
       “Leilani. And tell her I have a test subject.”
       Harry raised one eyebrow. Leilani was the Head Researcher for the
Unspeakables and he thought he knew everything they were working on. Voldemort
chuckled. “You have your special projects, and I have mine,” he murmured
gesturing for his mate to go. Harry let his own snicker linger in the air as he
apparated. His mate was so correct. He did have a few special things he was
working on and a few charms the Dark Lord desperately wanted to know that were
his alone. They didn’t quite share everything because they both needed
something to remain their own.
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Chapter End Notes
     Harry’s Age and which countries they took over in that year
     29 - France
     40 - Spain and Portugal
     41 - Proposal for Italy
     44 - Belgium
     47 - Netherlands/Luxemburg
     53 - Austria
     57 - Italy delivered
     59 - Germany
     61 - Denmark
     62 – Switzerland
     66 - Slovakia
     70 - Hungary
     75 - Slovenia, Croatia, Serbia, Bosnia & Herzegovina
     77 - Hungary
     81 - Czech Republic
     86 - Romania
     89 - Kosovo, Albania, Macedonia
     93 - Bulgaria
     96 - Greece, Moldavia
     100 – Poland
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       Harry raised one eyebrow. Leilani was the Head Researcher for the
Unspeakables and he thought he knew everything they were working on. Voldemort
chuckled. “You have your special projects, and I have mine,” he murmured
gesturing for his mate to go. Harry let his own snicker linger in the air as he
apparated. His mate was so correct. He did have a few special things he was
working on and a few charms the Dark Lord desperately wanted to know that were
his alone. They didn’t quite share everything because they both needed
something to remain their own.
       It wasn’t long before Harry was apparating back with his sister Leilani
and a small mysterious box as his passenger. Harry was pleased with the
additions to the plan that he had made while Leilani was gathering what she
would need. By the time they were back, Jasmine should be close with her great
granddaughter and the young man he had visited the other day to approve as a
spouse.
       “My Lord, Brother, this is your test subject?” Leilani asked
immediately, ignoring the smell of sex that lingered in the air. Harry had
never hidden who his mate was from his siblings and once they were old enough
to understand about sex, it was no secret that he enjoyed a very active sex
life with his mate. They accepted this sort of thing as normal for their eldest
brother.
       Voldemort turned to her. He’d been casting little illusions into the air
as he worked on the design he wanted for the sigil he would use to mark his
gear to separate it from Harry’s. “It is.”
       “A Magimerican? I didn’t think they were meant to be here.”
       Harry laughed. “We thought the same, but here he is.”
       “Oh well,” Leilani said easily. “I guess it’s impossible to run an
experiment on someone who isn’t really here.”
       “Dreadfully difficult,” Voldemort agreed in a flat voice. “I do hope you
will forgive the imposition?”
       “Always, my Lord,” Harry’s second youngest sister said as she laid out
some instruments beside the small box.
       Over the decades Voldemort had become slightly easier to deal with. He’d
always been able to appear witty and charming and to tease in conversation when
the social situation demanded it but he was more comfortable giving absolute
orders and expecting them to be obeyed. As he’d interacted with Harry’s family
there were times when that wit and charm were not an act and of all the
families in the empire it was unsurprising that Harry’s was the most
comfortable with the Dark Lord. They could not get away with disobedience or
failure, no one could but of all the families, they knew the best how to deal
with their Dark Lord, no matter the situation.
       There was a probe on the wards and both Harry and Voldemort looked up.
“Keep working, my dear,” Voldemort instructed as there was a dull rumble
outside. “We will keep them off.”
       Leilani nodded as her eldest brother tossed her a portkey and began
drawing a proximity line around her. She was already within the protective
wards so if anything crossed that line, it would activate the port key. Harry
had learned from Neville the hells the Longbottom’s had been through with
kidnapping and he was not about to experience that himself so every Potter had
a specially designed emergency portkey not just carried on them, but somewhere
within them. There were not a lot of wards that could hold against their
internal portkeys either but all of that was not her job and with a determined
nod she turned back to the prisoner.
       Harry stood near the proximity line he’d cast for his sister, his
secondary wand held tight. “How long do you need?”
       “Not long,” Leilani replied.
       -They will need to believe they rescued him though,- Voldemort hissed
from where he was pacing.
       -Do you want me to do some damage to his shields?- Voldemort could
subtly slip into almost any mind if he chose, though Harry was the better
Legilmens when it came to pure brute force attacks on mental barriers.
       -It would add to the authenticity.-
       The green eyed wizard chuckled and locked his eyes to their prisoners
before slamming his mind into those smooth barriers. He wasn’t really
interested in penetrating them, more on inflicting damage so that when the
Magimerican’s examined their man’s shields they would think he had been
interrogated and that their shields had held. At the moment, Harry and his mate
didn’t have a formal plan for conquering the Magimericans. It was something
they had been intending to do later once they had all of Europe and at least
some of Asia, but if the Magimerican’s were going interfere then they needed to
be taught a lesson.
       “Ouch,” Harry grumbled. Even when you expected not to penetrate a mental
barrier, just hitting it did hurt.
       “Don’t be such a baby!” Leilani teased her brother from where she was
working.
       The rumble outside turned into a series of very sharp cracks. “And there
is their first attack,” Voldemort said looking upwards. The weir, like most
muggle structures was built solidly though it did shake with the force of
magic. The Dark Lord did not like helping muggles but within their territory
all structures, muggle or wizarding deemed ‘essential for life’ were
reinforced. That included Muggle dams and weirs. The water supply was an
essential and it was too easily sabotaged. This dam hadn’t been reinforced yet
but it would be soon as part of the normal schedule of events that accompanied
the addition of any country into their empire.
       Harry slammed his mental presence into the Magimerican a few more times,
making scratches and deep gouges on the shields. The damage looked impressive
which was really all he was aiming for.
       “Harry!” Voldemort snapped as the cracks became louder.
       The younger wizard turned his attention to his mate before he looked up.
Their wards were glowing with the force of the magic being used to attack. The
Magimerican’s might not know what wards had been put up but they were being
cautious. There really was only one way of breaking wards where you could not
access the anchoring stones, slam force into them.  And there were two types of
force, physical and magical. Since they couldn’t attack physically, they only
had one choice.
       Harry pushed his hands out, using the gesture as a focus for his magic
to reach out and reinforce the wards. Behind him Leilani moved to the prisoner,
holding the box towards him and flicking it open.
       “They’re smart,” the Dark Lord said with a little laugh. “They’re only
trying to bring down the apparition and portkey wards.” He pushed more energy
into the wards.
       Both Harry and Voldemort gritted their teeth as they kept reinforcing
the wards. The younger wizard did not know exactly how long Leilani needed but
he figured, the more time they could give her, the better. “It’s opening!” he
growled, somewhat in awe of the amount of energy the Magimericans were
expending. They must have pulled in some of their military wizards to help.
       There was a flickering from the side before another wizard appeared. The
Dark Lord was already moving, his wand pointed with deadly accuracy. “Avada
Kedrava!” The green curse flew true and the wizard fell to the ground with a
thud but not before he threw something. It flashed through the proximity ward.
       “No!” Leilani managed the denial before her portkey activated, whisking
her to safety.
       Harry patched the wards as the thing the wizard had thrown crashed into
the far wall and there was a crack. The two Lords glanced to it seeing a large
part of the wall vanish.
       “Impact portkeys!” Voldemort snarled recognising the damage.
       “Is it finished?” Harry asked his mate, jerking his head towards the
prisoner.
       The Dark Lord looked over to the petrified wizard before he flicked a
charm at the Magimerican. It was difficult to tell with the petrification charm
but it appeared as if the man’s eyes glazed and Voldemort smiled. “It is now,”
he announced before he turned his attention back to the warding, pushing his
energy out to merge with his mates as they held up the wards. “Shall we let
them have a daring rescue?”
       “I think we can hold out a bit longer,” Harry said with a smile. “We
wouldn’t want to make it too easy for them.”
       “I was thinking the same thing,” Voldemort said moving to stand beside
his mate.
       “You are going to have to explain what Leilani did at some stage.”
       “I will, but not quite yet,” the Dark Lord said as another broke through
the wards.
       “Reducto!” Harry’s charm hit the combat wizard before he could throw
anything and what was left of the Magimerican splattered against the walls. The
scent of blood filled the room. This time it was the Dark Lord who moved to
patch the hole in the wards.
       “How fast do you think they will clear the country once they get him?”
       Harry laughed. They had bodies, but as Voldemort had pointed out
earlier, it really wouldn’t matter what they showed the I.W.C.. It wouldn’t
even be worth their time and truthfully their interaction with that body had
been diminishing as time went on. “Fast enough that they won’t be worth
chasing,” he replied, licking his lips.
       “I was hoping you’d say that,” Voldemort replied, flicking his wand
towards the next intruder, while Harry took the other. Two more thrown portkeys
impacted into the wall.
       “I hope their aim gets better before they bring the whole thing down on
us!” Harry said, taking out another before they had time to throw their
portkey.
       Three more appeared and as Voldemort and Harry took out two, the third
threw their portkey at the prisoner with a decent aim. There was a pop in the
air as the other wizard vanished. An Avada Kedrava and a Reducto hit the third
intruder before he had a chance to activate his own portkey or to apparate.
       “Finally!” Voldemort growled, even as the assault on the wards
disappeared. The bodies disappeared an instant later and Harry flicked his wand
through a cleansing charm to clear the scent of blood from the air.
       “Wow, that was even faster than I thought!” Harry exclaimed, laughing as
he imagined how quickly the Yanks were now scrambling. “Ulp!” The startled cry
was cut short when his mate grabbed him, kissing him hard.
       There was nothing gentle about the Dark Lord’s desire and Harry opened
his mouth, letting his mates tongue explore freely as he ran his hands over
Voldemort’s body.
       Eventually they drew back from the other, panting. “Here, or home?”
Harry asked, breathing hard, his voice husky with passion.
       Voldemort cast his red eyes over to the lumpy mattress on the floor and
it decided him, “Home.”
       Harry chuckled, kissing his mate again before he stepped back and
apparated not letting Voldemort grab him again. The Dark Lord growled, flicking
his wand, summoning the tools Leilani had brought with her before he followed
his mate, the pop of his apparition echoing in the air as he disappeared.
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       Harry chuckled, kissing his mate again before he stepped back and
apparated not letting Voldemort grab him again. The Dark Lord growled, flicking
his wand, summoning the tools Leilani had brought with her before he followed
his mate, the pop of his apparition echoing in the air as he disappeared.
       Voldemort’s red eyes were burning with lust when he reappeared, already
shedding his outer robes and weapons. Harry was on the other side of the bed
doing the same thing and the Dark Lord’s smile was salacious. Death was
arousing and while he’d screwed his mate a few hours ago he wanted him again.
It appeared Harry shared his desire and the two of them met in the centre of
their bed. His need to dominate, the same need he’d felt when Switzerland fell,
rose as he kissed Harry but the younger wizard wasn’t as submissive today. The
battle had aroused his own needs and instead of becoming soft, pliant and
accepting under the Dark Lord’s hands, Harry’s body made his own demands. Even
as Voldemort growled at the challenge he smiled. He had never viewed Harry’s
submission to him as weakness, as many others might, he’d seen it as love, as a
part of the way Harry showed that he loved him and he’d always been careful to
make sure that his beautiful mate enjoyed being dominated. But this Harry, this
one who had surfaced a few times was different but also fun. This was his mate
who would take his pleasure as Voldemort took his and the Dark Lord truly
didn’t know which he liked more.
       Harry rolled them on their bed so that Voldemort was sitting at the edge
and he was on his knees on the floor, his mouth hard at work suckling his mate.
The Dark Lord quickly came to attention under his ministrations, but before he
could sink the now hard cock deeper into his mouth the green eyed wizard found
himself hauled back on to the bed to lie on his back by his laughing mate.
       “You are going to have to try harder if you want to trick me,” the words
were muttered before Voldemort pushed his cock back into the warmth of Harry’s
mouth as he bent down to suck his mates.
       The younger wizard smiled around the hard shaft in his mouth as he felt
his mate take his own, Voldemort’s long tongue already at work caressing him.
If this was the way his mate wanted it, then that’s what would happen. He
lifted his hands, running them over the Dark Lord’s flat stomach to hold his
hips as Harry pushed his head back, concentrating his attention on just the tip
of his mate’s hard cock. The musky scent was great and as he redoubled his
efforts, his tongue laving the sensitive head, the moan from the older wizard
was music to his ears.
       The position wasn’t good enough to get a lot of depth but Harry tried,
suppressing his gag reflex as he opened his mouth wide. Voldemort tasted good
and Harry licked and sucked and he moved his head up and down as much as he
could holding his lips firmly against the hard shaft. He moved his arms again,
bending them around the Dark Lord’s thighs so that one hand could kneed his
balls, gently mashing them up into his body and rubbing them together. The red
eyed wizard gasped as his mate pleasured him and for a long moment he was so
lost in the intensity of feeling that he missed Harry’s other hand as the
younger wizard’s fingers traced around his hole using the tickling motion to
cast the usual charms before he sank one finger inside.
       Voldemort didn’t miss that and he growled and tried to roll them over.
He was only half successful. Harry stopped them so that they were both lying on
their sides, sucking hard at each other’s engorged member. Voldemort wasted no
time in catching up but he didn’t use his fingers on his beloved’s anus,
instead he lifted his head, moving his hands to stroke Harry’s erect cock as he
let his tongue lick its way towards the younger wizard’s hole. As one hand
began rubbing Harry’s balls, he cast the same charms on his beloved before
sinking his snake like tongue in as far as he could.
       Harry was delicious and the Dark Lord pressed his face close, pulling
his tongue back briefly to savour the flavour before he thrust it back, driving
in deeper, wriggling it around and around. Harry cried out, gasping at the
feeling before he turned his attention back to the hard member in his mouth. He
kept working his fingers into his beloved, twisting his questing digit as much
as he could.
       They were both aroused, the excitement of the day’s hunt, the battle and
the promise of coming bloodshed singing through their bodies. Harry felt his
beloved’s cock twitch and drove his head forwards, opening his mouth as far as
he could to get as much of the hard shaft into it as he could. His hand on
Voldemort’s balls rubbed them together, coaxing them to spill forth their cream
and when the Dark Lord exploded he lapped his tongue all over the pulsing cock
in his mouth, drinking down the salty fluid.
       The taste and the smell set him off and even as he gulped the last few
drops, licking and sucking at his beloved’s member, Harry felt himself cum into
the red eyed wizards hands. Green eyes closed as Harry savoured the feeling,
continuing to suck lightly at Voldemort’s shaft. He tried not to think about
the pleasurable intrusion that was his mate’s tongue as it probed into his
butt.
       Voldemort smiled as he kept moving. His hands collected his mate’s cum
and were rubbing the sticky fluid gently into the younger wizard’s still hard
cock as he kept his tongue extended, poking deeply into his mate’s tight hole.
Decades ago he knew his mate would love his tongue and the younger wizard did.
The Dark Lord loved holding Harry down as he plunged the prehensile organ in as
deeply as he could, to rasp at the soft walls of his mate.
       Despite just having cum, he wanted his mate again and it appeared Harry
shared his desire and was already moving. Voldemort moved his arms, pushing the
younger wizard back down so that his long tongue could continue to penetrate
into his lover, stretching and teasing. His mate said nothing but Voldemort
felt it when Harry acquiesced to him and the Dark Lord mentally promised his
mate that he would soon be quivering in ecstasy. He didn’t know how he knew but
he also felt that the next hunting trip, his mate would not be as willing to
yield to his desires and Voldemort was looking forward to it. For now, he had
more interesting task on hand.... or rather on the tongue.
       The Dark Lord pushed Harry on to his back, spreading the younger
wizard’s legs wide as his tongue continued stimulating his beloved. The red
eyed wizard moved himself around, reaching up to stroke Harry’s firm stomach
and chest. Harry moaned as the Voldemort’s tongue writhed within him and the
instant Voldemort knew Harry was ready he pushed himself up and plunged his
hard cock into the core of his mate.
       Once in the Dark Lord stilled, moving to share a long slow kiss with his
mate. As they drew back, Voldemort looked at his mate with soft eyes and he
couldn’t help but smile at the younger wizard. Harry was so beautiful looking
up at him, his attention turned inwards to the intrusion of his mate’s hard
cock. “I love you,” the Dark Lord whispered, muzzling his face into the hollow
of Harry’s throat. Harry wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him close.
       “More,” Harry said and Voldemort laughed. He intended to give his mate
more, much, much more but encouragement was always welcomed.
       Lifting his head slightly, the Dark Lord took Harry’s lips again kissing
him firmly as he began moving, thrusting into the hot body. Eighty years of
intimacy and he still couldn’t get enough. Harry cried out with each movement
and the Dark Lord laughed again, deliberately varying his pace and the depth of
his strokes so that he could hear the different notes in his mates’ voice.
Voldemort rotated his hips, enjoying way Harry’s soft walls rubbed against him
and after a few moments he moved them, rolling their entwined bodies to the
edge of the bed.
       Briefly Voldemort pulled out of his mate, turning Harry over and pushing
him belly down over the edge of the bed. Before Harry’s hot tunnel could close,
the Dark Lord sheathed himself again, pushing in as deep as he could.
       “Ungh!” Harry moaned, holding himself steady as his mate began slamming
into him again, his balls slapping against the soft skin of Harry’s butt.
Harry’s hard shaft was driven into the soft mattress, the silken sheets rubbing
against his length.
       Voldemort licked at his mate’s neck as he pounded into his mate. He
stroked as much of Harry’s sensitive skin as he could as he leaned over to
nibble at Harry’s ear. “Scream for me,” the Dark Lord whispered. Harry had been
quiet earlier but they had not been alone. Now they were in the privacy of
their chambers, with its layers of privacy wards. It felt good to be buried
completely and with a contented sigh Voldemort paused with his member buried to
the hilt inside Harry’s tight body. Harry’s walls massaged him and Voldemort
smiled, pushing his hands under his mate to pull him up as he stood.
       Harry wrapped his legs backwards, his back arched. Voldemort’s arms
enveloped his mate’s chest, crushing the younger wizard to him as he bent his
knees and thrust upwards. The green eyed wizard’s cock bounced upwards with
each movement and the Dark Lord almost wished his tongue was a little longer,
so that he could stroke it, but from his position, he could only lick at
Harry’s little pink nipples.
       His mate moaned and gasped and Voldemort grinned, loving the noises
Harry was making as he drove deeply into the pliant body. The Dark Lord didn’t
hold them upright for long before he turned and allowed himself to fall back on
to their bed pulling Harry down with him so that the younger wizard lay on top
of him. Harry reached his hands down, stroking what he could of the Dark Lord’s
skin as his mate released his grip, moving one hand to allow his fingertips to
rub one of Harry’s nipples as the other travelled lower to wrap around Harry’s
hard cock to stroke it. Voldemort’s tongue kept working on the other nipple
       The Dark Lord kept thrusting his hips, driving his cock upwards into
Harry and every now and then he moved the hand stroking his beloved’s shaft to
Harry’s balls, squeezing and rubbing them in time with his plunges into his
mate’s hot core.
       “Ngh! So good!” Harry moaned as his nipples flushed with blood. His
throat was exposed as he tilted his head back over one of the Dark Lord’s
shoulders. He could feel his mate’s breath, hot on his skin.
       As Harry’s balls twitched Voldemort stilled his cock lodged deep in
Harry’s tight core and he shifted both hands to hold Harry’s hips so that he
could not move. “Tell me what you need?”
       “Nrah!” Harry cried out, his voice husky.
       “A nice answer,” the Dark Lord said, thrusting once and then stilling
again. “What do you need?”
       “More, please!”
       “More what?” the red eyed wizard teased, nibbling on his mate’s ear.
Harry tried to buck against his body but the Dark Lord tightened his grip,
holding his mate firmly. “Bad Harry!” he taunted. “What do you need?”
       “I need you,” Harry replied, almost sobbing with the depth of his need.
He was so close and the way the Dark Lord’s hard member was rubbing inside him,
touching the spot that made him see stars, was driving him insane. The worst
part of it was that he was sure the Dark Lord felt the same.
       Voldemort thrust again, his cock straining into his beloved. He wanted
nothing more than to hammer into Harry as he spilled his seed into tight
confines of his beloved’s body but he also wanted to hear his mate beg, to hear
him scream. He needed it. They had not been in any genuine danger today but the
need to feel his mate’s body around him, to hear the younger wizard’s voice
crying out in the throes of his passion, was strong. “Tell me what I need?” he
breathed the question into Harry’s ear.
       Harry groaned, the sound long and drawn out and he squeezed his muscles
down firmly on his lover. Voldemort’s arousal was hard within him, impaling him
and Harry concentrated on the way he was stretched tight around his lover’s
girth. Harry could feel that his mate was close but was holding himself back
needing to hear something from Harry.
       “Tell me what I need?” Voldemort asked again before he let his tongue
extend, moving it to lick at Harry’s lips.
       “You need me,” Harry said.
       The Dark Lord’s tongue drew back with a wet snap before he licked again
at Harry’s neck, letting one hand move to the younger wizard’s straining cock.
“Very good. Now say my name,” Voldemort instructed, pumping his mate’s hard
member and he began moving again, plunging into the tight body.
       “Voldemort!” Harry gasped and Voldemort squeezed his mate’s cock gently,
applying more pressure as he stroked it.
       “Louder,” he encouraged.
       “Ngh! VOLDEMORT!” Harry screamed as he came, the white jets of his cum
splattering heavily on to his belly. He felt so good, and his whole body
tingled. Harry didn’t even feel the pain in his shoulder when his mate bit him.
       The Dark Lord felt his mate’s silky walls contract on him, squeezing his
engorged length tightly and he couldn’t hold back. He thrust hard up into
Harry’s tight convulsing warmth as he came, emptying his seed into the younger
wizard’s welcoming depths. He bit into his mate’s shoulder to keep from crying
out Harry’s name as he thrust a few more times, feeling a glorious ecstasy as
Harry’s tight walls milked him completely.
       As the instant of release faded Voldemort rolled them over, and licked
at the small wound he had made. He pulled out of Harry with a slick wet noise,
loving the little moan his mate made. Harry squirmed on the sheets, rolling
over to face him so that they could kiss.
       “You are so good to me Harry,” Voldemort whispered and Harry smiled at
him.
       “Only because you are so good to me,” he replied.
       “Well then, I guess we will have to continue to be good to each other.”
       “Hmm, I can live with that,” Harry whispered, tickling one hand down to
cup his mate’s softening shaft and rubbing it gently.
       “Oh, you want more?” Voldemort asked, running one delicate finger over
Harry’s stomach, collecting his mate’s cum before he raised his fingers to his
mouth and licked at the sticky white fluid. “You taste so good,” he murmured
reaching down for another sample.
       Harry grabbed his mate’s hand and pulled Voldemort’s fingers into his
mouth to taste himself. “I do,” he agreed with a saucy little smile.
       Voldemort took a deep breath and as he shifted his mate in his arms he
cast a cleaning charm. “What do you want to do about the Magimericans?” He
asked, changing the subject. He wanted to continue fucking Harry but he needed
a break and they needed to discuss their plans.
 
      
***** Companion *****
The Forever Game
Companion
       Voldemort took a deep breath and as he shifted his mate in his arms he
cast a cleaning charm. “What do you want to do about the Magimericans?” He
asked, changing the subject. He wanted to continue fucking Harry but he needed
a break and they needed to discuss their plans.
       “I think we need to go back to basics with them,” Harry said softly,
settling himself comfortably in the warmth of his mate’s arms.
       Voldemort looked almost quizzically at his mate. “What do you mean?”
       “The Yanks are on guard for us to attack, I’d almost wager that they are
expecting us to but that’s too easy. If we attack we give the rest of the
wizarding world an excuse to join together to fight us and any rebels we
haven’t found will heed that call as a rallying point.”
       “That is true,” the Dark Lord’s voice was disgusted.
       “So,” Harry said easily, “let’s go back to the basics. They pride
themselves on being a democratic nation, on following the will of the people;
all we have to do is show them that the will of the people lies with us.”
       The red eyed wizard laughed, the sound laced with ironic tone.
       “That’s why Dumbledore lost, and why the French fell,” Harry continued.
“He forgot the will of the people.”
       “No,” Voldemort interrupted his mate. “Dumbledore didn’t see how
precious you are,” he said, stifling another chuckle when Harry blushed. The
Dark Lord licked his lips, bending down to kiss Harry before the younger wizard
continued.
       “A mistake I’m sure he regretted.”
       “Probably not enough, but go on.”
       “Neither of us can be voted in,” Harry said, “since we weren’t born
there,” he added, rolling his eyes. “But we’ve worked though emissaries
before.”
       “You have a suggestion?”
       “Jasmine’s great grand-daughter is about to marry a nice young wizard.
He’s personable and reasonably good looking, with no firm opinion on anything
and comes from a well-respected wizarding family.”
       “It’s too obvious.”
       “Perhaps,” Harry agreed with a smile. “But what are they going to do to
stop it?” He asked raising one eyebrow with the question.
       Red eyes blinked as Voldemort considered the question, his attention
turning inwards. He was the expert on character assassination and he could see
how the young man could be discredited but he could also see methods of
countering everything. With the right political backing, the only real way of
stopping the right candidate would be an actual assassination and even that
could be turned in their favour if they played it right. The smile the Dark
Lord gave his mate was more than a little vicious. “I want to meet him.”
       “He’ll be here in the morning,” Harry said with a smirk.
       “Oh you cunning little....”
       “You expected something else?” Harry asked archly moving suddenly,
flipping over so that he was supporting himself on all fours above his mate who
was now lying on his back. The green eyed wizard lowered his head slightly to
kiss his mate. “You taste better,” he said, licking his lips as he drew back,
referring to their previous conversation before he continued on about the
Magimerican's as if there had been no interruption. “Even if he fails, the
ideas will be planted in the people and the Magimerican’s were always fond of
the concept of equality, without the actuality. Let’s see what happens when
they know that the actuality is possible.”
       Voldemort laughed, lifting his head for another kiss. He tried to roll
them over again but Harry held firm.
       “No, no,” he murmured firmly. “Not this time,” Harry whispered further,
drawing back, his lips creasing in a sensual little smile. The green eyed
wizard lowered his body down so that he was resting on Voldemort’s chest before
stretching his arms out, lacing his fingers through his mates as he thrust his
hips forward to grind their cocks together.
       “Hmmm, you feel good,” Harry said happily as he thrust again before he
took Voldemort’s mouth, pushing his tongue forward to explore. The Dark Lord
moaned against him as Harry continued moving and continued to resist every
attempt to roll them over. The red eyed wizard had gotten his way earlier; it
was Harry’s turn now. It didn’t matter which position he was in, Harry enjoyed
making love with his mate but this time he wanted to set the pace. “What did
you do to the Magimerican?” Harry asked with a purr.
       His mate gasped. “Nothing special,” Voldemort said. “It was a tracker,
in the form of a little parasite.”
       “That seems a bit simple,” Harry said, rotating his hips through small
circles. “What else was there?”
       Voldemort gulped, trying to think clearly as his mate pushed against his
rapidly hardening prick. “It will harmonise with his bio-rhythms,” he managed
to say, “And after a year or so they won’t be able to detect it by any means
and if given the right signal, it will disable his magic.”
       “Ahaha!” Harry laughed. “I do like your toys!” He said moving to kiss
his mate. The charm the Dark Lord had cast on the wizard, just before the
Magimerican’s had managed to get him out was probably some sort of oblivate so
that the Yanks wouldn’t have an easy task of finding out. Harry moved one hand
down edging it under his mate so he could once again begin to stroke his
fingers into the Dark Lord’s tight hole. He swallowed Voldemort’s moans as he
leaned down for another kiss.
       Harry slipped one finger in easily after teasing the sensitive opening
for a few moments and he was pleased to feel the slickness of his earlier charm
was still present. He wriggled his finger as much as he could, using little
spiral motions to stretch out the Dark Lord.
       Voldemort bucked and Harry made a little noise as the movement bounced
their engorged members against each other’s. The pressure was a tight sweetness
stretching through them and Harry thrust again, feeling another wave of
pleasure echo through him.
       The green eyed wizard slipped a second finger inside his beloved as soon
as he was able and be began scissoring them against each other. With each
motion he plunged his fingers in and out. Harry licked his lips and nuzzled
into the Dark Lord’s throat, nipping the soft skin in between gentle licks.
Voldemort groaned and Harry took that as an invitation and plunged another
finger in. He pressed his fingers together, making a little pyramid shape as he
arrowed them in and out of the tight hot heat of his mate.
       “Harry!” Voldemort gasped.
       Harry chuckled, moving his other hand to spread the older wizard’s
thighs wide. Once Voldemort was spread, he moved his hand to his engorged prick
and stroked a few times. The warmth of his hand was the final stimulant and
Harry pulled his fingers out and quickly positioned his shaft at his mate’s
stretched opening. With a little jerk he pushed the tip of his cock in.
       “Harry! Now!” The Dark Lord entreated.
       “As you ask so politely,” Harry grinned and slowly pushed all the way
in. The green eyed wizard groaned. “You feel so good,” he muttered as he rested
in his beloved.
       Voldemort lay still beneath him, his red eyes wide as he adjusted to his
mate’s hard prick within him. After a few moments the Dark Lord nodded to Harry
and the younger wizard grinned as he began moving, plunging into the slick
passage that was his mate. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” Voldemort made little cries with
each thrust into him and Harry savoured his mate’s sounds of delight, changing
the angle of his thrusts as he played his mate.
       The Dark Lord was so tight. Harry loved the way that muscles tightened
and relaxed around him, his mate’s slippery walls providing a firm pressure.
Harry’s position, above his mate, pressed Voldemort’s rigid member between
their stomachs and his motion alternately compressed and released it.
       “Harry please!”
       Harry laughed as he felt a tremor of excitement pass through him at his
mate’s urging. He responded to it by pumping faster, rippling his body like a
wave tossing his mate beneath him. It felt good, better than good and Harry
breathed deeply concentrating on the smell and feel of his mate around him.
Harry kissed the Dark Lord, extending his tongue into the silken cavern,
tasting the sweetness of Voldemort.
       “Please!” the Dark Lord cried.
       “Anything you want,” Harry said joyously, thrusting hard, plunging into
the tight warmth, stroking at his mate’s sweet spot and slapping his balls
against the skin of his mate.
       “Ungh! Harry!” Voldemort cried out as he came, friction from his mate’s
movements pressed into him, pushing him over the edge.
       A moment later, Harry pounded into his mate, loving the way Voldemort
clamped around him, massaging his rock hard shaft and with his own shout he
came, spewing his seed into his beloved. Harry raised one hand to his mouth,
bringing a smear of his mates essence to his lips on one finger and he sucked
on it as he pulled back, pulling out from the Dark Lord with a soft squelch
before he rolled over to lie on his back next to his beloved. He concentrated
on breathing and tilted his head back, half closing his eyes. “I love you,”
Harry said.
       “I love you too,” Voldemort replied and the green eyed wizard could feel
the smile in the older wizard’s voice.
       “Forever?”
       “Forever and a day.”
       Harry rolled towards his beloved Dark Lord, waving one hand through the
cleaning spell his mate had cast earlier. He could feel from Voldemort the
contented sated glow of completion and he felt a similar satisfaction coursing
through him.
       -Forever and always,- Harry hissed, his voice slurring as sleep
encroached.
       -Forever and always,- Voldemort replied, tightening his arms around his
mate and pulling the silken covers around them.
       Harry smiled. Even half asleep, his body heavy with lethargy he never
felt as alive as he did when he was with his mate. It didn’t matter if they
were making love, or just together, the other wizard made him fee alive, truly
alive and Harry knew that he could not live without the feeling. It was an
addiction and it was an addiction his mate shared.
       Red and green eyes blinked sleepily at each other.
       -Forever and always.-
End: Companion      

     
 
***** Life Goes On *****
The Forever Game
Epilogue Life Goes On
       “Quiet!” Harry heard Jasmine hiss towards the young wizard, Ethan, who
was staring at the obvious wealth displayed by the Ministry chambers.
       “I thought you said your brother had simple tastes?” Ethan objected, his
voice thick with his accent.
       “He does,” Jasmine said easily. “But he also knows the importance of
appearance. I explained to you, before you met him that time when he visited,
the European Empire is run by two Lords, a Lord of Light and a Lord of Dark. My
brother is the Lord of Light, he oversees things like food production,
essential services and lays out the penal code. The Lord of Dark actually
enforces the code, chases the criminals and makes sure they are punished.”
       “I know but it still seems odd to me. Only two people have any real
power in this Empire,” the youth said.
       “It may seem odd, but it works. Even your country admits the system is
good. There is real equality between Muggleborn and Purebloods and a true
hierarchy of ability.” Harry could imagine the smile on his sister’s face.
       “It’s your country too now,” the other wizard said.
       “No,” Jasmine said. “It’s my husband’s country. This is still my home.”
His sister’s voice was firm.
       “I still don’t know why he wants to see me again.”
       “I don’t know either,” Jasmine said. “But Celandine’s message was very
certain. Harry wanted to see me and you, and while he might be my big brother,
he’s still the head of the House of Potter and when he calls, I come.”
       “So old fashioned.”
       Jasmine said nothing. Harry could almost see the expression on her face.
It said clearly that Ethan was young and that he would learn and Harry decided
that it was time to put in an appearance.
       “Jasmine,” Harry announced his presence, smiling at his sister as he
held out his arms to embrace her.
       “Harry!” Jasmine moved close. At ninety-seven she was still spry but
Harry could see age lines on her face.
       “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he whispered to her,
holding her tight. Voldemort and Harry had decided this morning that it would
be best if only Harry was present. Not for the young wizards comfort but for
the future, when any American Legilimens took a peak at the memory. Harry was
known to be the merciful one. The ploy would be obvious but the Yanks didn’t
need to know that it was Voldemort who would be planning the campaign. They’d
work it out in time, but not at first and that would be long enough for Ethan
to become established in the political circuit.
       “Any time,” Jasmine said warmly.
       “Sit, sit,” Harry invited and soon they were all sitting down around the
small table in Harry’s informal sitting room, cups of tea steaming in front of
them.
       “So, what did you want to see me for?” Jasmine asked, flicking her eyes
towards the younger wizard at her side to indicate she was perfectly aware that
it was him they were really here for.
       “We went hunting the other day in Poland,” Harry began. “It’s a nice
country, beautiful scenery and the people are hard working.”
       “Yes, I heard that Lord Voldemort gave it to you for your birthday.”
       “Well, it was my 100th Birthday so I’m sure he wanted to give me
something nice,” Harry said nonchalantly.
       “No way! You’re one hundred?” Ethan burst out.
       Jasmine laughed, “Harry is my older brother.”
       “I know you said that but Amily has been telling me the Potter family
history so, when I saw him, I just assumed you had given the title to the
youngest brother.”
       “No, we gave it to Harry because even if he doesn’t like to admit it, he
was the best for it.”
       “There is no way he’s your older brother,” Ethan objected again. The
wizard Jasmine was calling her older brother looked no older than twenty five.
Sure there were charms, but there was nothing that did that.
       “I’m an immortal,” Harry said calmly.
       “That’s impossible.”
       Harry chuckled. “What makes you say that?”
       “Humans aren’t immortal.”
       “Why not? Vampires were once human and they are immortal.”
       “But you aren’t a vampire,” Ethan said, gesturing to the patch of
sunlight that was streaming into the room that Harry was sitting in.
       “I’m not but there are other ways of becoming immortal.”
       “It’s not important Ethan,” Jasmine said firmly. “It just is and I would
advise you not to think about it or to attempt to pursue immortality yourself.”
       “But....”
       “The method I used to become immortal is not something that is available
to all. It’s common knowledge within our Empire that Voldemort and myself are
immortal,” Harry said, his voice dry as if he was discussing the weather. “How
we became immortal is not a topic of discussion and is not something I will
ever tell you. And let me make this very clear, while I did approve you to
marry Amily that will not stop me from killing you in the event I find you
pursuing this topic. Do you understand?”
       Ethan swallowed hard, then nodded.
       “Good,” Harry said with a smile, as he reached out to pick up his cup
and sipped at his tea.
       After a few deep breaths where Harry watched the young American wizard
visibly calming himself, the young man looked over at him. “So,” he began his
voice a little unsteady but the word firm. “You wanted to see me?”
       “I did,” Harry said. “When I last visited you, you had no real idea of
what you wished to do with your life, did you?”
       “Not really and that was only a week ago so nothing much has changed.”
       Harry smiled, his eyes warm, as he placed his tea cup back on to the
table. “I think you might want to consider the benefits of a future in
politics.”
~x~x~x~
***** 500 Years Further *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The Forever Game
Epilogue 500 Years Further
       Harry shifted his focus from the sprawling metropolis around him to the
reflection in the window of his beloved. The Dark Lord was sleeping soundly in
their bed and Harry was wondering how he should wake up his mate since he’d
returned a few days early from the conference on Mars.  
       He was leaning towards, falling upon Voldemort to take him with all his
driving need and not allowing the Dark Lord a moment of thought in the
pleasurable friction but to fit the mood, Harry would have to move them to
their lower chamber, not this one which was all air and light. He needed his
mate, but he had not been gone long enough to feel mindless desire, so for now
he was just enjoying the view. Voldemort’s close presence enough to slack his
need.
       In the past, if asked about the future, Harry would never have envisaged
being where he was but as the centuries had turned, he and his mate had grown
and changed and adapted and had arrived at this place with the Dark Lord’s aim
mostly intact. Perhaps it was because they knew what they wanted, and had
centuries in which to plan that almost everything had come to pass.
       They had not had a war with the Muggles. There’d been fights and battles
but a full scale war had not come to pass which was perhaps the biggest
deviation from the future Voldemort had seen. A war with the muggles would have
been bloody and uncertain and its avoidance was Hermione’s last gift to them.
She’d worked out the way and years after her passing a number of highly
intelligent witches and wizards had argued the case with the Dark Lord, working
to convince him while Harry had arbitrated.
       They’d conquered wizarding Europe and some of the surrounds and had been
engaged in a drawn out political battle of will with the Magimerican’s when it
had become necessary to come out of hiding. Muggle technological advances had
meant that despite their best efforts, it had become impossible to keep their
existence, their places such as Diagon Alley hidden. And so Harry and Voldemort
had moved before the other magical nations, announcing themselves to the Muggle
Governments and ensuring that they were considered the sole rulers of all
magical creatures, human or otherwise. By then it had almost been the truth.
Europe was theirs, as was the Middle East, Russia and most of Africa. Some of
the former European Colonies such as Australia had been negotiating entry into
the Empire while Voldemort had been enthusiastically leading a more aggressive
policy against a few other places.
       It seemed odd but it worked. Hermione had postulated that in order to
co-exist with the Muggles, all magical creatures should essentially be
considered members of another world nation, no matter where they lived. That’s
what Harry and his mate suggested to the world and that’s what had eventually
been accepted, once it was made clear to the Muggles that while they might win
a war, it would be expensive. Every witch and wizard, every magical being,
vampire, werewolf, centaur, fairy, mermaid, acromantular, dragon, chimera,
sphinx, thestral.... it didn’t matter, they were all part of the magical nation
ruled over by the Twin Lords. In the end it came down to the simple fact that
they didn’t really want to rule the Muggles, just the Magicals and that’s what
they did. Any muggle born witch or wizard was automatically considered a
citizen of their nation just as any squib was a native of the nation they were
born in. Harry oversaw some of the programs to integrate both into their
societies.
       The Magimerican’s had complained and fought but in the end they had had
no choice but to accede. The Muggles would have destroyed them and no matter
how much they proclaimed to be a nation of freedom, you had to be alive to be
free. Harry still found it ironic and counted that victory as one of their
best, using the muggles to conquer.
       It had been fairly stable for a century or two though it did mean that
occasionally either Harry or Voldemort were called to visit the further parts
of the muggle settlements, Mars, Titan, Mercury, Io, usually to contain magical
folk who thought they could escape.
       That was why Harry had been on Mars. There had been an Assembly of
Nations and as the Lord of Light, he was far more diplomatic than his mate when
dealing with other nations. But as powerful as they had become, neither of them
could apparate over interplanetary distances, however Harry could and had
managed to appropriate an earlier shuttle and then apparate the instant it was
in range of Earth.
       And that’s how Harry had managed to get home a few days early and was
now left to contemplate the best way of waking up his Dark Lord. Harry grinned
as he decided to go for the subtle approach and he walked over to the bed,
shedding his outer robes as he clambered over soft mattress to lean over his
beloved and gently take his lips.
       Harry started slow, kissing his mate leisurely, licking and lipping him,
tasting everything. Red eyes blinked sleepily and Voldemort responded when he
awoke, bringing his hands up to hold Harry’s head as he deepened the kiss, his
long tongue extended.
       “Welcome back, beloved,” Voldemort murmured, before he moved, his arms
wrapping around Harry as he rolled them over so that he was the one looking
down.
       “Everything went as planned,” Harry replied smiling.
       Voldemort chuckled, licking his teeth. “Tell me later,” he growled
dropping his head to kiss Harry as he rocked his hips through a tight circle
which pushed their genitals together. “I missed you.”
       “Oh did you?” Harry asked archly.
       “Well, maybe I missed bits of you more than others.”
       Harry laughed and pushed upwards, letting his mate feel his growing
arousal. “Well, it just so happens I missed you too,” the green eyed wizard
crooned.
       Voldemort half closed his eyes as he looked down at his mate. They had
not made love but he had a contented smile on his lips as he bent down to share
another kiss with Harry. Five hundred years ago he had wrenched the words of
the prophecy out of that feeble woman’s mind. Five hundred years ago he had
been told he should seek his equal, and five hundred years ago he had
surrendered his heart to the young wizard beneath him. The Dark Lord drew a
deep breath, his smile growing as he studied the beautiful man beneath him.
       It was worth it.
       The adjustments to his plans, the power he had given his mate, the
realisation that he didn’t need to conquer the muggles so long as he ruled the
magicals.
       It was all worth it and the Dark Lord revelled in the feel of
contentment Harry gave him just by being. He knew what the sense of serenity
that grew inside him each time he made love to Harry was now, it was his mate’s
presence and influence upon him and without hesitation the Dark Lord dived into
it, secure in the knowledge that his mate would support him.
       -Forever and always, my equal companion,- Voldemort whispered.
       Harry smiled, opening his mind to link with his dark lover’s as he
wrapped his legs around his mate so that they truly could become one being. He
murmured his agreement with his beloved, his green eyes shining.
       -Forever and always. Only yours.-
~x~x~x~
Chapter End Notes
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