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****** Where Butterflies Never Die ******
by Ketakoshka
Summary
     Harry's living with Voldemort now, finding just how many pies
     Dumbledore has his grubby little fingers in. Harry of course, being
     the hero he is, will just have to stop him. And Voldemort as well as
     the infamaous Death will be happy to help. Where Butterflies Never
     Die by Broken Iris
***** Float on to the Painted Sky *****
Where Butterflies Never Die
(Sequel to Louder than Thunder)
Chapter 1: Float on to the Painted Sky
Harry sighs and grasps at the satin bed sheets pulling them over his head. He
sighs again louder this time, trying and failing to fall asleep. Finally, the
boy gives up, sliding out of the bed with a disgruntled look on his face. He
fumbles around for his glasses before remembering Tom had his vision corrected
upon coming to Riddle Manor.
He stumbles to his closet, wearing a pissed off expression when he finds that
Tom had indeed carried through with his threat and threw out most of his
clothes, saying that they were to plebian. "Whatever, bastard," Harry had
responded, earning himself a glare. Now he's got two sets of robes, a buttoned
down shirt, his converse and a pair of black skinny jeans. "Prick," he says,
throwing on his clothes and walking out of the room with a scowl set firmly on
his pale face.
In the dining room, he finds the Malfoy family and Snape sitting with the 'Dark
Lord'. 'Dark my ass,' Harry thinks, 'there's nothing dark about him.' He thinks
about what he just thought. 'Well he does kill people.'
'What are you thinking about?'
Harry of course jumps when he hears Voldemort's voice in his head. 'Will you
stop that?'
'No.'
'Bastard.'
'No need to bring up my lack of suitable father, Harry.'
'Yeah, yeah.'
Harry sits down, smiling at the crepes in front of him. 'So…'
'What?'
'What were you thinking about?'
'How not dark you are.'
'I do not catch the drift.'
'Normal dark lords and evildoers, or whatever they call themselves, don't let
their enemies live in the same house as them, as a guest.'
'Well, I'm not an ordinary dark lord, am I?'
'Nope. You're perfectly strange. Bellatrix.'
'Thank yo… what did you just call me?'
'Bellatrix. A.K.A. psychotically strange.'
'Cute.'
'I know!'
"Um…" Draco says trying to get my attention. "Harry, would you like to go to
Diagon Alley with Mum, Dad and me."
I look over at the blonde, a friendly smile curving up the corners of my mouth.
"Of course. Anything to get me out of here!"
The others laugh, even Severus. Since coming here, he and I have settled our
differences and he admitted that I am far different than James Potter. Draco
and I have become friends to fill the hole of finding that the people I had
always called my best friends weren't as they seemed. "Well, we're all going,"
Tom says, looking straight into my eyes and I find myself blushing.
To say that I don't find him charming and overall wonderful, would be a lie.
"Good. Under glamours for you, Tommy Boy, right?"
"Don't call me that." He growls at me.
"So, just Tommy then… Too bad I can't call you Chucky."
"Enough."
'Fine.'
'I will be wearing glamours if it eases your mind, Harry.'
'Thank you. I don't want anything to happen to you.'
'I know.' "We'll be leaving in ten."
***** Shattered Glass in Flower Beds *****
Chapter 2: Shattered Glass in Flower Beds
Harry runs out ahead of Draco, a wide grin plastered to his face. The alley is
crowded with creatures of various origin, making it hard for the group from
Riddle Manor to stay together. The two children use the basics of their
Quittage skills to slip through the crowd and into Flourish and Blotts. They
take off towards the back to the Dark Arts books and rifle through them,
looking for something interesting.
Harry, being the one with all of the luck, finds a book on almost as dark as
the Unforgivable curses. He tosses it at Draco who smiles and nods. They stride
up to the counter and pay without a hitch before walking back out to greet the
adults who have just caught up with the rambunctious duo.
"Harry!" The former golden boy stops dead in his tracks and turns to face the
Order members running over to him. "Where have you been?" Molly Weasley cries
before taking in his company. "Why are you with them? Do you know what happened
to your relatives? Did they kill them?"
He frowns at her, displeasure made well known as it drips from his voice. "I do
not care what happened to the Dursleys. Anything awful that happens to them is
well deserved. And as for your second question, Molly, I've been living with
them. Now if you excuse me, I have a few more things to do this morning."
He strides passed all of them, a smirk playing upon his lips. 'Damn that was
fun!'
Voldemort looks down at Harry and smiles when the younger pets Nagini. She
leans into the touch of her 'hatchling' and coils around him. Used to such
displays of affection from the snake to the teen, his mind is left to wander.
He thinks of how the boy came to love in Riddle Manor, how he killed the
muggles so alike the ones at his orphanage. And he thinks of how illogically
scared he was when Harry was dying.
Voldemort sits in a room, bare except for the lone Japanese style cushion in
the middle of the room where a crystal inlay in the shape of perfect circle
lays. Inside the symbol for the Deathly Hallows stands in pitch black. Despite
the allure of being the Master of Death, he knows he could never attain that
and so he doesn't look for the other two, having already had the Resurrection
Stone.
Suddenly, a feeling of immense hopelessness overwhelms him and he can think of
only one person. 'Potter?'
'Voldemort?' His voice is weak and soft.
'Why do you despair?' Voldemort asks, curiosity and fear creeping up in his
emotions.
'I do not despair. I am actually rather happy.'
'What do you mean? Why do you sound so weak if you are happy?'
'I'm dying, Tom.' Harry's manic laugh has Voldemort nearly shaking. 'Dumbledore
thought I was safe here but I'm not! My uncle has killed me! To think that he
was worried that you'd kill me. What a surprise will he find! I almost wish I
could have seen his face when he finds out what he's done!'
'Harry! Harry, stay with me!' the Dark Lord cries, sudden fear for no reason
flooding him and overwhelming any hatred he still carries for the boy. He
doesn't want the teen to die. 'Harry!' On impulse, he floods his magic across
their link, healing the boy with it. 'Please work, please work,' he chants as a
mantra to himself, directing all he can spare to his once enemy.
When Harry awakens, healed, Voldemort listens, too tired to do anything else.
He listens to Harry kill the muggles, seeing how similar they are and knowing
that Harry will need somewhere to go. 'Harry?'
'Hello, Tom.'
'Is it done?' he asks, when he can finally function again.
'Yeah. Come and get me.' And so he does.
Tom comes out of his thoughts to see, Harry asleep in Nagini's coils, a
peaceful look on his face that very few have seen. §Nagini,§ he hisses softly.
§Please untangle yourself from him. He needs to go to bed.§
§But-§
§You may slither into bed with him if you so wish.§
§Kay!§ She unravels herself and looks entently at the boy, wishing for his
warmth once again. §Tom…§
§Yes?§
§Do you intend to take a mate one day?§
§Perhaps, why?§
§I give you permission to mate with Harry.§
He stops and stares with her with disbelief. §Why would I do that?§
§Because he carries a part of you.§
§What? Are you saying that he's a horcrux?§
§Yes§ she says looking agitated.
§How?§
§Perhaps when you tried to kill his parents it happened, Tommy.§
§Don't call me that!§
§Harry, does.§
§I know that. That's a different thing though.§
§Admit it you love him.§
§Do not!§
§Tom Marvolo Riddle! You may lie, but you do not lie to me!§
§I know, Nagini. But… just don't tell him.§
§Why not?§
§Because, I'm scared.§
§The Dark Lord, scared?§
§I am. I'm afraid he won't return my feelings and he'll abandon us. It scares
me more than any other prospect before.§
§More than death?§
§More than death.§
§Then, wait. But don't wait to long.§
§I know. I know. Goodnight.§
§Night.§
Voldemort sighs and walks away, mind on the adolescent in the room down the
hall from his. 'How could it be that I never knew?' he thinks. 'A horcrux, my
horcrux, Harry. I'll never leave you, never.'
***** Holding Tides of Clarity *****
Chapter 3: Holding Tides of Clarity
Voldemort's POV
I scowl at the Death Eaters below my throne who kneel and hide their faces in
shame. Harry, cloaked and masked, stands beside me, green eyes glittering with
sadistic glee. Who would have thought the Light's former Golden Boy could be so
dark? Of course, no one outside of Severus, the Malfoys and myself know of
this. And even knowing what Harry did to those muggle relatives of his, it
still surprises me when I see the glint of obvious insanity within his avada
kadavra green pools.
§What do you think I should do to them?§ I whisper in parseltounge.
§Well,§ he murmurs, §I would kill them dead.§
I gape at him mentally. §Kill them dead?§
§Shut up. I sometimes say things without thinking.§
§Sometimes?§
§You know what? You have Death Eaters to punish! So stop making fun of me and
get to work, your royal Tommy-ness.§
I raise my eyebrow but don't comment. §So what should I do.§ He opens his mouth
to speak but I cut him off. §I'm not killing them. I need as many forces as I
can get, Harry.§
§I wasn't going to say that! Crucio them! Then give them a boring duty like
doing your paperwork. Where does that come from anyways?§
§I don't really know. It's not like we even need it.§
§You should outlaw it.§
§I'm not outlawing paperwork.§
§Then burn all of it that comes to you.§
§Harry.§
§Yes?§
§Shut up.§
§Fine.§
With the argument over, I turn my attention back to the cowering group. "I am
very disappointed in you all." They cower further ready to be punished,
especially when they see Harry's twisted smile grow. "None of you are allowed
on raids. You can't leave the manor until I see fit to allow you. And you'll be
temporary house elves." Harry hisses at me. "Better yet. You are below house
elves. They are allowed to boss you around." Harry raises his eyebrow
suggestively. "Go ahead."
"Crucio!" The spell drives the group into the ground, screaming in agony as the
teen's twisted, insanity tinged glee shows itself.
§Harry, enough.§ I whisper. He quits and looks back at me before sitting on the
ground next to my throne. I gape at him but don't say anything, making a mental
note to ask him why he did that later. "Now get out!"
Everyone, except the children of the Death Eaters whom I asked to stay earlier,
the Lestranges, the Malfoys and Severus, leave quickly, afraid of invoking my
wrath further. Draco gives my raven haired partner a thumbs up. Harry returns
it and runs down to glomp 'his' Draco. I smile, knowing it's only friendly and
not a danger to my future chance at claiming the teen as mine. "Hiya, Dragon!"
"Hello, Harry." The blonde pulls 'my' Harry's hood down and removes the mask,
black with green swirls curling their way across it.
"Potter!" the ones out of the loop cry.
"Hiya!" After a quick explanation and a pensive trip that causes even Bellatrix
to look queasy, everyone's up to speed and Harry's hyper and grinning
sadistically again. "Wasn't it beautiful?" he asks Bella who nods, still
looking a little green.
"I didn't know you had it in you," she says.
"Well," he says, voice growing cold, "they deserved it. But Dumbledore deserves
it more. That's why I wanted you to know who I am, Bella, and what I can do."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to help me drive the bastard insane."
She cackles. "I think I can help with that."
"I know you can," I say, turning to the children. "I want you to protect Harry
when he goes into Hogwarts again this year."
"Why?" they ask.
"Because I will not put it against Dumbledore to try something to get Harry to
turn back to the Light."
"Filthy creatures," he says, now staring at Rabastian. "You have very pretty
eyes."
"Um, thanks."
"Just roll with it," Draco tells him. "It'll make your life a lot easier when
dealing with him. Trust me. He's more insane than Aunt Bella."
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Okay." The raven looks up at me. "Tommy." Everyone snickers. "Can we save a
few Light people?"
"Perhaps. Who do you want to save?"
"Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Neville Longbottom and some of the Weasleys."
"Which ones?"
"Bill, Charley, Fred and George."
"Not the youngest?" Pansy asks. "I thought you, him and that Granger girl were
friends."
He fake gags. "Those fake ass friends. I want their heads on pikes. I want to
rip them apart. They are not my friends!" His voice grows sad and weary. "They
never cared. Not even when I tried to tell them what was going on. Oh, they
pretended to, but they never did. I was alone. Until Luna and Neville listened.
They always would. They were my first real friends. I bet they would still be
my friends if I was a Slytherin like the hat wanted me to be."
"You were supposed to be a Slytherin?" Severus questions.
"Yes." His green eyes close and he stands up. "I should have taken your offer
Dragon. It would have saved me so much pain and suffering. Even with Luna and
Neville, I was still alone. My 'friends' thought Luna was bonkers so they tried
to keep her away from me. Ronald even tried to push Neville away… And I was
scared…" He sighs and wipes his face with a sleeve. "I was so terrified that
they'd leave me and I'd be alone. I guess that's how Dumbledore want it I
guess. He wanted me compliant and willing to do anything to gain and keep a
friendship. And I would have. I would have killed to keep one. And in the end
I'll kill to get rid of two…"
"Harry…" I whisper and he runs to me.
"Don't leave me Voldemort. Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone
again. If I'm alone then they'll take me and they'll hurt me again."
"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." And I hold him as he cries, finally
understanding why he snapped.
***** Sharing Light of Remedy *****
Chapter 4: Sharing Light of Remedy
Harry's POV
I close my eyes slowly waiting for the darkness to come before opening them
again to a world bathed in glorious darkness. My school books lie next to
Hedwig's empty cage, she's out flying, and the aquarium for one of my birthday
presents from Tom, a blue and black banded amphibious sea krait named Wallow.
He's extremely docile until someone touches him or me without either of our
permission. My other present doesn't need an aquarium for she and Wallow get
along splendidly. Besides she likes my pocket. She's a purple and grey Brahminy
blind snake about six and a half inches in length named Heathrose after the
poem, Heidenröslein by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
She's curled up on the pillow beside me, Wallow around her and around me. He
stares at me and she stares at him, not that she can see the other really. I
motion for him to move and so he does so I can stand. Sensing the loss of her
master's heat, Heathrose starts moving towards me. I hold out my hand and she
scents it before climbing up. §Stop leaving me!§
§Sorry, I was just going for a little walk.§
§Yeah, without me!§ I laugh. She wraps around my pink tightly like a ring as I
walk with my fingers just curled so she doesn't fall off.
Down the hall into the room Tom showed me with a crystal inlay in the tiles, I
find him sitting with Nagini curled around him. He's meditating quietly, barley
seeming to breathe. I set down on the second pillow beside him softy, not
wanting to disturb the man who's been so kind to me. Despite my efforts, he
opens his eyes and looks over at me. "What are you doing up so late, Harry?"
"Couldn't sleep."
"Why not."
"Just can't."
"Then you may stay in here."
"Why are you meditating now anyways?"
"I'm trying to get used to the quiet again since you'll be gone tomorrow."
"I can still talk to you," I whisper, referring to the twin diaries.
"Yes, you can but it won't be the same."
"What do you mean?"
"I won't be able to feel your presence when you read while I do paperwork. I
won't be able to look over and see you do smiling so sweetly and most of all…"
he pauses looking me straight in the eye. He leans closer and presses his lips
to mine. "I won't be able to do that."
"Tom?"
"I love you, Harry."
"I… I… Tom…"
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel about
you. In time I hope that you'll feel the same way."
I look him in the eye and know that I have something to say. "I already do Tom.
I already do." And I kiss him.
"I don't want to go on the train," I whine to Draco.
"Just get on the stupid train."
Blaise laughs and nods to Theodore. They grab me by the arms and throw me to
Vincent and Gregory. "Hey!"
"Otherwise you'd never get on," Daphne says walking off with Pansy. With me in
between the boys who are not as dumb as I originally thought, everyone boards,
going straight to the back of the train where Slytherins usually reside. Then
again, they did talk me into getting resorted. I wonder how everyone will react
to The-Boy-Who-Lived being a Slytherin. Oh, well they'll just have to get used
to it.
"Tonight we have a very special resorting ceremony." I smirk and wait until my
name is called before walking up to the front. "Harry Potter!"
The sorting hat sides over my eyes like in my first year, I must admit I
haven't grown much. 'Hello, Mr. Potter.'
"Hello, hat."
'So, you are going to take my advice then.'
"Yep."
'I see you've been living with Tom Marvolo Riddle.'
"Yep."
'I see it's been fun.'
"Yep."
'Alright…' "SLITHERIN!"
And chaos promptly begins. I'm so evil.
***** When Silence Falls to You It Sings *****
Chapter 5: When Silence Falls to You It Sings
Harry's POV
Muttering and whispers break out with the more rambunctious shouting out.
"Harry's not a Slytherin!" one shouts, earning a snicker from myself.
"I was always one. I just wanted to be a Gryffindor. Now I want to be a
Slytherin." Apparently my explanation only adds fuel to the fire. Hermione and
Ronald gape at me and I laugh, sliding off of the stool with only minor
difficulty. I give the Sorting Hat a pat on the top and walk towards the
Slytherin table where the others are chuckling. Draco gestures for me to take
my place beside him, and I do, earning nods from the other students.
Dinner is served then but I have no want or need of food. Instead my mind is on
the man I left behind. 'Oh, Tom… I miss you already.' My mind drifts to the
little diary downstairs in the special room that connects to Severus' quarters
since I would have to room with people who are already in full dorms.
Speaking of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I look up to find
him smiling at me and his other snakes. 'Are you okay?' he mouths.
'Yep.'
'Good. Have fun tonight, Harry. Or Tom will get you.'
In answer I giggle, bringing a scowl to the headmaster's face. 'That's right
bastard,' I think. 'Puzzle and hate. Cause I hate you.'
I lie on the silken bedclothes, thinking about the summer. I remember being
forced back into my cupboard without being fed. I remember being drug out into
the kitchen in the dead of night by my cousin and being taken downstairs where
my Uncle and he beat me. I became Dudley's living punching bag. And I remember
when I started to pray.
The darkness caves in all around me, and I'm vaguely aware of the blood that
drips down my face, somehow irritating my black eye. The walls around me seem
to close in, suffocating me and speaking of pain beyond my imaginings. I'm
scared.
I close my eyes with difficulty, feeling nothing but pain. "Please," I whisper,
"God, if you're listening please save me. Please! Please save me, even… even if
you have to kill me. Please!"
But no one answers, only the silence keeps me company and lulls me to sleep.
Third Person POV
On the outside of the green eyed teen's memories, he stares at a Slytherin
green wall and listens to the blissful silence. He sighs and rolls over,
careful not to land on Heathrose who's on the pillow across from him. Wallow
lays at the foot of the bed still as he watches his master. Then to the tune of
darkness, Harry falls asleep.
***** Compromise Your Reality *****
Chapter 6: Compromise Your Reality
Harry's POV
With a yawn, I open my eyes and stumble to the bathroom and into the shower.
The hot water slowly wakes me up, beautifully scalding my pale flesh. In the
mirror, as I wipe away the fog, I see the scars that cross my flesh, never bad
where a shirt couldn't hide them.
The worst crosses my chest, a long one, faded with age, made from a carving
knife when I messed up the stuffing for the turkey at Thanksgiving. It's
crooked and deep, barely missing my vital organs when it was made… for all I
know it could have nicked them. My magic could have healed the wounds that
would have killed me, like how Tom's did.
I grab the diary and walk back out of my room once I'm clothed, realizing that
everyone else must be at breakfast. But I'm not hungry, so I go to my first
class, Transfiguration. The classroom door is shut, obviously Professor
McGonagall isn't here yet. So, I set down by the door and pull out a sheet of
paper to draw.
My drawing skills aren't the most amazing, but they do just fine. Mainly, I
draw cartoons because the laws of physics don't apply… kind of like magic on
paper. Within moments, a skeletal butterfly takes up the page, surrounded by
ever reaching hands that will ever touch its wings. Darkness tinges the
corners, until my pencil surrounds every last thing with its inky black lead.
Footsteps down the hall have me shuffling around to put it away, as the
Professor comes down towards me. "Hello, Professor," I greet with a small
smile.
"Hello, Mr. Potter. What are you doing down here so early? Did you already eat
breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry."
Her age hardened eyes soften as her gaze sweeps over me. "Alright, but promise
me you will eat something at lunch. Or Poppy will be seeing you already."
I chuckle and nod. "Okay, Professor."
She smiles at me and opens the door, letting me inside. I sweep up to the front
with her and take a spot near the wall. As I glide however, my portfolio with
all of the pictures I had ever made falls to the ground. I stoop quickly, not
wanting even my professor to see the sketches even Tom hasn't seen.
But as she picks up one, my hopes are dashed. "Mr. Potter, what is this?" Her
eyes look horrified as she holds up the sketch I made when I was still with the
Dursleys. My cupboard is the main thing in it with my terrified eyes peering
out. One of my hands holds onto the door, obviously bruised and scratched.
"It's my cupboard," I whisper, looking away in shame. "No one was ever supposed
to see these." I hug the remaining sketches to my chest.
"What do you mean 'your cupboard'? And why didn't you want anyone to see it?"
"It's where I slept. I didn't want anyone to know…"
Her eyes grow wider with remorse. "Oh, Mr. Potter, if I had known, I would have
taken you away from that place." She smiles weakly. "But I guess you don't have
to deal with that anymore."
I grin. "Yep. And it doesn't matter anymore, Professor. I never blamed you."
She sweeps me into a lose hug and holds me for a while. I'm finally let go as
other students can be heard running down the hall.
"You should sit down." She looks down at the picture in her grasp. "May I keep
this?" I nod, and go over to my seat. She looks down at it and walks over to
her desk, setting it down as the first students come in.
Third Person POV
The class moves on like any class should, with Harry or Professor McGonagall
being none the wiser to the picture under the desk of Hermione Granger. She
picks it up, regarding it as another piece of trash until she sees the
signature on the back. Harry Potter.
She flips it over eyes widening at it. A handsome man holds Harry in his arms,
keeping him safe. And the title says… My love, my hero, the Dark Lord… Tom
Marvolo Riddle.
She growls, showing it to Ronald Weasley who sneers in Harry's direction before
they decide to keep it and show Dumbledore later.
***** When Sound is Gone, Then You Will Find *****
Chapter 7: When Sound is Gone, Then You Will Find
Third Person POV
As expected of the manipulative old bastard's favorite betraying ex-friends of
Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione are up in his office showing the sketch to the
bastard himself. "This is most troubling," he says, making sure his worried
grandfather look is in place.
"What should we do, Professor?" Hermione asks, her worried mask cracking at the
edges as her lips start to turn up in an evil smile.
"Harry needs to be taught a lesson about all of this. Perhaps you should have a
talk with him, Miss Granger."
"And what of you, Professor?" Ronald asks.
"I will ask him to come up here. A few compulsion spells should be enough to
turn him back into the boy he was always meant to be." The headmaster's mask
slips off fully and he cackles, soon joined by his best spies.
Harry's POV
I stride down the corridor, my portfolio clutched in my arms. Draco walks with
me, silent for once, for which I am thankful. Wallow slithers along behind us,
hissing occasionally about eating the other students' pets. Heathrose hisses
right back at him, saying that he should be nicer to other humans' pets. I
honestly don't give a flying fuck as long as they don't eat Trevor. I couldn't
do that to Neville.
§Heathrose, Wallow, stop fighting.§
§Sorry,§ they hiss back, and I nod.
We walk back along in silence for a little while before Hermione and Ronald
walk by me smug expressions on their faces. "I wonder what's up with them."
"Don't know, Draco. But as long as it doesn't concern us, I don't give a fuck."
***** It's All the Same for the Dreamers *****
Chapter 8: It's All the Same for the Dreamers
Harry's POV
I set down at the dinner table beside Draco, a frown set firmly on my face. The
companion diary to Tom's is clenched in my hands tightly, my frustration coming
off of me in waves.
"Still hasn't wrote back to you, has he?"
"No," I murmur and slam my head into the table.
"Is that really necessary?" Blaise asks.
"Yes."
Theodore, Pansy and Daphne roll their eyes at me and continue eating. Draco
however rests his hand on mine and says, "he'll write back soon. I promise."
"So if he doesn't, can I charm your shoes into giant flesh eating parasites?"
He rolls his eyes. "No."
"Damn…"
The others laugh and bid me a goodnight after chastising me for not eating
again. I say goodnight and wave at Luna and Neville who wave back then I leave
the Great Hall. As I walk downstairs, the diary starts to hiss at me, letting
me know that Tom's written back. I peak into the book, not noticing when I walk
into Professor McGonagall who wasn't at dinner.
"Hello, Mr. Potter."
"Hello, Professor. What are you doing out and about?"
"I was just about to come find you."
"Why?"
"It seems that Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley found one of your pictures. One
with a certain Dark Wizard on it."
My eyes widen and I find the hope that my Transfiguration teacher could be a
help to me slipping away. "Shit."
***** It's All the Same for Us *****
Chapter 9: It's All the Same for Us
Third Person POV
"Professor! You can't tell anyone about him!"
She scowls at him. "Professor Dumbledore already knows and furthermore, he's
dangerous!"
"Not to me! He saved me."
"Saved you?"
He looks up with eyes blurred by tears and rubs at them. "I almost died this
summer. Tom saved my life." Then her earlier words sink in to his mind. "I
can't stay here like I wanted to." He sinks to the ground, crying into his pale
hands and looking just like one of the sketches of himself.
McGonagall kneels next to her student and pulls him into a hug. "Shh, Harry.
I've got you. You don't have to leave, and if I have too, I will fight with the
school governors in order to have him removed. I won't let him hurt you."
"Promise?" Harry asks with wide eyes, looking very much like a scared child.
"I promise." He buries his head in her neck and hugs her so tightly. "Would you
like me to walk you back to your room?" He nods and pulls away so she can
stand.
They walk arm in arm down to Harry's dorm room where he curls up on the bed
that used to be Tom's once upon a time.
Harry's POV
"Harry, what's wrong?"
The sixteen year old wizard smiles as he looks up at the other male. "Nothing,
Tom."
"Do not lie to me, Harry James Potter!"
"Really, Tom, nothing's wrong."
"But you were crying earlier."
He looks down and leans into the Dark Lord. "I was scared that Professor
McGonagall would turn her back on me and help Dumbledore." He sighs. "I think
he knows that I was living with you."
"What did Minerva say?"
"That she was worried about me. She was scared that you might hurt me, and
she's going to try and keep me here, even if she has to try and have Dumbledore
removed from his position."
"How's she going to do that?"
"Probably on the grounds of neglect."
"Who's?"
"Mine. She found a picture I drew of my cupboard."
"What picture? You draw?"
"Yeah… it passes time. Perhaps I'll show you one day."
"Perhaps. But for now, you should sleep."
"Yes, Tom." Hekisses my forehead, holding me in his arms as I fall asleep.
***** Multiply Humanity *****
Chapter 10: Multiply Humanity
Third Person POV
Harry screams out into the forest, throat turning hoarse as he continues
venting his anger and frustration to the night. His knuckles bleed from where
they connected with one of the Astronomy Tower walls, and his arm aches from
the force behind his punch. His shoes are scuffed and his outer robe's ripped
from his scramble up the steps.
Finally he falls forward with one last scream, bracing himself on the window's
sides to keep from falling to an awful death. Tears linger in his jewel colored
eyes as he sinks to his knees. "How dare he?" he whispers, feeling somehow
betrayed without knowing why…
Earlier in the day, Harry's POV:
I smile at Luna and Neville who come over and link their arms with mine as they
lead me out of the Great Hall. "So what's up?" I ask.
"We've missed you," Neville responds. "We don't get to see you as much now that
you've got other friends." We laugh, all knowing that I would never trade the
two of them for anything or anyone.
"Yes," Luna whispers, "the thestrals have been very cranky since you stopped
coming to see them."
"Well, then we should go see them."
Outside, Neville's perched on a rock watching as Luna and I, to an outsider,
seem to be floating on air. Even though he can see them, he likes to watch us
play with them. If we hadn't shown him just how gentle they are, he'd probably
be rather terrified of the skeletal horses and stay far away from them.
Instead he stays with us as Luna and I play, ride and feed them. It took a very
sweet thestral and a rare Herbology book to get him to ride one once. And that
was the one and only time. Well, besides when we broke into the ministry.
"Trespassers at two o'clock," Luna says, turning her thestral around to watch
as Ronald and Hermione come into my second home.
"What do you want?" I growl, urging my stead to rear and make me look more
menacing. The image would be more so if they could see him underneath me.
"Professor Dumbledore wants to see you," Hermione says in a fake cordial voice,
forcing me to clench my fist to keep from hexing her into oblivion.
"Fine." To my thestral, I whisper, §Miserareta (Spellbound), would you take me
up to the castle. I will come out for you and we will come back to the forest.§
§Of course, Amaranthus (love lies bleeding). I am bound to do as you wish, am I
not?§
§Yes, but I'd prefer to ask your opinion once in a blue moon.§ He shakes his
head and begins loping up to the castle and ever closer to the man I want to
die. As he gallops into the courtyard, I'm already preparing to run up the
steps. He skids to stop, hissing a good luck my way.
Up the stairs I run, my messenger bag full of lose scraps of paper and my
portfolio clanging against my leg. It's a comforting weight as I ascend the
last staircase into the Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore looks up at me with mild surprise at the bag I'm cradling to my
chest as he gestures for me to sit down. "Harry, my child, why did you go with
the Malfoys this summer?"
A gentle probing in my mind makes me internally throw up shields strong enough
to keep Tom out. But outside I show no emotion. "Because, I was not going to
spend any more time with the Dursleys."
"But, Harry, you do realize that Mr. Malfoy is a death eater. What if he were
to turn you into Voldemort?"
"I have no fear of what Mr. Malfoy would do." My right eye starts to twitch as
he continues to try and get into my brain.
"But it was not safe."
"It was safer than at that house," I growl, my anger finally getting the best
of me. "And stay out of my bloody mind!" I storm out of his office, teeth
gnashed together.
Third Person POV
A sigh escapes from his mouth as the wizard begins to climb back down the giant
staircases, mindful of his promise to Miserareta. "Merlin," he whispers. "I
don't know if I can take much more."
His fingers trail on the wall, leaving unseen paintings, the same ones that
have touched nearly every place in the castle. His hands are eventually pulled
back in front of him and he begins to pray.
"Please don't let that bastard take me away from Tom. Please, God, my father, I
beg of thee. Please don't let him take away my happiness…"
***** Where We Shall Be Unified *****
Chapter 11: Where We Shall Be Unified
Harry's POV
I sit down next to Luna and rub at my face with the heal of my hand. She smiles
in her odd way, knowing and strangely mocking. She knows I have a major
headache from keeping my Occlumency shields up at full strength all of the
time.
"You don't need them up now, Harry."
"Yes, I do. I'll always need them."
"No you don't. No one who's a threat to you is here."
"How can you be so sure?"
"The nargles told me."
Knowing that I'll get no real answers from her now, I just nod. With a yawn, I
lay my head on the table. "I need a nap."
"Then take one. History of Magic doesn't mean much after all."
I'm speechless for a second as I try to process what she has said. "I'd never
expect you to say that."
"I'm an enigma. You will never figure me out!" She then gives a parody of an
evil villain's laugh, mastering the strange sounding cackle.
I chuckle lightly under my breath and raise my hand to cover it. As I slip my
arm underneath my head for support, she begins to rub at my back, and my eyes
fall closed.
Voldemort POV
'Harry.'
'Nnrg… sleeping.'
'I know. That's why I'm here.'
'But… sleeping…'
'Harry.'
'Sleeping… shh…'
'Harry!'
'What?! I'm tired, Tom.'
'Why?'
'Occlumency shields… draining me… I need… sleeping…'
'Just answer one question for me.'
'What?'
'Would you like to help me this weekend?'
'With what~?'
'I'm planning a raid.'
'At where~?'
'Hogsmead. I can kidnap you for a little while…'
'Is that just a ploy for you to try and get me in bed?'
'And if it is?'
'You better make it good, Tom Marvolo Riddle!'
***** As I Slip Inside *****
Chapter Notes
     This one has smex, but it's partitioned off if you don't want to read
     it
Chapter 12: As I Slip Inside
Harry's POV
I walk slowly out of Honeydukes, having used the secret passage to slip out
unseen. I didn't want to have to deal with the annoyances. Neville and Luna are
behind me, looking very much at ease with our situation. "I'll be leaving
soon," I murmur, and they nod.
"We'll pretend to look for you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now be careful," Luna whispers back and hugs me. "And if he
hurts you in any way, I will castrate him." I chuckle lightly with an awkward
hint, knowing that she really would.
"I don't think that's really necessary."
"I just wanted to tell you. No go have fun." An explosion roars out, and once
again I wonder how she always knows. "No I won't tell you how I do it."
"Damn." She chuckles and takes off away with Neville into the mass of human
sheep.
Suddenly, his magic washes over me. "Tom…" I whimper and hold out my hand to be
apperated away.
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(Lemon below)
Voldemort's POV
Our tongues tangle in a slow, melodious dance, tempting me to slip my tongue
further inside his mouth. He strains his hands against my hold, but his
struggles are futile, leaving him trapped beneath my larger frame. Luminous
green eyes call out to me, tempting me to go further.
When the kiss breaks apart, he whispers out in a breathless voice,
"Please..."
"Please what?"
"No more teasing..."
I smirk and let my hand trail down his naked flesh. It stops just above his
need, and he whines, trying to buck up into my hand. His thigh unintentionally
brushes my own arousal as he struggles, and I gasp.
When my composure has been regained, I flip him over, exposing this creamy
toned arse to my wandering eyes. With another smirk and a whimper of want from
Harry, I pick up my wand and whisper a few spells: for cleaning, numbing any
pain and to prevent pregnancy. When my work is finished, I uncap the lube,
strawberry, from the pillow by his head and spill a plethora of it onto my
hand.
One of my fingers, the middle, slips inside, and he lets out a groan as the
weird feeling assaults him. Shortly later a second finds its way inside, then
the third. I pump them out languidly, enjoying his loud keens as he pushes back
against them, desperate for me to continue pressing against his prostate.
"S-top t-teasing…
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Tom! Pl-lease!"
I snicker and pull them out before slicking up my dick. I press in slowly and
let out a soft groan as his heat incases me. His back bows in pleasure, and his
hands fist in the fabric of my bed sheets. I thrust in and out slowly and
listen to him moan. I drape myself over him and begin biting the place where
his shoulder meets his neck softly. He starts pushing back against me again as
I go faster.
He tightens like a vice around me as he lets himself go onto the bed beneath
us. With a moan I spill my seed deep inside of him before collapsing, spent,
onto of my smaller lover.
(End Lemon)
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Third Person POV
Voldemort snickers slightly in his hands, ignoring the erection that presses
tightly against his jeans. Harry shrieks at him, pulling tightly at the binds
keeping him suspended from the ceiling. "You motherfucker! Get me down! Tom
Marvolo Riddle! Bastard!"
"It's your fault for teasing me with that popsicle," he says, leaning back into
his office chair.
"How is me eating teasing you?"
"I don't know. You're the one that makes it so sexual, horny teenager."
"Horny teenager? I'm the horny one? Don't make me laugh."
"Wasn't trying to."
"Bastard!"
"Don't you have anything more creative to call me?" Harry growls and struggles
more, somehow managing to make it look undeniably sexy. "I'll take that as a
no."
The door slams open then to Severus who's covering his eyes with his right
hand. "I do not see anything."
Voldemort chuckles and decides to take pity on his subordinate. "There's
nothing going on, Severus. You can uncover your eyes." Slowly, the potions
master does so. "Is there anything to report?"
"The order is going crazy." Harry chuckles evilly with a big grin on his face.
"However, Harry needs to go back. I managed to impress on him that you were not
here when Harry was brought back and that I can get him out of here."
"Really?" Harry asks put out.
"Yes. It was that or you'd never be able to return to school."
"And?"
"The Longbottom boy would have to go through much of the same things that you
do."
His eyes widen, and he nods. "I will go back with you. But how are we going to
make him think that I've been chained up?"
"Well," Severus drawls, taking in the bruises on the youngest's wrists, "I
think we just need to make you look dirty. Cause none of us would be allowed to
touch you without our master's approval. You can just say that he wouldn't let
anyone hurt you."
"It could work…" the Dark Lord whispers before untying the boy, who falls to
the ground with a squeak.
"Bastard! My ass hurts and you know it."
"It's not my fault. I wasn't the one who kept asking for more."
"No but you were the one to take it."
"True…" he kisses the youngers forehead and gestures for him to go. "Have fun
dirtying yourself up. I have paperwork to do."
"I will. And if you dare drop me on my ass again. I will let Luna castrate
you."
He blinks and moves back as quickly as possible to the other side of the desk.
"I'm just going to stay here… for ever."
***** Restful Mind and Peaceful Eyes *****
Chapter 13: Restful Mind and Peaceful Eyes
Harry's POV
The Order stares at the black and blue bruises on my wrists with horror. "Cub,
are you alright?" Remus cries, starting to inspect me from head to toe.
"Yes, they didn't get to hurt me. They had orders."
The werewolf lets out a sigh and lays his head on my shoulder. "I'm so glad
you're safe." He leans even closer until I will be the only one to hear him.
"Why can I smell him on you?" My eyes widen. "You can tell me later when we're
alone." He pulls back from me and gives everyone a warm smile. "Harry and I are
going on a walk together."
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"So spill."
I look over at my parents' old friend and sigh. "He and I are seeing each
other."
"Intimately?"
"Maybe."
"Do I need to kill him?"
"No. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay..."
Third Person POV
Dumbledore sighs, looking down at a collection of papers. "What is the
correlation between these raids? Why are you going to such lengths, Tom?"
Despite his outward calm, the mystery is driving him batty. "Harry must know...
And I'll find out even if he doesn't tell me."
 
***** When Sound is Gone *****
Chapter 14: When Sound is Gone
Harry's POV
I brush the hair out of my face as I attempt to concentrate on my studies. The
words on the page in front of me seem to blur together into a black creature
intent on devouring my mind and reducing it to mush. I groan and slam my head
against the table, attracting the attention of the also studying Luna. "What's
wrong?" she asks, never looking up from her Transfiguration notes.
"I can't do this..."
"Why not?"
"Need coffee..."
"I thought you were weaning yourself off of coffee."
"I was. Then I drank some again."
"Harry!" She sight and pushes her cup at me. "Here, you can have mine."
"Oh! Thank you!"
"Your welcome, now take a break. Read a book... The new volume of (1) D. Gray-
Man is in my bag."
"Seriously! Yay!" I scramble for the manga novel and lean back in my seat with
my feet up on the table in order to read. A smile works its way up on my face
as I read about Allen's new adventure...
"Harry." Luna's voice rouses me from my reading, and I raise and eyebrow in
question. "I'm finished. Do you need help with yours?"
"No. I think I've got it all down." I finish the last page with remorse at the
sorrowful ending and push it back to her. "Have you read it yet?"
"No."
"Then I won't tell you why I'm mad at Hoshino yet."
"You better not!" I laugh and run out of the room before she can wrangle me
into telling her anyway.
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I sigh and lean up against the corridor wall, not ready to go to the Gryffindor
common room yet. "Tom..." I murmur. "I miss you already." My hand moves the
hair out of my eyes for the umpteenth time today and I begin to contemplate
cutting it. "Nah... that'd be more troublesome."
The portrait swings open to reveal my once friends that give me fake cordial
looks. "The Headmaster said that he wanted to see you."
"Great. When?"
"Now."
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As I walk up the guarded spiral staircase to my enemy's office, fear wells up
inside my soul. 'What could he want with me? Does he know of me and Tom?' I
shake my head to clear my thoughts. 'There's no way for him to know that. I'm
still safe.' However instead of those thoughts chasing away the fear, it rises
higher and higher, choking me from my core.
"Harry, my boy!"
"Hello, Professor. Did you want something of me?"
"Yes, yes. I would like you to come to training lessons from now on."
"Why?"
"So you can defend yourself against Voldemort of course." As he speaks, I can
feel him trying to get into my mind and I stiffen.
"No."
"What?" His eyes widen in surprise.
"If I am to defeat him, I will do it on my own terms, not yours."
"Harry James Potter! You will come to your lessons!"
"No! Now I'd like to go to bed."
"Then you leave me with no choice." That was the last thing I got to hear
before everything went black.
***** Then You Will Find *****
Chapter 15: Then You Will Find
Harry's POV
I open my eyes groggily to gray, lots of gray. "Huh? Where am I?"
"Ah, Harry, my boy, I'm glad to see that you're awake at last." I look up to
see Albus fucking Dumbledore looking down at me and unconsciously try to bolt
away from him only to find my arms and my left leg are chained to the wall, low
to the ground so I can lay down.
"What the fuck is this?!" A sharp stinging pain on my cheek has me reeling away
from him. He slapped me! I look up at him with fearful eyes. 'Is he going to
kill me too?'
"To answer your question, you're in my office behind Phineas' portrait. You'll
be staying here until you promise to kill Voldemort."
"No!" I shriek and try to pull away from the wall again. "I won't help you!"
Desperation comes in thick within my voice as fear wells up in my very being. I
don't want to be alone again. "Just go ahead and kill me, because you'd be
better off asking those fucking fake friends of mine!"
"Shut up!" His foot connects with my side, and I cry out in pain as I try to
scrabble away from the bastard everyone blindly follows. "You will do as I say
in time, or you're friend, Neville will do it for me." Tears roll down my face
as I clutch at my side, knowing that my ribs must be broken. "Don't cry…" He
reaches out to brush a tear from my face, and despite the fact that I want to
scream and run away, I hold still for fear of more pain. "Don't cry, my boy.
Everything will get better in time."
'No it won't. Tom! Where are you?!'
Voldemort's POV
I rest my head upon my hand and sigh as I watch the snow fall outside of my
window while my paperwork lies undone on my desk. Green eyes haunt my mind as I
find myself missing Harry and his sweet smile. 'Merlin, I'm so hopeless. I'm so
hopeless for him.' I rub a hand across my face to chase away the sleepiness
that wants to worm its way into my body.
The door behind me slams open and a frantic Severus come in. "What's wrong?" I
ask.
"It's Harry! He's missing!"
***** Harmonize Insanity *****
Chapter 16: Harmonize Insanity
Third Person POV
His eyes, the color of the killing curse, that stare at a gray wall are dull
and lifeless as the color that surrounds him. He shakes from the cold that
permeates his flesh and curls around himself to try and ward the cold away. His
tears have long since dried up, and yet, he still needs to cry. "Tom…" he
rasps. "It's so cold… I'm so cold…" His eyes start to slip closed, and he
coughs just once before falling asleep.
Harry's POV
A hand wraps around my wrist, and I'm drug back through the threshold of my
cupboard door. "Stop it! Stop it!" I shriek and try to claw my way away from my
uncle to no avail. "Leave me alone! I didn't do anything this time!"
"Yeah, right, freak. You do everything." Dudley smirks at me and slams my head
into the floor. "Everything that won't get you into even more trouble." He
grabs my leg and drags me out into the living room.
"No! No! Please, not in here! In the kitchen, please!" It's so hard to clean my
own blood out of the carpet.
"Shut up freak." My uncle lumbers out behind my whale of a cousin and I
whimper. The sound of a knife being pulled from a sheath registers in my ears,
and I scream.
I wake up with a short quick scream and look around quickly before beginning to
cry once again. "Tom… you won't be able to find me, will you? But…" Suddenly a
forgotten memory pushes itself to the front of my mind.
I sit down on the bottom of the stairs at the church with difficulty and try to
curl into myself, so now one can see me. Not that anyone really looks anyway. A
black jumper covers up the worst of the bruises and bandages, except the one on
my neck. That's the one that hurts the most, a knife wound.
"Little one, what are you doing out here all alone?"
I look up to see a man with black curly hair that frames his pale face. A black
tribal tattoo cross lies just under his right eye, and a black suit covers his
form. "Who are you?"
He laughs. "JJ, my little one, my little Harry. That is what you may call me,
my little master. I am JJ." He crouches just in front of me and sighs, taking
in my injuries. "Just remember, if you ever need me. Call. I will be there, I
promise."
"But, how did you know my name!"
He laughs again as he turns around and waves in my direction. "I know
everything about you, Harry James Potter. I've been with you since you were
born. I follow everyone."
"JJ," I whisper. "I need you…" I close my eyes and call out to the sky beyond
this prison. "JJ! Please, I need you!"
Black covered arms wrap around me and pull me against a strong chest. "I'm
here."
***** Utilize Surrendering *****
"JJ," I whisper. "I need you…" I close my eyes and call out to the sky beyond
this prison. "JJ! Please, I need you!"
Black covered arms wrap around me and pull me against a strong chest. "I'm
here."
Chapter 17: Utilize Surrendering
Voldemort's POV
I growl at my inner circle that tries to comfort me as we stalk towards the
castle and draw my wand. A simple Sonorous charm is put on my voice as I shout
out my demands to the castle. "Dumbledore, give me Harry Potter or your
students will feel my wrath!" I have no intention to harm the students outside
of those who pretended to care for Harry, but he doesn't need to know that.
For six minutes, I wait for the old codger's reply. When it finally arrives in
the form of teachers and students alike, all ready for battle, I smirk and wave
my forces onward.
Harry's POV
JJ looks down at me with a sad smile and tangles his fingers into my hair as he
leans down to kiss my forehead. "Do you wish to leave this place?"
"Yes," I murmur into his jacket, feeling an uneasy safety.
"It comes at a price…" His smile widens. "Are you ready to pay it?"
"Yes," I whisper, reaching up to pull his head down to mine. "I'll pay
anything, even with my own innocence." He presses his lips to mine chastely.
"That's not what I want… well not entirely." His long taloned hands card
through my hair tenderly. "One day perhaps, but not within a deal. Not within
this type of deal."
"Then what do you want?"
He pulls away from me entirely, yellow on black eyes shining and hisses, "I
want you to be with me forever… my master."
"I'll be whatever it takes, Death…"
Third Person POV
Pain enters Voldemort's mind through his link with Harry as a bright light,
enclosed in darkness shines through the windows of Dumbledore's office.
Everyone turns to it in time to see a small childlike figure open one of the
windows and jump. Everyone's expecting a soft landing, but it doesn't come…
A soft pain filled scream fills the air as those within a closer distance see
the still form of Harry James Potter bleed out onto the ground.
***** Humanize Inhuman Ends *****
A soft pain filled scream fills the air as those within a closer distance see
the still form of Harry James Potter bleed out onto the ground.
Chapter 18: Humanize Inhuman Ends
Voldemort's POV
While everyone stands stunned, I run to Harry's aid. Blood spreads out around
his lifeless form, staining everything with its fear inducing color, but it
doesn't seem to be coming from any visible wound. Without a thought to keeping
my pants clean, I kneel down beside him and lift his still body into my arms. I
turn back to the assembled fighters with tears rolling down my face in thick
streams; they're mirrored by many of the other assembled.
"He's not dead." A man with curly black hair and a tribal tattoo under his
right eye walks out from behind a gnarled oak tree, eyes closed like a foxes
and seems to look at Harry through the slits. "He's just sleeping… for the time
being." Those eyes open, and I have to stifle a gasp. They're demonic: gold
irises with black sclera. "He won't wake until I his wounds are healed, which…"
He smiles. "Would be right about now."
True to his prediction, Harry's eyes open, the same Avada Kedavra green that I
remember despite the fact that they now rest against black like the man who
suddenly showed up. "Harry," I whisper, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine…" His voice is soft, yet loud enough for everyone to hear and has a
hollow ring to it. "JJ, you fucking bastard! Why didn't you tell me that it
would hurt so much."
"Then you wouldn't have gone through with it, master."
"You don't know that!"
"Yes, I do."
"Bite me." Harry looks back up at me with a strange, cold smile. "I love you…"
He pushes himself out of my arms and onto his own shaky legs. As he starts to
fall backwards, that man, JJ catches him before I'm even aware that he has
moved. "You didn't need to catch me."
"Yes, I did. You are still weak from the transformation."
"Which you didn't tell me I would be!"
"Of course not!~"
"Screw you." He reclines into JJ's grip but his eyes are only for me. "I love
you…"
"I love you too," I assure at his lost and fearful look. He smiles, a kinder
grin than before.
"I love you so much…" As I start to open my mouth, he presses a finger to his
lips in order make me be quiet. "I would die for you, you know that?" I nod. "I
would gain immortality to stay by your side, even if that meant leaving my
humanity behind. Did you know that?" I shake my head, eliciting a hollow giggle
from the boy in front of me. "Well I did. JJ won't let me die now, so we can be
together forever!" He stumbles out of the creatures grip and into my own. "In
exchange, he asks for my companionship until the world ends… he will even keep
you from dying so I won't be lonely… I just had to accept!"
JJ laughs coldly then, reaching out to stroke a lock of my boyfriend's hair
down. "You accepted the moment you started praying at that church, little one.
You've belonged to me ever since then… that's why you had to stay alive… why I
influenced Tom to save you in the first place…" He kneels. "Now what is your
command, my master?"
"Kill. Kill everyone who I hate. Kill everyone who has ill will towards me and
protect those I care about. Please?"
"Of course." And the carnage begins.
Third Person POV
Heads roll across the ground, bouncing in slick, red pools. Body parts: hands,
legs, torsos spin through the air, landing on the foliage and creating a garden
of death. Screams cut through the silence as even the strongest willed of the
inner circle look sick to their stomachs. Many of the lesser willed lie passed
out on the ground, oblivious to the blood that arcs through the air onto their
bodies.
Harry just stands there beside the dark lord, looking nothing short of a
revenge-filled, fallen angel. The aura that comes off of him reminds Voldemort
of the day Harry murdered the Dursleys without remorse. Pain flickers in his
eyes as Death kills Hermione and Ron, but just for a second, and in that
second, he looked just like the child he's supposed to be. He looks like the
child that he never got to be.
And by the time JJ's finished, no one can believe that the boy that suddenly
starts clapping can be the Golden Boy. But he is, and he's very pleased with
his horseman.
Harry's right hand grabs ahold of Voldemort's and leads him away from the gore.
He waves goodbye to the still conscious people and smiles, showing his new
fangs. "Bye, bye~! Come on JJ! You still owe me an ice cream cone~!"
"What the hell? When did that come into play?!"
"Two minutes ago when I became hungry."
***** Epilogue: Where Butterflies Never Die *****
"What the hell? When did that come into play?!"
"Two minutes ago when I became hungry."
Epilogue: Where Butterflies Never Die
Third Person POV
JJ laughs in Harry's ear with as he holds the young immortal in his hands and
pets the child like a cat. Tom scowls at the horseman, annoyed that the man
won't leave Harry alone. "Why are you still here?" Tom asks.
"I don't have much to do with all of my reapers covering for me." JJ cuddles
closer to boy and nuzzles his ear. "My child, I will leave you with Tom if you
will be alright. If not, I'll stay as long as I can and/or gut him."
Harry laughs darkly, despite the older wizards fearful look. "I'll be okay.
Goodbye, JJ."
"Goodbye, master." A flash of happiness stealing light flares in the room, and
when it fades away, JJ is gone.
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Lemon (not a very good one though... wrote this when I was half asleep)
"Tom..." Red eyes look down at lusty green, and their owner's eyebrows raise in
question. "Promise me..."
"Promise what?"
"That this isn't the end. That you won't leave me ever."
"I promise," he murmurs into the other's ear while tracing patterns on Harry's
flat stomach.
"Then... Ahh!" Harry lets out a sharp cry as the older wizard sucks on his
neck. "Then take me. And don't ever let me go."
Tom smirks at this and murmurs, "I won't."
He leans down again and draws the younger male into a kiss as long, pale
fingers slip under his shirt and pull it off. Harry's back arches as those
fingers tweak his right nipple, arching into Tom's growing arousal. His reward
is a soft growl and a harsh tug on that nipple combined with a swift nip at his
neck. His plush mouth parts as his eyes close and his hands clench at the empty
air. "You're teasing me again!" he cries out, opening his green pools again to
take in the sight of his dominating lover.
"So?" Tom asks cockily and nips at Harry's neck again. "Do you want me to
stop?" His left hand moves off the bed and down to the front of the teen's
jeans.
"Yes!" Harry cries out, wanting something more. "Take me! Take me now! Or
you're on your own with your hand!" The hand presses down harder, not enough to
hurt, but enough for Harry to moan loudly. "More~!" he demands, and the wizard
complies.
With the younger's help, Tom slides Harry's jeans and boxers off along with his
own clothes before throwing them somewhere over his shoulder. As Tom fumbles
around for the lube, Harry grows beyond irritated and begins sucking on his own
fingers. Without waiting long, the boy thrusts two inside of himself and lets
out a short shriek of pain. He barely pumps them in and out of himself before
pushing in the third.
By the time Tom's found the lube, Harry's deemed himself ready and grabs the
tube out of the elder's hands and pours some directly inside of himself. "If
you don't get in me in the next few moments, I'm going to castrate you."
Gulping, Tom slicks himself up quickly before pressing into the teen. "Goddamn
it!" Harry shrieks. The elder of the two stops halfway in and watches the
child, slowly inching forward while watching for more pain. Once fully
sheathed, he sits sand waits for a while until Harry gives his go ahead.
Before long it turns from sweet, tender love making to rough fucking, and
neither lasts long, spilling their seed into/onto the other. And in the moments
that follow, they feel happy, happier than ever before in their special land…
Where Butterflies Never Die.
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