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- 1-Before the world was made
- 2-Part 2
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Before the world was made
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairing: Voldemort/Padfoot, Voldemort/Sirius, Voldemort/Lucius, others implied.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, bestiality, some angst. Will go slightly AU here and there.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns them all. I just use them to tell the tales that will never make it to the books. I usually return them in one piece after I´m done. ;-)
Setting: This story takes place while Sirius is still in Hogwarts as a student, right before his seventh year.
Archive: http://forever-rebel.net/maeglinyedi
Feedback: most welcome; maeglin.yedi@lycos.nl

Summary: Sirius comes up with a plan to get redemption for a horrible mistake he made and hopes to save the Wizarding world in the process. But who will save Sirius?

A/N: it´s amazing how my muse can react after a single word uttered by Nimori: bottom!Tom. Within five seconds my muse produced this ´little´ idea and left me with no other choice than to write it down ;-)
The title comes from a poem by the brilliant W.B. Yeats.

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"Walden, come see this!"

"What have you found, Lucius?"

I had hoped the shadows of these century old Oaks would provide me with a little more cover. But alas, two Slytherins, who only finished Hogwarts a week ago, are staring down at me while I try to crawl back into the wild vegetation beneath the trees.

"It´s a dog, Lucius. What do you want with a dog?"

"Now, now, Walden. Imagine what we could do with this fine animal. He´d make the perfect victim for a few experiments I´ve always wanted to conduct."

My common sense tells me that I should not fear these two young men, only a year my senior, but at the same time my instinct warns me not to underestimate them. They have after all caught me on their own territory while I was trying to lay low and observe their behavior. I thought I had the perfect disguise; my Animagus form, which only three other people know of. I had not expected Malfoy and Macnair to take an interest in a stray dog strolling around the Mansion of the Wizard they support.

Lucius takes his wand out off his black robes, and points it directly at me. Again I try to crawl back but before I can turn around and make a run for it, Lucius sneers at me.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

My whole body freezes the moment Malfoy´s hex hits me. I have no other choice than to try to remain calm mentally while mdy ldy lies completely still. I wonder what went wrong. This seemed like the perfect plan when I decided to travel to Riddle Mansion three days ago and observe the people who, according to Dumbledore, will try to rip the Wizarding world apart in the near future.

"You see, Walden. I´ve always wanted to observe what happens when a petrified creature gets hit with the Cruciatus Curse."

Lucius looks awfully pleased with himself. I do not share his sentiment. My body is useless and all I can do is wait and hope that they will lose interest soon in the unknown dog they have found.

"Crucio!"

The pain that rips through me is unbearable and I can feel my body fight the Petrificus hex as my spine and limbs desperately try to spasm and convulse. The pressure on my eyeballs is so great that I fear they may pop right out off their sockets and my mouth begins to produce uncontrollable amounts of saliva. If I were not petrified at that moment, the pain would have forced me to transform back to my human form. I suppose I should be grateful to Malfoy for petrifying me first before throwing this particularly nasty curse at me. If I would transform back and my true identity would be discovered, they would kill me for sure. That´s not to say that they won´t kill me anyway.

Malfoy´s and Macnair´s cruel laughter fills my head while I try to fight the urge to let my mind slip into the soothing, dreamless state of unconsciousness.

"Lucius! Stop that this instant!"

A new voice, deep and demanding, echoes around me and suddenly the pain and the body bind are gone. My body twists as if to get the last remaining bits of unwanted magic out of my system.

"Forgive me, my Lord, but it is only a stray dog..."

"Be silent!"

All my senses are disoriented due to the effects of the Cruciatus Curse and, even though I try my hardest, I can´t focus my sight or my sense of smell at my direct surroundings. Only my hearing still seems to function, be it slightly distorted. The voices around me shift in loudness and intensity and have a strange echo to them.

"Hush, big boy. It will all be fine."

That deep voice and a soothing hand that runs through my thick fur are the last things that I register before my mind slips into darkness.

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The warmth of a fire burning nearby feels comfortable on my stiff muscles when I slowly wake up. I open my eyes and try to blink the sleepiness from them. When I´m finally able to see something, I travel my gaze across my surroundings. A fire burning in a large hearth to my right. A thick, grey blanket beneath my body. A large, leather chair to my left. And a figure sitting in that large chair, observing me silently.

A tall man with short, black hair that has started to grey around his temples. A proud face with tiny wrinkles around his green eyes. I stare at him, not caring that he stares right back at me.

So this is Tom Riddle. Or, as he likes people to call him these days, Lord Voldemort. This is not how I had imagined him to look when I overhead Dumbledore mention him to McGonagall while I was sneaking around the corridors of Hogwarts one night, safely tucked away under James´ invisibility cloak.

Somehow I had not expected Riddle to look this...human.

"I see you have made it back to the land of the living." Riddle sits back, folds his hands in his lap, and looks at me as if he expects a response. I tilt my head up a bit so I can look at the rest of the room and determine where exactly I am.

I can see a large four-poster bed against the far wall, hidden in shadows. The fire in the hearth is the only thing that provides light in these chambers and I give my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness that lies beyond my spot in front of the fireplace. There is a heavy, dark wooden desk centered in the room, filled with books and scraps of parchment. Bookshelves and closets, all made out of identical looking dark wood, cover most of the walls. A single window, partially covered by thick, green velvet curtains allows me to look at the night´s sky.

It appears I´m in the snake´s den. Not exactly where I had intended to end up when I decided to spy on Voldemort and his followers, but it does provide me with an unexpected opportunity to learn everything there is to know about this Dark Lord, whom so few know by his real name. Tom Riddle.

"Are you hungry?"

My stomach answers that question by making a loud, rumbling noise, and I unconsciously lick my lips. Yes, I´m quite hungry. The last decent meal I had was three days ago, when I left home. Or rather, when I left the place where my mother and father live. It hasn´t felt like home for a long time.

Riddle waves his hand through the air, and flicks his fingers. A large, ceramic bowl appears in front of me, filled with fresh cuts of beef and cooked rice. Even though it smells absolutely incredible and my mouth starts to water at once, I eye it with suspicion.

My behavior apparently amuses Riddle, because he lets out a string of deep laughter. I must look like a fool. Drool dripping from my black lips while I look at the contents of the bowl as if it is about to devour me instead of the other way around.

"You are a smart boy, aren´t you?" Riddle leans forward in his chair, and crosses his arms on top of his knees, his face suddenly very close to mine. "I do apologize for my servants´ foolish behavior earlier. But know that I wish you no harm."

Riddle´s tone shocks me and for a moment I worry that I have lost my Animagus form. He addresses me as one would address a guest. A human guest. But a quick glance downwards confirms that I still have the shape of a big, black dog.

"Don´t worry, big boy. Eat."

I let out a frustrated whine, and look from Riddle to the bowl with food and back. A fierce, internal struggle between my common sense and my hungry stomach takes place deep inside of me, but in the end my stomach wins. I attack the bowl and start chomping down the food while I wag my long tail to express my gratitude for this fine meal. I hardly chew, and swallow the bits of beef whole. One of the many advantages of being a dog. There is no need to chew your food carefully. Just get it in your mouth and start swallowing.

Within a minute I have emptied the bowl and I use my agile tongue to lick every little bit that´s left behind from the ceramic.

"You see, nothing to worry about. Just some good food mixed with a healing potion and a light sleeping draught. You will be up and running in no time."

Damn. I should have known that Riddle would slip me something. For now I´ll just have to take his word for it and hope that it was indeed only a healing and sleeping potion and not some horrible poison. My head feels heavy and I place it on my front paws. My breathing becomes even and deep on its own accord, and for the second time that day I feel my mind slip into darkness.

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The next time I wake up I feel a lot better. The stiffness is gone from my muscles and my mind seems to be a lot clearer.

"Awake again, I see."

I tilt my head up to look at Riddle but he´s no longer sitting in his chair.

"Are you feeling better?"

His voice comes from the far end of the room and I shift my large body so I can look at him. Riddle is lying on his bed, his upper body against the headboard. He´s dressed in a long, black dressing gown, and he gives me a smile.

I answer his question by getting up, and stretching my whole body extensively. I curve my back and stretch my legs while I let out a deep moan. I finish by shaking my body so that my black fur ends up looking wildly out of place.

Yes, I feel much, much better. The only thing that is bothering me is a light pressure in my lower abdomen. I need to go outside. Badly.

As I start towards the closed door, Riddle seems to realize what the problem is.

"Call of nature, big boy?" Riddle gets up from his bed, and walks towards me. This is the first time I see him move and I can´t take my eyes off him. He carries his tall body well, proud and determined.

Riddle opens the door, and leads me through the dark mansion without saying a word. I follow him obediently until we reach the large front doors. The moment Riddle opens them I take a spurt to the first tree I can find, and raise one of my hind legs. Dear Merlin, there isn´t a feeling in the world that can compare to that of emptying a full blather.

Riddle walks across the dark gardens that surround the Mansion, and when I´m done with my private business I join him. He looks down at me with a smile, his face pale in the light of the full moon.

"You are free to leave, if you wish to do so," he tells me, and I look up at him again. I try to see something in his face that will tell me if he wants me to stay or go, but he hides his emotions well.

"However, you are more than welcome to stay."

I nudge my nose against his hand to let him know that I´d like to stay. This is after all the perfect opportunity to learn about this Dark Lord. The perfect chance to carry out this mission I´ve bestowed upon myself. But that´s not the only reason I want to stay. Somehow, Riddle fascinates me.

I look up at the sky and stare at the full moon. I hope Remus is doing well. I´m sure his parents are looking after him right now, but I can´t help but feel worried for him. A feeling I´ve always had since I learned about his secret, but it has gotten worse ever since the accident with Snape and the Shrieking Shack.

Ah, who am I kidding. I feel downright guilty for setting Snape up like that. Not because of Snape. For all I care that slimy git can disappear from the face of the earth this instant and I wouldn´t give him any second thought. No, it´s the fact that I hurt Remus. I almost lost my best friend because of my stubborn mind and my careless attitude.

But it seems that Mr. Riddle has just given me an opportunity for redemption. If I can learn about him and his magic, I can pass that knowledge on to Dumbledore and hopefully win back some of the respect and friendship that I have lost due to my own foolish behavior.

A strong hand that scratches me behind my ears pulls me away from my thoughts, and I look up at Riddle again.

"Even though the night can provide one with feelings of calmness and peace, I suggest we make our way back the house."

To show him that I fully agree, I turn around, and trot back to the Mansion. Riddle´s rich laughter fills my ears while he follows me.

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I fe bit bit lost when I´m standing inside Riddle´s chambers once again. What am I supposed to do? Lie on the blanket in front of the hearth? Lie near his bed?

In the end it is Riddle who answers those questions for me. He´s lying on his bed, this time covered with a dark green blanket, and he taps his hand on the empty space besides him.

"Come, big boy. You may sleep on the bed if you´d like."

He doesn´t have to tell me twice. I make my way over to the large bed, and jump on itily.ily. I turn around a couple of times before I lie down, and let out a satisfied sigh.

I try not to think about the fact that I´m currently sharing a bed with Lord Voldemort. I´m not Sirius Black at this moment. I´m a dog. And dogs do sometimes sleep on the bed of their owners. Even a bed that belongs to a Dark Lord.

Riddle shifts his body so he is now facing me, and runs his hand across my furry back. It feels good and I wag my tale a couple of times to let him know.

"You bare an uncanny resemblance to a dog I once knew."

I tilt my ears up out of sheer curiosity. Riddle continues his strokes across my back while his eyes seem to go distant for a moment.

"It was many years ago. A different lifetime it seems. Almost before the world was made."

His eyes regain their sharpness and he rests his hand on my body while his fingers play with my fur.

"I lived in an awful place, filled with many enemies and no friends. Until one day, during the summer, I met a dog, just like you."

I shift my face a little closer to his, to show him my interest in the story. His eyes stare right into mine while a small smile plays around his lips.

"For the first time, I made a friend. A true friend, who did not judge me or belittle me. For a whole summer, I was not a lonely boy of eight years old. I was a person, who mattered to at least one other being on this godforsaken planet."

His voice is soft while he shares this story with me. I can feel his warm breath on my muzzle while his hand resumes stroking my back.

"Of course, it was too good to last. A pathetic orphan did not deserve to have such a loyal friend." His voice has turned harsh, showing the deep emotions he is feeling. "The caretaker returned from his holidays and did not take well to the dog that wandered around the grounds. That filthy Muggle fed my friend poisoned meat."

I let out a soft whine to show my sympathies. It must have been awful for a young boy to lose his only friend like that. The pained look on Riddle´s face confirms that it indeed hit him hard.

"I never expected to ever meet a dog like him again. But here you are."

I wag my tail again to say that, yes, I´m here. And I´m not going anywhere, at least not for a while. I will have to return to Hogwarts eventually, but for now my parents believe that I´m staying with James for the summer. And they are too busy with their own lives to think about me, so I don´t have to worry that they will try to check on me at the Potters.

"Well, if you are going to stay, you will need a name." Riddle´s voice has returned to its usual, almost business like tone, and I wag my tail in agreement.

"Would you like the name I gave my old friend?"

I bark once to let Riddle know that I´d like that very much.

"Wonderful. I will call you Snuffles then."

Snuffles? I too too late to change my mind? Somehow I had expected something a little more...fierce from the notorious Lord Voldemort. I tilt my head up to show him my surprise.

"What? Do you feel too good for that name?" His voice is filled with amusement and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes deepen as he tries to hold back a smile.

I drop my head back on the bed, and sigh defeated. Snuffles. If this ever comes out I´ll never live it down. The mighty Sirius Black named Snuffles by Lord Voldemort himself.

Riddle flicks his fingers and instantly the fire in the hearth extinguishes itself. He strokes my back one last time before he shifts onto his other side.

"Goodnight, Snuffles."

Goodnight, Riddle.

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"Let it be perfectly clear that anyone who harms but a hair on the back of this dog, will have to face my wrath!"

I sit next to Riddle while he addresses his followers. Most are dressed in plain black robes and have their faces covered with white masks. I may not be able to see who they are, but I can smell each and every one of them. Another advantage of being a dog. I can remember every individual scent and will be able to use it if I should ever have to identify possible Death Eaters.

Lucius Malfoy and Walden Macnair are the only ones without a mask, and they stand to the side of Riddle, looking slightly uncomfortable while their Lord continues to tell in great detail how exactly he will punish those who should harm me. I glare at my two former schoolmates and feel oddly satisfied when they both turn away their heads to avoid my stare.

"Now that you have all been warned, let´s go about the business of this day." Riddle scratches me behind my ears, and I lean into the touch. He gives me a brief glance before he looks back at his followers.

"Lucius, your report on last night´s raid, if you will."

Malfoy steps forward, bows lightly to Riddle, and looks at the rest of the wizards assembled in the large ballroom of Riddle Mansion.

"Thank you, my Lord. Yesterday, we visited a small Muggle town to the north of...."

I let all the information fill my mind and try to remember every single detail. Meanwhile I keep my eyes on Riddle and follow his every step. He moves about the hall with his head held high while he listens to Malfoy´s report. He looks so human and at the same time the air of power that surrounds him gives him an almost surreal aura.

I remember Dumbledore´s words, that night when I first learned Voldemort´s true identity.

´A brilliant student. I blame myself for not seeing the signs during his years at Hogwarts. When he disappeared I believed he might not choose the darker side of life after all, but unfortunately I was wrong. He has returned, Minerva, and he´s more powerful than any Wizard I have ever seen.´

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I let out a deep, satisfied sigh while I rest my head on Riddle´s feet. I´m lying under his desk while Riddle reads through his mail and scribbles down letters. We have settled into a comfortable routine since my first night at Riddle Mansion, almost two weeks ago.

Riddle takes me for strolls around the Mansion several times a day, and talks to me about anything and everything during those times. I eat when he eats, always fresh, high quality food, and Riddle often passes me bits and pieces from his own plate. He takes me with him everywhere he goes, which means that I am always present at the gatherings of his followers. I use those moments to store names, places and other details in my mind. And every night I fall asleep on Riddle´s bed, usually with his hand resting on my back and playing with my fur.

It´s a rather scary and disturbing thing to admit, but I´m really starting to like Riddle. I don´t think anyone has ever treated me with the amount of care and respect he shows me. Yes, it frightens me, because this is after all Lord Voldemort we are talking about. A Wizard with a taste for world domination who will stop at nothing. I have seen him cast Cruciatus on his own followers for the slightest mistakes. But instead of feeling disgusted by it, those moments filled me with a strange sense of power. Maybe because Riddle´s hand was always scratching my ears while he tortured his servants.

A sudden knock on the door starts me, and I sit up to let out a suspicious growl. Riddle´s hand is by my side instantly, and he strokes my head to sooth me.

"It´s nothing to worry about, Snuffles."

Riddle sits up while he puts away some of the parchment he was writing on. "Come in."

The door opens, and Macnair appears with a small box in his hands. "The item you requested is finished, my Lord."

Riddle gets up, and approaches Macnair, who hands him the box with a bow of his head.

"Wonderful. You are dismissed."

With another short bow Macnair steps back, and closes the door behind him. I look up at Riddle curiously, wondering what is in the box.

"Come here, Snuffles. I have a present for you," Riddle says while he crouches down, and looks from the box at me and back.

A present? For me?
I get up, and walk over to him quickly. Once I reach him, he opens the box, and takes out a thick, black leather collar with a tiny golden badge attached to it. He takes his time to show me what is carved into the gold.

One side holds my name, Snuffles, in graceful letters, and the other side sports the image of a skull with a snake sliding through it.

I like it.

"I have always wondered where you came from, Snuffles. But I guess that doesn´t matter any longer." Riddle strokes my neck a few times before he closes the collar around it.

"Now you really belong to me." He puts his hands on the sides of my head, and places a soft kiss right on top of my muzzle.

I´m too surprised to react, and simply stare at him while he lets go of me and stands up. "There are a few very strong protection spells on that little badge, my friend. No one will be able to harm you while you wear it."

Riddle moves back to his desk, and continues whatever it was that he was doing before Macnair interrupted us. I take a few deep breaths to get myself back under control. Because somehow this gesture has left me pretty shaken up. Riddle has just given me an item that will protect me. No one has ever done such a thing for me. And he...kissed me. Now, others have done that before, but never with the gentleness he just showed me.

Suddenly I have this urge to feel his hands on me, so I move back to the desk, sit besides Riddle, and place my head on his thigh. His hand strokes my head lazily and I close my eyes, content with the feeling of Riddle´s body so close to mine.

***********************

I lie beneath Riddle´s desk with my head on my front paws. It´s my favorite spot in his chambers, because its where he spends most of his time when he´s not sleeping. I watch as Riddle paces back and forth, his hands folded behind his back. He seems agitated somehow, but I have no idea why.

Someone knocks on the door, and instead of inviting them in, Riddle opens it himself. Lucius Malfoy, looking rather nervous, bows at his Lord, and Riddle gestures him to enter. The moment he has closed the door, Riddle turns to Lucius and looks at him through narrowed eyes.

"I need your services tonight, Lucius."

"Anything to serve you, my..."

"Bend over!"

The sound of fabric rustling fills the room and I tilt my head up to get a better look. Lucius has moved towards the desk and, as Riddle ordered him, is now bend over my hiding place while his black trousers are lying around his ankles. I shift forwards slightly, and look up.

And there is a sight of Lucius Malfoy I never thought I´d see. A pair of hairy testicles dangles in front of the crook of his pale arse.

My anatomy as a dog won´t allow me to grin, but inwardly I chuckle. My mind instantly slips into ´Marauders-mode´ and I almost feel sorry that this arrogant bastard left school already. The blackmail material this would make!

Riddle drops his own trousers, and steps up behind Lucius. With one swift movement of his foot he spreads the legs of the young Slytherin, and strokes his own cock into full hardness. I can´t take my eyes off Riddle´s erection, glistening slightly from the lubricant he has coated it with.

I watch entranced as he positions himself, and trusts into Lucius deeply. That must have hurt, but Malfoy produces nothing more than a soft moan when Riddle starts moving his hips, pumping his cock into Lucius´ hole hard.

While I watch Lucius getting fucked agt tht the desk, a strange feeling invades my mind, and my shackles rise while a low growl escapes my throat. I´m feeling jealous. Which is utterly ridiculous, because I am a dog. What do I expect Riddle to do with me as a dog? I should be grateful for the care Riddle has given me. But I can´t help but feel that it shouldn´t be Lucius whom Riddle is fucking at this moment. It should be me.

Another feeling surges through me, and I´m suddenly very aware of the nice friction the thick carpet that I´m lying on provides when I move my lower body against it. I can´t believe it. Here I am, in my dog form, masturbating against this very expensive Persian carpet, while watching Lord Voldemort shag Malfoy. But my hips are moving on their own accord, and I start to pant when the pleasurable feeling in my body intensifies.

When I reach my climax, a soft howl escapes me, and I briefly close my eyes as I spurt my release on the carpet beneath me. Riddle is moving fast against Malfoy while he lets out deep moans. I can see sweat shining on his thighs as they tighten, and suddenly he stills, throws his head back, and groans loudly as he orgasms.

Riddle pulls out off Lucius the moment he´s done, and reaches for his trousers.

"You are dismissed."

Without saying a word, Lucius pulls up his own slacks, and leaves the room. The minute he´s gone, Riddle bends down, and looks at me in my hiding place. I crawl out from under the desk, and we both stare at my sticky release that has stained his carpet.

Riddle then looks at me with one raised eyebrow. I decide it would be best to just play dumb, and I stare back at him blankly. I am a dog after all.

******************

"We will have company tonight, Snuffles. A young Slytherin who might just prove to be very useful."

I´m stretched out in the middle of Riddle´s chambers and I decide that it´s too hot to respond. It´s the middle of August and even though the sun has set for the night hours ago, the air still feels warm and moist. The worst thing is, Riddle appears to enjoy this temperature, because instead of casting a cooling spell on the room like any normal Wizard would do, he´s merely opened the window to let more warm air in.

"Don´t worry, he will only stay for a little while. After that it will just be you and me for the night, my dear friend."

I wag my tail once, to signal that I´ve heard him. But with this heavy fur coat on my body and no ability to cool off besides running air through my mouth, I´m not planning on moving at all for the rest of the night.

I can hear Riddle move around the room and pick up books and other items once in a while. Despite the heat I feel comfortable lying here, knowing that Riddle is just a few feet away. I´ve gotten used to having him around, I guess. I enjoy his company, his conversation and the way he runs his hands through my fur when we´re alone. It´s been two weeks since the evening I stained his carpet and Riddle hasn´t spoken a word about it ever since. Obviously, neither have I.

The heat makes me drowsy and I doze off a little, barely registering the knock on the door and Riddle´s voice inviting whoever is on the other side to enter his room.

"Lucius, come in. And Mr. Snape. How wonderful to see you this evening."

Snape?

Snape!

I´m on my feet instantly and glare at the dark-haired Slytherin who has just entered the room. I raise my shackles and growl while I expose my teeth.

Much to my amusement, Snape stops dead in his tracks and his face looks even paler than it usually does. I guess the whole Shrieking Shack incident has left its marks on Snape as well. I might not be a vicious werewolf, but I sure can pretend to be a dangerous beast.

"Snuffles, come join me over here, my friend." Riddle has seated himself in front of the unlit fireplace and, after I glance at Snape once more, I walk over to him. I sit down besides him, and place my head on his thigh protectively. Riddle starts stroking me, which calms me down, and I let out a deep sigh.

"Please join me, Mr. Snape. You must excuse my dog. I believe this hot weather makes him rather cranky."

You´ve got that right. And let´s not forget about that slimy git who is now sitting across from us, still eyeing me warily.

"I am most pleased that you have decided to join us, Severus," Riddle says in a smooth voice I have never heard him use before. "May I call you Severus?"

Snape nods and tries to produce a smile, but fails miserably.

"You understand that I must place my mark upon you." Riddle still talks in this almost unnatural smooth voice and Snape again only nods.

"Very well. Raise the sleeve of your left arm."

I´ve heard of the mark Riddle gives his followers, but I´ve never seen it. And now Snape is about to receive it. I pull my head out off Riddle´s lap, and watch with interest as Snape offers his bare left forearm. Riddle takes out his wand, and places the tip on Snape´s pale flesh. A spell muttered so quickly that even I can´t understand it, is followed by Snape´s screams.

I watch with wide eyes as part of his skin starts to swell and almost bursts open when a black image appears. The shape becomes sharper while Snape tries to bite back his screams.

And there it is. A black skull with a snake sliding through it. The same image as the one on my badge.

I feel strangely honored that Riddle gave me his mark, be it in a slightly different way than he does with his followers, and I place my head on his thigh once again.

Snape swallows a few times while he pulls down the sleeve of his robe to cover the mark. "Thank you, my Lord."

"You are most welcome, Severus. Lucius will show you around the mansion and explain a few things to you. I will be seeing you soon, Severus."

I watch Snape and Lucius make their way out off the room. So Snape is now a Death Eater. A piece of information Dumbledore will be most anxious to hear, I´m sure. I feel awfully pleased with myself that I have finally found a reason to get that Slytherin expelled.

"It´s been a long day, my friend. I think I´ll take a cool shower before I retire for the night. Why don´t you go to bed already, Snuffles. I will be there shortly." Riddle scratches me behind my ears one last time before he gets up, and disappears into the bathroom. I stroll towards the bed, hop onto it, and lie down at my usual spot.

I close my eyes and think about cool water, cool air and an annoying black haired Slytherin who will most certainly be expelled to moment I share the things I saw tonight with Dumbledore.

**********************

I wake up a little later when I feel Riddle´s hand run through my fur, and I hear the sound of flesh moving against flesh. I open my eyes and instantly freeze when I see Riddle lying next to me on the bed. His black dressing gown lies open around him, exposing his naked body. His left hand is playing with my fur while his right hand fists his hard cock.

Riddle is wanking off. While he´s stroking me.

My common sense tells me to feel disgusted by what he´s doing, but the rest of my body does not agree. I´m instantly hard myself, and my breathing becomes shallow. Riddle turns his face towards me, neither of his hands stopping what they are doing, and stares at me.

I briefly stare back into his green eyes, dark with desire, before I let my eyes travel down his body. He looks absolutely incredible, just lying there naked. His flesh pale, shining with little droplets of sweat. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remember that Riddle is 50 years old, but he doesn´t look it. His body looks mature, experienced, but not old.

I feel so turned on that for a moment I consider transforming back into my human form, and crush my lips on his. I want to run my hands across his body, touch every exposed piece of flesh. I want to curl my fingers around his cock, lick the little pearls of pre-come from the tip and devour it, sucking until he will fill my mouth with his release. I want to bury myself inside his body and I want to feel him inside of me.

I want all that and much more, but I can´t have it, because I´m a dog. And I don´t think Riddle would react well if his pet dog suddenly transformed into a seventeen year old Gryffindor.

"Do you like what you see?"

Riddle is smiling at me, and by way of answering I gently push my cold, wet nose against his cheek. He stops fisting his cock, and only runs his fingers up and down his erection. I swallow.

"Would you like to take a closer look? Perhaps even taste it?"

Oh dear Merlin, yes! But I´m a dog! I shouldn´t do this. This is wrong in so many ways that I can´t even begin to think of each and every one of them. But my body is not listening to my internal struggle and my head moves downwards, as if I´ve lost control over it.

When my muzzle reaches his groin I´m overwhelmed by the powerful, musky scent of pure lust, and instantly I throw any objection I might have had to this, out off the window. If this is all I´m ever going to be able to do with Riddle, by Merlin, I will.

I run my long, agile tongue up and down his cock and let the salty taste of his pre-come linger in my mouth. I lap across his balls and swirl my tongue over the head of his cock, careful not to scrape my sharp teeth against his sensitive flesh.

Riddle moans and places both hands on my head, his fingers tightening in my black fur. While I lick his hard cock over and over again, my hips start to move against the cotton sheets on the bed. I´m so hard and aroused, that I´m afraid I´ll burst if I don´t come soon.

Suddenly Riddle grabs my head and lifts it so I´m forced to abandon my ministrations on his erection. I look at him, confusion clear on my face, and Riddle gives me a warm smile.

"Don´t worry, my friend. You are doing wonderfully. I was just wondering....., I was thinking....." Riddle seems at a loss for words, something I´ve never seen before. "Perhaps I should just show you."

I lean back while Riddle sits up, and pulls the dressing gown off completely. He then reaches for the nightstand, and extracts a small vial from the drawer. I watch curiously as he turns around, and positions himself on his hands and knees, his naked arse in the air.

I think he wants me to...

Oh boy.

I´m not a virgin by any means, at least not when it comes to women. And I´ve had my share of blowjobs in the Quidditch locker room showers, both on the giving and receiving end. But this...this is something I´ve never thought of before, let alone done it.

Riddle coats his right hand with lubricant, and reaches behind himself. He starts to tease his own opening with his slick fingers and I know I´m lost. I stand up on the bed, and move over to his naked arse. My tongue easily finds his puckered entrance, and I lick it, massage it, coax it to open for me. Riddle moans while he continues to use his fingers to prepare himself. In combination with my wet tongue, he´s ready within a minute.

"Now, my friend."

I lick my lips and swallow the excessive saliva which I´ve been producing ever since Riddle offered his body to me, literally. I raise myself up and mount him. I´m briefly worried if I´m ever going to be able to enter him without the use of my hands, but it appears I worried for nothing. My slick, pointed cock, shaped differently than my own human one, finds Riddle´s entrance without any problem. It takes every bit of restraint that I have not to thrust into that willing body beneath me. I move my hips slowly and groan when my cock slides into his hole.

"Yes, that´s it. Now move."

I don´t really need his instructions to figure that part out. While I tighten my front paws around his upper body, I start to move my hips faster, completely overwhelmed by the hotness and tightness of Riddle´s body.

I lap the sweat up between his shoulders, and nibble on the back of his neck, right below the short, black hair. Riddle´s moans get louder as I trust harder into his body, and I can´t hold back deep groans and growls of pure pleasure. Riddle moves one of his hands beneath his body, and starts to stroke his hard cock in time with my fast and deep trusts.

"Yes, my friend. This feels so good....you feel so good."

Riddle´s voice, deep and filled with lust, sends shivers up my spine and I bury my cock into him as deep as I can with every single trust. This feels so unlike anything I´ve ever felt before, and I´m not sure why that is. Maybe because at the moment I´m a dog, maybe because Riddle is a man or maybe because right now I´m fucking Lord Voldemort, enemy of the free Wizarding world, into the mattress.

"By Salazar!"

Riddle almost screams when he comes and shoots his release onto the crumbled blankets beneath us. His shouts send me over the edge and I produce something between a growl and a howl when my hips spasm and I fill his body with my seed.

I collapse on top of him, completely worn out, panting heavily. Riddle stays still, breathing hard himself. I know I won´t be able to pull out off him anytime soon. I have read up on dogs when I learned what my Animagus form would be. We are coupled and somehow that very idea is perhaps the most arousing thing of all of these night´s events.

I nuzzle the back of his neck, and softly lick every bit of naked skin my tongue can reach. Riddle moans almost silently and reaches on hand up to stroke my head. After what feels like ages and at the same time feels like it is too soon, my cock softens, and I pull out off Riddle carefully. The moment we are separated, Riddle lies down on his stomach and I stretch out besides him. Riddle crosses his arms on the pillow, and rests his face on them. He looks at me with a combination of admiration and adoration and I wish I could wrap my arms around him, pull him close to me.

"If you were a human," Riddle whispers while he moves one hand to stroke my face, "I´d tell you to call me Tom."

Those soft words bury themselves in my heart and at that moment I realize that I´ve fallen for Tom Riddle. Completely.

What was supposed to be a simple mission to gather information has turned out to be the best time of my life. I´ve found someone who respects me, cares for me, perhaps even loves me. And the realization that I won´t be able to stay crushes my heart.

We stare at each other for a long time until finally sleep is ready to claim our satisfied minds.

"Goodnight, my dear Snuffles."

Goodnight, my dear Tom.

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He looks so damn beautiful, just lying there naked. I watch him and try to memorize every line, every curve, every single detail of his body. He seems at peace when he sleeps, no traces of his sometimes vicious nature or arrogant attitude. Just a beautiful man.

I knew it would come to this. I knew that this summer would end, and that I had to leave at some point. But now that I´m about to walk out on Tom, I feel a lump in my throat and a cold hand squeezing around my heart.

I don´t want to go. Every single inch of me wants to stay here with Tom, in our room, in our bed, sharing lust and passion as we have done every night for these last two weeks. But I don´t have any other choice. I´ve thought of all possible scenarios over and over again. I could show Tom my true form, but I´m so afraid that he won´t accept it. I could stay here as Snuffles, but as much as I enjoy being a dog, I enjoy being a human more.

And to be honest, I´m not ready to join his ranks. I don´t want to help destroy the Wizarding world. I just want to be with Tom, not have to worry about enemies and death and destruction. But I know that I can never have that. So I´ll just leave, cherish the moments we shared, and hang on to the memory of a truly unique man who cared for me during a summer that changed my life forever.

I stand next to the bed and watch him sleep. I should go. I don´t have much time left. I only have one day to gather my things at home and buy my new school supplies in Diagon Alley. But turning around and heading out that door seems impossible to do. I wish I could say goodbye. I wish I could tell him what he means to me and that I´ll never forget him. But what can I do? Leave a note that says: ´Dear Tom, sorry had to go, love you, Snuffles.´ That´s not going to work. I´ll just have to abandon him and hope that he will find it within himself to forgive me for it.

But I can´t leave without one thing. I have to, even though the risk is enormous. I transform into my human form and, for the first time, look at him through my human eyes. He´s sound asleep, a small smile on his lips, his breathing even. I place my fingers on his cheek and hold back a gasp as I touch his pale skin with my human hands. I bend down, and brush my lips across his mouth, careful not to wake him. His lips feel soft and I´m so tempted to kiss him, to feel his tongue against mine. But I don´t.

I stand up, look at him one last time, and walk towards the door. The moment I open it, I transform back into Snuffles, and make my way through the dark corridors of Riddle Mansion. Macnair is standing near the front doors, keeping watch, and when he sees me he opens the doors for me. He has no idea that I won´t come back and all he knows is that I´ll just go outside to do my business. I almost feel sorry for Walden, knowing what Tom will do to him if he finds out Macnair let me out the night I disappeared without a trace.

I run across the gardens towards the forest that surrounds the grounds. I have hidden my broomstick there and, although it has been two months since I did so, I find it without any problems. I transform back into my human form, and grab my broom, feeling a little uncomfortable walking around as a young man. I´ve been a dog for two months. I guess it´s not surprising that it should feel a little weird walking on two legs again instead of four.

I run a hand through my hair and down my face, and suddenly I feel the collar, which is still around my neck. I remove ind lnd look at it for a long time. Time which I don´t have and the minute I realize that, I tuck the collar into my robes, and mount my broom. I kick off, and fly towards my parents´ house, ready to face the real world again.

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"Mr. Black. What can I do for you today?"

I walk towards Dumbledore´s desk, and nod at the Headmaster, who smiles at me in return.

"Sit down, Sirius. Tea, perhaps?" Dumbledore gestures with his hands for me to sit down in one of the chairs, and then conjures up a steaming pot of tea. I have learned a long time ago that it´s no use to refuse tea from the Headmaster, so I wait patiently as he pours me a cup, and hands it to me.

"Thank you, Sir. I have some information that I think you might like to hear." I sip my tea and look at the Headmaster, who seems to be studying me through his half moon spectacles.

"And what would that be, Sirius?"

"Severus Snape is a Death Eater."

The reaction is instant. Dumbledore´s face tightens, the twinkle no long there in his eyes, and he purses his lips.

"And why do you think this, Sirius?" Dumbledore doesn´t seem to believe me. I try to remain calm and think of a good way to tell Dumbledore what I know, without confessing where I´ve been all summer.

"I saw his mark, Sir. When he was playing Quidditch yesterday." There, that should do it.

"Did you now." Dumbledore´s face still holds a most serious expression and his eyes narrow just a bit. Then he suddenly gets up, and walks towards me. I put my cup of tea on his desk, and get up myself. Dumbledore stops only inches away from me, and stares right into my eyes.

"What I am about to tell you, Mr. Black, may never leave this office. Do you understand?"

I nod, speechless and a little shocked at Dumbledore´s harsh tone.

"I know about your feelings towards Mr. Snape. The so-called prank you pulled on him last year was evidence enough that you would not mind seeing Mr. Snape die a gruesome death."

Great. Does he have to bring that up again?

"I have my own reasons for not expelling you after what you did, but that does not mean that I condone the least bit of your insane behavior."

I lower my gaze because I know that if I stare into Dumbledore´s cold eyes any longer I´ll either break down or punch him in his face.

"Your actions led Mr. Snape straight into the arms of Voldemort. The resentment he felt towards others after you had almost gotten him killed made him the perfect target for Voldemort´s followers, and they were able to convince him to join the Dark Lord´s forces. I suspected as much, and have spent many hours trying to talk some sense into Mr. Snape. And finally, we came to a agreement."

I look up, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Mr. Snape is a spy, working for me."

I blink. I had not expected that. I was entirely sure that slimy Snape was a brainless Death Eater, out to destroy the world. But that bastard just had to turn all noble at the last minute. The knowledge that Snape works as a spy for Dumbledore makes me hate him even more.

"Again, Mr. Black. This information will not leave this office. If I find out you have discussed this with anyone, be it your friends or others, my repercussions will be great."

I believe him.

"And, Mr. Black, be advised that I will be watching you this year. If you step but an inch out of line, show anything but polite behavior towards Mr. Snape or share information with others that is not meant for them, I will have your wand!"

"Yes, Sir." My voice sounds thick and harsh and I can feel my eyes begin to fill with tears. I stare down at my feet and briefly consider telling Dumbledore everything, only to get him to stop looking at me like I´m the worst thing that has ever happened to the Wizarding world. Tell him about the wards at Riddle Mansion, tell him the names of all the Death Eaterve sve seen there, tell him about the kinds of magic Tom uses...

Tom.

No, I won´t betray him. I can´t. Even if it means that I´ve forever lost Dumbledore´s respect.

"That will be all, Sirius." Dumbledore turns around, and walks back to his desk. I don´t respond, but just storm out of the office, blinded by the tears that have started to stream across my face.

I burst into the first empty classroom I can find, and fall to my knees in the middle of it. And I cry. I bury my face in my hands and I cry for leaving Tom and for almost betraying him. I cry for my own stupidity for thinking I could get away with setting Snape up like I did. I cry for the pain I feel when I remember Dumbledore´s cold eyes and harsh tone. I cry until I feel completely empty inside.

I remain in the empty classroom long after my sobs have stopped and my tears have dried up. I stare out of the window at the night´s sky and wonder what Tom is doing at that moment. I wonder if he misses me as much as I miss him.

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"Padfoot, are you all right?"

"Huh?"

I look up from my Transfiguration textbook which I´ve been staring at for the past hour, and meet Remus´ amber eyes.

"Really, Sirius, you´ve been acting strange ever since school started. What´s going on with you?"

I stare at my textbook again while I think of something to say. I tuck my hand into the pocket of my jeans, and let the tiny golden badge slip through my fingers over and over again. A custom I have picked up a couple of months ago. It´s the only physical evidence I have of my relationship with Tom, and at moments like these it calms me to touch it.

"Maybe I´m just bettering my life?" I offer while I give Remus my most innocent smile.

"Ha! The great Sirius Black bettering his life?" James jumps from his bed onto mine, his glasses slipping dangerously low on his nose. "Not likely, Padfoot."

I snort and glare at both young men who sit next to each other and glare right back at me.

"Okay. I´m not bettering my life." I put my textbook away, and cross my arms. "It´s just, school will be over in two months and we´ll have to figure out what to do with the rest of our lives, and that kind of worries me."

"Really?" Peter sits down next to James and looks oddly relieved. "I worry about that all the time. I never thought it would be bothering you though."

I shrug and give Peter a small smile. Remus looks amused, but James has a confused expression on his face.

"What´s all this nonsense about not knowing what to do with the rest of your life?" James stands up on my bed, wobbles a bit until he finds his balance, and then spreads his arms dramatically. "We are going to be the best Aurors who have ever lived. We will be the ones to kill Voldemort once and for all."

Damn you, Tom, for being the man who you are.

"Watch out, Lord Voldiesnort. Here come the Marauders!" James throws himself back on the bed, while Remus and Peter laugh. I try to laugh, but it´s not an easy thing to do when your best friend has just talked about killing the man you love.

James pushes his glasses back up his nose, and looks at all three of us. "I´m not joking, you know. Let´s make a vow." He sticks out his hand and automatically Peter, Remus and I do the same. We place our hands on top of each other and look at James again.

"We will become Aurors. We will help each other through the training if we have to." James speaks in a low and conspiring tone. "We will fight evil. We will make this wor bet better place to live in, for the sake of love and puppies and whatnot."

"I swear." Peter says, and Remus chimes in. "Me too."

James looks at me expectantly, and I give him a grin. "If it´s for the sake of puppies, I´m in."

"Good!" James beams at all of us. "I swear as well."

I look at my three best friends and silently pray for Merlin to give me the strength to keep this vow.

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