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My Past Will Always Catch Up	By : Talana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 23730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: My Past Will Always Catch up

Author: Allanasha Ke Kiri

Summary: After the deaths of both Ron and Hermione in their seventh year, Harry ran. The pressure was too much; they thought he'd be back, after he realized they needed him. But he never returned, just ran and hid in the one place he was sure no one would look for him.

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual content

Pairing: Voldemort/Harry

Chapter 10

"Harry!"

Everyone stopped. I froze. A moment later, a female barreled into me, pinning my arms to my sides. I could only stand there and blink at the black hair in my face.

"I missed you, little Potter," she said, twisting slightly, taking me with her. I think I was in shock. Maybe that was why I wasn't escaping…

Who the hell told her where I worked? My money was on Voldemort … or Nott. Neither liked me at the moment.

"You didn't come to see me or anything. I was oh so lonely without you."

At the sound of my co-workers laughter, I finally managed to break away from her. Hopefully, my eyes didn't show my shock.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, frowning.

She slumped and pouted, looking like a child.

"Who is this charming lady, Raven?" Michael asked, coming up next to me. He knew better than to touch me, thank Merlin.

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

He grinned at me. "Lover?"

I shuddered, violently. Michael and the others stared at me. Bellatrix giggled. She bloody giggled.

"Mother," she said, grinning.

Everyone blinked at her.

"Mother?" David asked, amazed.

She laughed and attached herself to my arm. I held in a pained groan.

"Well, not really," I could hear her pouting. "But I've all but adopted him. Before he got lost, I was his mummy Bella."

Snickers rang through the dancers. My eyes narrowed at them, but it didn't make them stop. I can only imagine how not intimidating I was at the moment. What with my mummy bella hanging on my arm.

"You've been summoned, Harry," she said, pulling away from me.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm about to start working," I told her.

"He's not going to like being ignored."

I shrugged, then decided it wasn't in my best interest to completely ignore him.

"Tell him I'll come when my shift is over. Sometime after midnight."

She blinked once, then grinned. "He'll be happy with that," she told me, leaving down (yes, she was taller than me) to kiss me on my forehead. I held in a grimace.

She grinned at me once more before prancing away.

"Summoned?" Michael asked, curiously.

I shrugged. "She's a servant. Apparently before I forgot everything, he was rather fond of me. He wants to make sure I'm well, or something."

Kind of true … and it'd get Michael off my back. The others seemed to buy it.

"No offense, Rae," David said as we entered the club. "But your mum's seems a little …"

"Insane?" I offered. "I noticed."

"Oh, good."

My shift ended much too quickly, the walk home went much too fast, and talking to Evan was much too easy. It led to me standing before Voldemort before I wanted to be … not that I ever wanted to be standing in front of him, but the thought remains. My distaste didn't show though. If there was one thing I'd gotten good at over the years, it was a blank face.

I stood before his desk, arms crossed, the picture of annoyance. The only thing missing was a tapping foot, but I didn't want to be completely cliché … besides there was only so much he'd put up with. Voldemort wasn't even looking at me. He was paying attention to papers on his desk.

"I don't have time to wait all night," I drawled, finally.

He didn't look up. "Had you come when I summoned, you would not have to wait."

I raised an eyebrow. "If you don't have time for me, I'll come back another time."

I turned to go.

"Stay."

I frowned. "I'm not a dog," I told him, continuing towards the door.

Silence. Maybe I'd actually get away?

"Harry," he sounded exasperated. That was an interesting change.

I stopped, turning to raise an eyebrow at him. He stood from his desk, waving me forward.

"Come here, Harry."

He was being odd ….

I moved back across the room. His eyes looked me over. Muggles and Wizards are all the same. Once in front of the desk, I crossed my arms, keeping my eyebrow raised at the Dark Lord. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a vial.

"The potion I promised you," he said, placing it on the desk well within my reach. "The one to take away your pain where I'm involved."

I nodded.

Did I believe that was all it would do? No. After all, there wasn't any precedent to what we had (connection wise), so it was unlikely that it'll only affect the link.

"It lasts about 3 hours," Voldemort said. "Though it does dull all of your pain senses."

Oh, he's actually telling me this? Wow … guess he does want me to trust him … Insert grimace here.

"I see," I said, reaching for the vial. Picking it up, I examined the liquid within. Not that I had any hope of recognizing it. The potion was light purple, almost a lavender, and thin. Well, that'd make it easier to go down.

"It's not poison," Voldemort told me. "I told you before, if I wanted you dead, you'd already be so."

My eyebrow rose again. "I'm not allowed to observe it?" I asked. "I'm trying to remember … This potion doesn't ring any bells."

Of course it didn't, I never took it. Voldemort didn't know that though. He gave me a small smile … it looked condescending.

"Of course, Harry," he said. My eyes narrowed at him. I really didn't like that.

I refrained from saying anything, focusing instead on uncorking the vial. My scar was throbbing. And since I planned on going to bed after this, I could deal with three hours of dull pain sensors. I tossed it back with a grimace. A moment later, my eyes fell closed; the pain in my head faded.

"Good to know it still works," Voldemort said.

I wondered what his excuse would have been had it not worked. Probably that I'd grown immune at some point. Nonetheless, I 'hmmed' lightly, opening my eyes. The first thing I noticed was Voldemort, smirking at me.

"Better?"

"Yes."

"Good."

I watched him with wary eyes as he walked … stalked around the desk.

"It is amazing how much you haven't changed."

I raised an eyebrow. Haven't changed? What the fuck?

He chuckled. "Well, you have changed, but you're still fiery tempered, impulsive, quick to act.

He raised a hand, laying it against my cheek. I instinctively flinched, but no pain came. Impressive. I still didn't want him touching me though.

"So beautiful," he murmured, causing me to blink.

Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

Fuck.

I froze, eyes widening in disbelief. His hand slipped behind my head, holding me in place. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, and his tongue was in my mouth. I don't even know how it got there, I didn't remember opening it.

My tongue was coaxed into moving with his. A small noise worked its way up from the back of my throat, but I didn't bother (didn't want to) identify it. My hands rose to rest on his chest, but they didn't push him away. He pulled me closer, pressing against me with a groan.

Finally, I managed to pull back. He let me, but didn't let my body move away from his. The last time I'd been kissed had been five months ago by a drunkard. So not the same …damn, I really needed to get laid if I was thinking Voldemort's kiss was great. Not that I'd had a lot of experience mind; just the once with Cho, and several drunkards who didn't understand 'no'.

Voldemort smirked at me. I just raised an eyebrow (again).

"Men have hurt for less than that," I told him, relieved that my voice was even.

"Good," was his reply. "I don't share."

The Dark Lord was possessive? Oh joy. My eyebrow arched higher, unimpressed.

"I don't believe I agreed to anything."

His smirk grew. "You didn't, yet. I still don't share, Harry."

"Hmm. I really need my sleep, Voldemort," I told him, pushing slightly on his chest in the hopes that he'd release me. He didn't, of course.

"Running already? That's not like you."

I blinked, suddenly insulted. "I'm not running away."

Liar. It's amazing how much my inner voice sounds like Voldemort right now…

"I have to get up early. It's the day I promised to see those muggle children you seem to detest so much."

His good mood seemed to slip away. Good. I was familiar with this Voldemort.

"And what would they say if they knew what you were?" he asked, voice not happy.

I shrugged, wishing he'd release me. "Don't know. It's a good thing they wont find out from me, isn't it?" My voice held a challenge in it, but I knew he wouldn't do it. He didn't want any muggles knowing about us."

He released me. I took the opportunity to step away from him. Voldemort walked towards a bookshelf. I leaned against his desk, resting my hands on the wood as I watched him.

He turned back to me. "If I am going to allow this-"

I snorted. Allow? When, exactly had I asked for permission?

"-You're going to spend more time here, around your own kind."

I blinked at him.

"You will bring your wand, and re-learn everything you've forgotten."

"And when, exactly, am I supposed to do this? Between the orphanage-" Voldemort started. "-and work, I don't have any free time."

He was silent a moment. "You only go to the muggles once a week. You need not come on that day."

Oh, how kind! I nearly gagged.

"Well, I suppose I could do that," I said, thoughtfully. It could be nice to use my wand again.

Voldemort smiled, and it was a very predatorily smile. I watched as he stalked forward, forcing my nerves down so my gaze was completely unimpressed. He didn't stop until his hands were resting on either side of me. My head was tilted back, staring up at him.

"Where did you get that snake?" he asked.

I blinked. I hadn't been expecting that. "A friend of the bosses," I told him with a shrug. "We've danced a couple of times."

"I would love to see it again."

"I'll let you know the next time Seran joins me onstage."

He smirked again, leaning down so that he was barely a breath from my lips. I tensed.

"I was thinking of a more private showing."

Before I could reply, his lips were on mine. It was more demanding than the last one. I had no choice but to submit to it, especially when his hand tangled in my hair. He leaned forward, forcing me backwards and off balance. My hands rose to his shoulders to keep me at least partly upright.

When he pulled away, I was literally breathless. I blinked at him.

"I should go," I told him after a moment, my voice normal (thank Merlin and whatever gods are up there). "As I've said before, I've an early day."

"Of course," Voldemort replied, released me. He reached around me, grabbing a package that had been on his desk, and handed it to me. "More of the potion. Use it when I summon you."

I nodded, waiting for him to move before getting off the desk. Which, now that I thought about it, probably hadn't been the best of places to lean. He probably thought I was inviting him or something.

"I will," I told him before walking to the door. I felt his eyes on me the entire way, but I didn't look back.

I didn't dare.

Okay, so it's literally been forever since I've updated this … but I've been busy with life and … stuff. Sorry about the really long wait everyone. I hope this makes up for it.

And look! Voldemort/Raven(Harry) action. Finally. What do you guys think? Does it seem forced or anything? I hope everyone seemed to stay in character here. Tell me if you think I completely frelled it or something.
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