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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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03/09/2012

Thank you to everyone who reviewed and rated. I hope you continue to enjoy. The next few chapters are smex-less but deal with the Wizengamot and lead into the next part.

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The Forever Game

Courting and Consolidation

       Harry didn’t know everything of Voldemort’s plans but he did know they were proceeding exactly as the older wizard wished and he smiled. His beloved didn’t mind adversity, and positively loved it when someone was troublesome but he was so kittenish when everything was going his way and Harry did so love that side of him. Harry dressed properly before he sat back at his desk, quickly tidying his notes before he grabbed his bag and ran for the floo. He was home schooled but that didn’t mean he could be late!

       The black haired wizard grinned at his siblings when he saw that he got there just before his teacher. Since they were home schooled, they started young so little Bryony was there to even though she was seven. He smiled when their teacher entered and took up his place at the front. He’d been at Hogwarts for four and a bit years so it had taken a little to get used to having one teacher teaching them but he was used to it now. They were all used to it and their results spoke for themselves. Their Mum and Dad helped out in the evenings, working their way through homework and it gave their family a lot of time together.

       The only time he went back to Hogwarts now was to do the standardised testing that were the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s which was what he was studying for now. He’d do his N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year and while his parents would be proud of him no matter how he did, he wanted to repeat his O.W.L. results. He suspected that his Mum and Dad had been chuffed when he’d broken the previous records. As well they should be since it was one against Dumbledore.

       And anything that could be done against Dumbledore should be done. He didn’t know all of Dumbledore’s plots but he knew the exact time his parents had been freed.

       It had been the Halloween of his fifth year and he’d just pulled his most successful prank yet. He suspected some of the teachers had figured out the culprit was him but most were attributing the prank to his little brother, Edmund who had just started Hogwarts. At least they didn’t punish him without proof so that was something since Harry didn’t want to have to apologise to Ed. As had become normal for him he was waiting in an empty class room for the Dark Lord and Harry had shivered slightly. He knew the risks the wizard was taking just to visit him but he couldn’t find it within himself to insist the older man stay away. He needed to see him, to see his red eyes and feel the man’s almost over whelming power. He needed to taste him again.

       “Harry,” his name was whispered into his ear and the young wizard smiled as warm arms closed around him.

       Harry had no idea how the Dark Lord got through Hogwart’s supposedly great defences but he didn’t care. The dark wizard’s lips were warm and he tasted as good as he remembered and Harry lost himself to the moment.

       It was very short lived and Harry yelped when his arms were grabbed and the Dark Lord pushed him away, red eyes burning as he examined Harry. The wizard snarled and the young wizard felt a small stab of fear and he remained silent as the Dark Lord leaned in close, breathing deeply.

       “Have you been to the Mediwitch lately?” The question came through gritted teeth.

       Harry savagely shook his head, his breath coming in short gasps as he wondered what was wrong. One hand was removed from his bicep and the Dark Lord drew his wand and traced through a complicated charm that ended with the tip of the polished wood being placed on Harry’s forehead.

       “As I thought,” the older wizard muttered.

       “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, gulping as he imagined all sorts of things.

       “Someone has been giving you a potion.”

       “What?”

       “My thought exactly. From the smell, it is a love potion. Thankfully they have used a two part potion so that you don’t fall in love with the first bimbo you see. I don’t know who they are, but make no mistake, my little one, I will not tolerate any challenges for you.”

       “I didn’t know!” Harry felt the need to protest against the burning anger he could feel in the Dark Lord.

       For a moment his voice didn’t seem to reach the man, then his gaze softened as he blinked, looking back at Harry. “I know you didn’t,” the Dark Lord agreed, once again pulling Harry into his embrace. “But you must understand, I consider you mine, and I look after what is mine.”

       “I’m not a thing.”

       “No, you are my mate, the one who will complete me and the only reason we have not consummated that bond is because you are not of age. Taking another lover is not an option.”

       “I don’t want another lover! I want you but I don’t want you thinking I knew about this.”

       For a moment Voldemort stilled and then Harry was pulled close to the Dark Lord, strong arms crushing him to the older wizard’s chest. “I do not and will never blame you for this, but I want that potion out of your system right now.”

       “Can you cleanse it or will it require a counter potion?”

       “A counter,” the Dark Lord said and Harry could hear his disgust.

       “What’s wrong?”

       “It’s not an easy potion, and I don’t know who I would trust to brew it correctly, which makes me wonder who could be giving you the potion in the first place, since it is not student level.”

       Harry blinked. While he had been disinterested he had noticed that some of the females were paying more attention to him this year but he couldn’t pick out any he thought had given him this potion, though getting rid of it, that was definitely a concern. He’d never actually seen what bad potion could do but he’d heard enough stories to know he did not want it happening to him. He really didn’t know that many good potions brewers except for... “What about my Mum?”

       “Your Mother is a Charms mistress,” the Dark Lord objected.

       “I know but she is a Class A rated Potion Brewer.”

       “You’re sure?”

       Harry nodded. “She got the rating so she could brew all the household potions.”

       Harry had then followed the Dark Lord through the corridors of Hogwarts. The wizard hadn’t bothered creeping or slinking but had instead been confident and they had somehow encountered no one. The night was mild but Harry shivered as he realised the likely reaction of his parents... to any number of things.

       “I’m not going to kill them little one,” the Dark Lord almost seemed amused as he picked up on Harry’s trepidation. “I will explain a few things. In a sense I will be setting them free.”

       He grasped at that hope. “What do you mean?”

       “You Father is a very powerful man, we’ve discussed this before. He leads what is known as the Moderates which are about a forty percent block of the Wizengamot. That’s one of the reasons Dumbledore has always kept him close. The remaining Wizengamot is broken into smaller factions who vote together or apart depending on how their interests align. About thirty percent are sworn to me. Now, do you remember when you were five and you heard your Father and Dumbledore arguing?”

       They were just coming up on the Hogwart’s boundary wards and the question caught Harry by surprise. It took him a moment but he remembered that the Headmaster had said some very odd things that day. Harry nodded.

       “Why did your Father change his mind? He liked the policies, he thought they were reasonable but needed a bit of work so why did he then vote against them?”

       Harry frowned, trying to remember clearly. His Dad had been supportive and then... Harry gasped. “Dumbledore forced him?”

       The older wizard smiled. “Exactly. It’s taken me a very long time to find the few pertinent details about the Headmaster that I needed but now that I know, it’s only a matter of time before I rip his immortal heart out.”

       “Dumbledore is immortal!?” Harry gasped the question.

       “In the same way I am immortal, my little one,” Voldemort answered and Harry was struck again by how inhumanely beautiful the man was. Looking up at him, seeing his perfect form Harry could well believe the one the wizards called the Dark Lord was immortal. “Now, I will petrify your Mother and Father and explain the truth to them once I remove any controlling charms and compulsions of which I expect to find quite a few. That will do most of my explanation anyway but I need you to take charge of your little brothers and sisters. Is your Mother pregnant again?”

       Harry frowned recalling the letters from home. “I don’t think so.” No one had mentioned anything but since he had nine siblings, it was always a possibility.

       “I’ll be careful anyway,” the Dark Lord had said with an almost shocking good humour before he reached out to take Harry’s arm and they had apparated.

       “Harry!” His teacher’s voice broke into his reverie. “Did you finish studying those transfiguration chapters?”

       Harry blushed, a little ashamed to be caught wool gathering but he shook his head, looking down towards his notes.

       “I see. Try to make sure you do not fall behind. This will be a difficult year for you, especially if you want to do well in your N.E.W.T.s.”

       Harry nodded. It would be a difficult year for him studying and keeping up with his beloved but he’d managed for a few months, he could manage for longer especially as his Dark Lord wanted him to study. At least his parents would understand. They would already know about the change in government so would hopefully realise that he had been rather central in the Minister’s private celebrations and so wouldn’t be annoyed when he told them he hasn’t been able to finish his homework.

       They didn’t always like it but they knew exactly whose bed their eldest son slept in. They had had a few years to come to terms with the thought but Harry knew, and they had made it clear to him that he would always be their son and they would always want what was best for him. They knew Voldemort was the best mate for him but the past made them nervous and they had tried to explain it to him once. Knowing that the best mate for him was a man who wold not be afraid to kill thousands because he already had was nothing they had ever envisaged for him. Harry loved the fact that his parents were also strong enough to admit that a lot of what they had envisaged was tainted by the compulsions of another but there was one thing they did know because they had both felt it, the new Minister of Magic did love him and would always love him. And if he was with a loving partner, that was all they could really ask for.

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I hope this chapter begins to explain how Harry is home schooled yet went to Hogwarts :D The next chapter should clear it up entirely.

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