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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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15/09/2012

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This is the first chapter in Companion. As I’ve said earlier, this fic is broken into three overlapping parts. Courting is where Voldemort is wooing Harry. Consolidation is during the time Harry is slowly becoming accepted as an equal and Companion, which starts now, shows how Harry is the Companion of the Dark Lord and his Co-Ruler and what they do once they rule. No much happens on Companion now, though Harry makes his first ‘real’ decisions to becoming that.

On with the show!

The Forever Game

Courting, Consolidation and Companion

       “Neville still has the power to vanquish you.”

       “Then you had better train him well.” Glowing red eyes bored into Dumbledore’s artfully fading blue and that was all Voldemort had said to the old immortal for quite some time. There was nothing more to say if Dumbledore was still going to pursue the false prophecy.

       And so now, five years later, he found himself looking into blue eyes again, a soft smile gracing his features with the knowledge he had finally won.

       “I did warn you to train him well,” Voldemort murmured.

       They were in a chamber those who were sensible would realise existed, but no one would ever find. It was deep underground and was only accessible via apparition. Dumbledore, stripped of his age illusions, was chained to an altar in the centre with dragon forged steel. A few tests had confirmed that the Headmaster truly was a cambion and while the Dark Lord still didn’t know exactly how old the Headmaster was, without illusion he still retained his youthful good looks. It was comforting to look upon the captive wizard and to see the evidence that his own visage would not change for centuries. The Headmaster was unconscious and Voldemort had taken the liberty of putting blocks on his magic to prevent escape when he awoke. Around the altar, drawn in specially designed runes was a ceremonial circle. It had taken the Dark Lord almost a decade to complete that circle. The initial design was instinctual, the final details had required him to raise a myriad of demons, incubi and succubi, each one revealing a tiny fraction of the knowledge he required.

       Neville Longbottom was chained to the wall, his breathing shallow and his heart beat laboured. He’d been the unwilling blood donor for the runes and now that his role was finished, Voldemort had little interest in the supposed prophecy child’s future.

       Harry was standing outside the circle of runes, idly twisting his rightful wand between his fingers, smiling down at it. The holly and phoenix feather wand almost seemed to be glowing in Harry’s hands. It was a sight which should make the older wizard sigh with love but Voldemort felt his heart contract in fear. He was almost willing to risk losing Harry to the cycle of rebirth than ask him to do what was necessary. Almost! Though he suspected for the next few weeks, maybe even months he would feel the pain of this decision. In the end, the reward would be worth the pain.

       And there would be pain. But this was the only way Voldemort knew to ensure his beloved was immortal. He just hadn’t found a way to break it to his Harry yet. And since he had personally trained Harry in the art of duelling, he wasn’t sure he wanted to break it to him. The green eyed wizard was good with his secondary wand, now that he had his primary one, he would be unstoppable.

       “So what is all this for?” Harry finally asked flicking his hand through an encompassing motion as he sheathed his wand.

       “It’s to kill the old man,” he replied almost testily.

       Harry frowned. “You don’t seem happy. I thought you’d enjoy killing him after all this time.”

       “I’m not going to kill him, you are.”

       “I... what?” Harry blinked. “Why am I killing him? You deserve to kill him.”

     “I don’t deny it but this is the best way to make you immortal.”

       “What aren’t you telling me?” Harry asked suspiciously.

       Voldemort sat back in the chair he’d conjured and he touched two fingers to his temple as he fought off the impending headache. “We’ve confirmed that Dumbledore is a cambion which doesn’t confer immortality but holds the potential for it. The ritual that gives a cambion immortality is rather simple and more a matter of will but it does require some external elements. I realise it doesn’t necessarily follow that immortality can be transferred and usually you’d be right but while it pains me to admit it, as cambions we share certain traits. If I activate them correctly, I can alter a mortal who bears his life essence and confer upon that mortal the potential for immortality.”

       “Life essence?” Harry ground out. He knew what that meant. “You want me to fuck him?”

       The Dark Lord forced himself to sound calm as he tried to explain. “Cambion potential for immortality comes from their father.”

       “I’m aware of that.”

       “You think I’m happy with this?” Voldemort snapped as he lost patience. He was as upset about this as Harry was. “I have known that this is what would have to happen since you were seven and I’ve been trying for all that time to find another way. While there are other ways of becoming immortal, there are no other ways I trust.” Not even Horcruxes and he had more than one of those, though with Dumbledore soon to be dead he intended to absorb them back into the whole. The Dark Lord rose and strode over to Harry, raising his hands to caress his mate’s face. “I do not want you anywhere near him but I do not want to lose you either,” the red eyed wizard said, allowing his need to enter his voice as he looked deep into Harry’s green eyes. “I could Imperio you..?” The offer was tentative though gentle.

       Harry raised his arms and rested them on Voldemort’s hips to loosely embrace his beloved. Green eyes closed as he considered. There was a sick feeling in the back of his throat. Since he’d come of age he’d learnt so much. He knew what being the mate of a Dark Lord involved and he was not so ignorant to believe that everything was roses and he accepted that. He was not so naïve as to think that if it did not affect him then it did not matter but this was the first time that his beloved had ever asked him to do something that was... Harry shuddered. “No Imperio,” he said finally, swallowing hard as he opened his eyes looking up into Voldemort’s red orbs.

       “Please,” the Dark Lord begged. “Let me, it will make it easier for you.”

       “No Imperio,” Harry repeated, his eyes becoming hard. He knew his lover was only trying to make this easier for him, but the suggestion made him feel weak. That he had to have sex with Dumbledore was bad enough, that he would be helpless while doing it... While in one way it would be easier, it would not give him comfort. “Open your mind,” he demanded.

       “What?”

       “Open your mind. You’ve been into mine heaps so let me into yours right now,” Harry ordered.

       The Minister didn’t understand but he complied and was once again struck by how much power he had willingly given the young wizard in his arms. No one had ever been freely let into his mind, yet for Harry while he was confused and worried he was opening a way through his defences. After a moment, he nodded at his beloved. “Go ahead.”

       An instant later he felt a soft touch, like feathery fingers tickling all over him and Voldemort recognised that as Harry’s mental probe. He kept his eyes locked on to Harry’s green orbs, making it easier though it didn’t seem like his lover needed the help. He was surprisingly skilful and the Dark Lord was shocked by how deeply and how quickly his darling sank into his memories.

       Harry was looking for specific things, that was obvious and every memory he touched on was associated with immortality. Voldemort’s mind was well ordered, so the information was easily found, though for anyone else, it would be a nightmare.

       After what seemed forever, but was only a few minutes the Dark Lord felt Harry withdraw. Physically the younger wizard drew closer to him, laying his head against the Dark Lord’s chest which pushed the older wizard’s arms over his shoulders. Harry was trembling but Voldemort wasn’t surprised. His cherished one had just seen what he had known for years; there really was no other way but this abhorrent ritual.

       Finally Harry took a deep breath and drew back slightly. “All right,” he said softly his voice thick with loathing, “but you will watch every minute. And... I’ll think of more things later.”

       He couldn’t even manage a weak smile as he nodded and shifted to hand Harry a small vial of red liquid. The young wizard took it and downed it in a single gulp.

       Having seen the mechanics of the ritual in Voldemort’s mind Harry knew exactly how it was meant to proceed and what he had to do but there was no joy in his movements. This nauseating ritual was merely an investment in the future. There would be physical pain as the runic circle would force his body to recognise the immortal aspects in Dumbledore’s semen that were inherited from his immortal father and then to apply them to Harry’s entire form. But that would be nothing against the knowledge that he had willingly violated himself.

       If it was only about sex then it would not have been an issue. Harry could not remember how many times he’d had Voldemort’s immortal seed lovingly pumped into him. If that was all it took to be immortal, then he would already be but it was more than that. He’d just taken Dumbledore’s blood and he would have willingly drank every drop in the codger rather than do this but his Dark Lord’s memories were clear on blood based immortality. Vampires were immortal but they held too many weaknesses.

       Cambion potential for immortality came from their immortal fathers. Though the seed that sired them was originally human, it passed through two immortal bodies and was changed by that before it impregnated the human mother. A cambion had four parents; the human male, the succubi, the incubi and the human mother. That combination gave the child the potential for immortality and most cambions underwent the necessary ritual to activate it once they came of age. Any children the cambion sired, if they were even capable of it, would be long lived, but not immortal.

       And that was where this disgusting ritual came into effect. After he had taken Dumbledore’s life giving essence into him and it had to be taken in the moment that all self was lost, the runes would activate with an initial push of power from another cambion. They would act on Harry and the Headmaster, pulling the cambion’s immortality into Harry’s body, altering his human physiology into that of a cambion. It would put Harry through agony and would most likely kill Dumbledore and once it was done, Harry would just need to undergo the simple ritual to activate that immortality and that would be it. He would be human no longer, but an immortal who could and would share his eternity with his lover.

       As Harry drew back, he took another deep calming breath, steeling himself for what he had to do. “I reserve the right to an Obliviate,” he muttered, stepping away from his beloved and into the runic circle.

       He gulped looking over at the still unconscious Dumbledore. This was not going to be easy and Harry waved his hand, shredding what was left of the immortals clothes. Without his age illusions he was truly a beautiful man. He had a solid muscle tone and a stock of longish red hair. Even his long beard was red. In another time Harry would have considered the immortal attractive but since he was practically immune to cambion compulsion it didn’t matter how beautiful Albus was, Harry was repulsed. There was only one man he wanted... And if he wanted to stay with him, he had to do this. It was not just Voldemort’s choice, it was his as well. Harry didn’t want to lose his beloved to rebirth either. Not when there was a simpler solution.

      Darn it! This wasn’t even sex. He should think about it as harvesting or some of the more elaborate preparations for some potion... It was an elaborate preparation for a ritual but his mind kept coming back to the act of intercourse. In all his life, Harry had never slept with anyone but the Dark Lord. He didn’t want to sleep with anyone but Voldemort.

       Suppressing a shudder Harry stepped up to Dumbledore reaching out to stroke the wizard’s flaccid phallus. At the first touch he cringed. It felt rubbery. It was nothing like the velvet softness of his beloved and Harry didn’t like it but he continued to caress it, teasing it to bring it to life. He tuned out his beloved’s groan of pain but the Dark Lord was watching, and he was beginning to mutter the words which would activate the runes.

       Harry moved one hand to Dumbledore’s balls as he fisted the slowly hardening prick. The motions were the same as he had done to his lover many times but they felt different. Touching Voldemort excited him. Touching Dumbledore made him feel dirty and Harry almost felt his skin crawl with grime but he continued, coaxing the Headmaster’s cock to erection. As he worked he let his mind wander, grateful for anything that would distract him and almost automatically Harry remembered his first time with the Dark Lord.

~x~x~x~

Bonus Material from Harry versus Neville during Dumbledore’s Fall

       Harry was breathing hard as he looked over at his opponent. It was comforting to know that Neville was also tired and from the set of his eyes, this day wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Around them, other battles were being fought but beyond ensuring that he was not struck by stray spells Harry couldn’t help anyone.

       “I see you’ve learned a thing or two,” Neville snarled, referring to the previous time they had fought.

       The black haired wizard remembered it. It had been during their N.E.W.T.s and he’d been at Hogwarts for the second time since his Dad had pulled him and all his siblings out of that institution to home school them after he’d been poisoned with a love potion. He’d been annoyed at the way everyone was fawning over the blue eyed wizard in front of him and had simply made a fairly innocuous comment ‘The prophecy never says he will win.’ Naturally it had been in a lull in the general noise of the room, and naturally the Prophecy Child had heard it and reacted.

       You couldn’t really call that time a fight. They’d both been stopped by the Examiners before more than two or three charms had been exchanged but it had obviously left an impression on Neville and now that Harry was older, and knew the value of self-thought, he hoped it had left an impression on some of the wizards and witches.

       “So have you,” Harry replied. “But then that’s not surprising given that you’ve had Dumbledore as your private teacher for years,” he added with a smirk, allowing that expression to add quite a bit more to his phrase. The fact that he had been practicing duelling every day with the Dark Lord, and then exuberantly making love every night, was something that the Prophecy child did not need to know. No one needed to know that yet.

       For an instant Neville went white then he recovered. “At least my teacher wanted to teach me, unlike yours, who no doubt cost your Father a pretty galleon.”

       “I’ll give you the Potter household budget if you’d like,” Harry quipped and they traded a few more charms, both dodging out of the way expertly. Dumbledore really had done a good job training Neville and it must be frustrating the Prophecy child that Harry was matching up against him.

       “Confound it! Why do you exist!?” Neville screamed as a particularly complex charm was countered instantly.

       Harry and Voldemort had discussed motivations one night when they were seeking to come up with a reason as to why Harry, born and raised in a light side family might have chosen to come to the Dark Lord. Their discussion had been fruitless because in the end they had decided that they didn’t care what some nameless wizard thought. Harry’s family knew the truth, Voldemort knew the truth and Harry knew the truth that was enough. Any fake reason wouldn’t matter and Dumbledore was the only one who would really benefit from knowing the truth, right before he died but they had come up with some interesting possibilities and it was one of them that Harry screamed at Neville now.

       “I’m the spare, Neville! Did you ever wonder how I might feel knowing that I fit every requirement of the prophecy better than you but knowing that no matter what I did in this life, no matter what I achieved, I would never be acknowledged as anything except the shadow of your shadow? You get all the recognition, the praise and the help and attention, all for something you don’t even remember doing!” Harry was breathing hard as he finished.

       Neville blinked, surprised at what he had heard. There was a truth in Harry’s words and he had never thought what it might be like for someone else. He almost felt drawn to apologise, until he dodged out of the way of a particularly nasty set of curses from the other wizard. He retaliated but Harry was not so lost in his anger that he could not evade.

       Harry almost laughed as they went back to trading curses. It was so predictable and Neville was very skilled at fighting a defensive battle. When Harry duelled Voldemort, the Dark Lord was far more aggressive but the Prophecy Child’s defence was solid. The black haired wizard knew he’d wear Neville down eventually but eventually was not now and Harry felt his frustration rising until he caught a flash of wood grain as Neville flicked his wand through several basic movements.

       The wand! Harry almost grinned, the wand was the key. Harry cast the strongest shield charm he could before he reached out with his magic, stretching himself towards the wand the other wizard was carrying. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, not exactly and a battle wasn’t the best place for experimentation but Harry had learned that when something felt right with magic, then it probably was and in this case he acted on instinct.

       Neville rained curses and jinxes down upon him but his shield absorbed it as Harry continued to wave his magic around almost like a battle flag, trying to get the wand’s attention. It was felt odd, almost as if he was offering part of himself to the wand. Harry felt it when his magic touched the phoenix feather core. He tingled all over and with his magic Harry felt a spike of surprise coming from the wand before it purred. That was the only way the green eyed wizard could explain it. It purred almost welcoming his presence and Harry smiled allowing his attention to return to the fight.

       The Prophecy Child was flicking his wand through a myriad of motions, trying charm after charm…. And they were all failing. Harry laughed but quickly cast a simple charm, verbalising it for Neville’s benefit, “Accio wand.”

       Almost joyously the polished holly and phoenix feather wand flew to him and Harry smiled as he deftly caught it. “Hello you,” he greeted the wand, his words genuinely warm as he ignored Neville’s stammering.

       “But…. But… that’s not… it’s charmed against that…. It’s not possible!”

       “You are saying something?” Harry asked, sheathing his oak wand and holding the holly wand across his body, his left hand gently stroking down its length.

       “That’s not possible!”

       “What’s not possible?”

       “My wand is warded against Accio!”

       “If you say so,” Harry agreed amicably, giving the wand in his hand another quick smile as he reached his magic out to it. The holly and phoenix feather wand responded with a burst of sparks. They were childish things, undirected and pretty but they were a clear indication of the wand’s preference.

       “What?” Neville could only stare.

       “I guess your wand likes me,” Harry said before he brandished his true wand, “Stupefy!” The curse hit the other wizard, far stronger than Harry had intended and Neville was thrown back to land in an ungraceful heap. “Oh, I do like you,” the green eyed wizard murmured looking down at the wand. It seemed to glow and Harry smiled again but his attention then turned to the battles being waged around him.

       His beloved was fighting Dumbledore, the two of them engaged in an aggressive duel but Harry had confidence in his Dark Lord and his attention was taken by another battle. Dumbledore’s Order was fighting members of the Wizengamot, most notably Harry’s Father and his supporters. Harry joined in on that battle. The fact that he was completely proficient at duelling had come as a bit of a surprise to his Dad at the beginning of this battle, but it hardly mattered now and he would explain shortly what it meant if his Father had not already worked out all the connotations. For now, his help would be welcomed.

~x~x~x~

The next chapter goes back to the present events and flash-back mixed together but the next few chapters are smut. Plot rears its head again at about chapter 20-21. I wasn’t lying in chapter 1 when I said “This fic started out with the thought 'I want to write more HV action'.” And this fic does use almost every excuse to get them into bed, but I fondly hope that the plot is logical enough.

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Until next time… wavies!
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