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Loving Someone Doesn\'t Make You Weak	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18027 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings in this chapter: LV/HP

Warnings in this chapter: mention of minor character death, mention of torture, slash, lemon

Nr words in this chapter: 2,805

"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Prologue

–What have I done?–

Harry was trembling on the floor, having just suffered from Voldemort's Cruciatus curse. He heard Voldemort tell something to his death eaters and they opened space for a woman. Harry tried to stand but fell at once. The woman was around her eighties. She had lank brown hair and a pale face with grey eyes that looked in opposite directions. Just by looking at her, Harry knew that this woman was Voldemort's mother. She looked at him while she stroked a necklace that she carried on her neck. Then he saw the color completely leave her face. She approached him.

–Could it be?–

–STAY AWAY FROM ME!– Harry shrieked, that woman gave him the creeps with those eyes. Besides, she was Voldemort' mother, he must have gotten his craziness and his yearnings to kill from somewhere.

She merely smiled, inclined her head to the side, still looking at him.

–You're Harry, aren't you?– Harry decided to not answer, trembling but forcing himself to stand.

"She made you a question Harry. Answer!" Voldemort shouted, Harry could feel the anger in that demand.

He decided to obey, at least until he found a way to run away. "Yes…"

She smiled. –I'm Merope Riddle. This here is my son and his friends. He likes to play with them a lot.–

Harry raised an eyebrow, that's one way to put it.

–Mother…– was Voldemort threatening his own mother?

–This is Nagini, she's Tommy's snake. We both missed him a lot. Do you understand?– Harry nodded, scared and confused. Something really wrong was going on. –Do you have any friends with the name Horcrux?–

'Horcrux? No, well not a horcrux exactly… but…'

–MOTHER.– Merope sent Voldemort a cold look that made him stop at once. Harry immediately decided that if this woman was able to shut Voldemort then he must obey her. –Harry?– she asked sweetly.

Damn her sweet voice, making him feel more scared. –I had one named Oakes… I was six when he disappeared.–

–What happened?–

Harry pondered what to say. Finally he answered with half-truth. –I grew up.–

–What made you grow up?– She looked really interested.

Harry stayed quiet for a while looking around, trying to think a way out of there. He really didn't want to answer her, that was a private memory, but she had managed to shut Voldemort up. –My uncle got mad at me because I didn't answered by my name at school. He chastised me… Oakes tried to help… when I awoke he had left and never came back.–

She nodded sadly and looked at Voldemort. –Can't you feel it, Tommy? His magic?–

Voldemort approached him. Harry wanted to step back, but his Gryffindor side won and he forced himself to stay put. Harry felt Voldemort's magic touching him, and forced back a moan.

'Gosh what is wrong with me? Why does Voldemort's magic feel like home?'

–Yes mother, I can feel it.– Voldemort said smirking. –You better start to get a bedroom prepared. We're having a new member on the family.–

Merope smiled broadly and nodded materializing.

Harry shivered, having a bad feeling about this. 'Please don't be the dungeons. Please don't be the dungeons.' He chanted in his head to whatever god or angel or lady luck that was watching over him.

Voldemort looked at him in thought. –I'm not going to kill you.–

Harry snorted, not trusting him a bit. –Yeah, right.–

–I'm the one who created Oakes. You still have him and I can give him back to you.–

That shut Harry up, his eyes widening.

'Voldemort gave me Oakes? How can that be? Can he really give him back?'

Voldemort smirked. Harry knew that Voldemort had got him there.

Oakes was a sore spot to Harry. He loved that friend as a father, so much that not even Sirius had managed to fill that spot. Well he was a Gryffindor for a good reason.

–Prove it!–

Voldemort offered his hand, but Harry didn't take it, when the man raised an eyebrow, Harry merely pointed at his lightning scar. The dark lord looked at the scar in thought finally he looked to the death eaters.

"Lucius stay, the others appear on the usual meeting room."

Harry heard the apparition sounds and suddenly he was alone with Voldemort and a death eater that approached taking his hood and mask off, showing the face of Lucius Malfoy.

"My Lord?"

"Take my mother's new horcrux to her." Harry frowned, he wasn't a whore. Mr. Malfoy looked at Harry, admired. "Then go get you wife. I want his core open by the time I leave the meeting."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Any problem controlling his magic, call for my mother, the necklace will know what to do." And the dark lord apparated.

Harry looked at Mr. Malfoy, pondering on his possibilities to arrive at Cedric's body and call for the Triwizard cup and Mr. Malfoy not kill him in the in-between.

Mr. Malfoy seemed to realize what he was thinking and he grabbed his arm at once.

"Wait! I can't just leave Cedric there." Mr. Malfoy looked at the boy's dead body, frowning. "Please."

Mr. Malfoy looked back at Harry pleading face and then nodded, taking his wand out. "Very well. Wingardium Leviosa." Harry looked in slight admiration, while Mr. Malfoy made the cup fly to Cedric and then the portkey took the two away from the graveyard.

Harry wondered why Mr. Malfoy had decided to aid him on his request, but knew better than to ask.

"Have you ever side-apparated, Mr. Potter?"

"No." Harry mumbled back, fearing to be made fun of.

Mr. Malfoy merely nodded in acknowledgment and pulled Harry to his chest. "Close your eyes, grab my clothes or hug me, as you prefer, and take a deep breath. The first few times are quite painful, even more for someone who lived their life as a muggle."

Harry gripped the man's robes and, preparing himself mentally for what has to come, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Suddenly he felt himself being squeezed by a tiny little tube, when he felt land under his feet again he didn't fall only because Mr. Malfoy grabbed him in time.

"First side-apparition?" Harry heard Voldemort's mother, Mrs. Riddle wasn't it?, ask.

"Yes, My Lady." Harry felt his hands being opened and him being lowered into a couch. "My Lady, do please refrain from giving him anything to eat. The Dark Lord asked me to bring my wife so she could open young Potter's core."

"Fine." Harry could have sworn that he heard a pout on that single word. He put his head between his legs, trying to recover the balance. "But be quick about it. My new son is too small and skinny for my liking." Harry eyes opened at once, and he looked up at Mrs. Riddle.

Harry heard the sound of apparition, but he didn't care. 'Did I really hear what he thought I heard? And all that because of Oakes?'

Mrs. Riddle looked at him and smiled, kneeling on the floor so she would be at his height.

"Still have a headache?" she asked concerned, but a smile on her face.

"You called me son, why?"

"Because that's what you are."

"That doesn't make any sense."

She frowned. "Horcrux it's a part of Tommy's soul. Like the one I have around my neck," she pointed at the necklace, and Harry could feel Voldemort's dark aura coming from it, "You have one in you. That makes you my son in soul." She beamed at him, as if happy to have won a debate.

Harry didn't have time to think that she wasn't used to winning with Voldemort. Oakes was a part of Voldemort's soul. That's why he was opening his core and why he wasn't killing him.

"Wait… Voldemort is not going to take Oakes from me, is he?"

She frowned. "I don't think so. He would never do that to me because that would mean your death. Since you were only a baby when that happened, your soul must have somehow attached in some point with Oakes, as you call it. I mean, otherwise you wouldn't be able to speak Parseltongue. And killing you would make me very sad, he wouldn't do that."

Harry nodded, somehow relived. "But I can die. Me dying won't mean Oakes death?"

She smiled. "I'll tell Tommy about you doing a horcrux yourself. He tried to convince me to do it but I don't want immortality, and I'm sure that you would keep him company and keep him from going crazy while I'm not here. He does tend to have his robes torn. Are you good with a needle?" at Harry's raised eyebrow, she added. "He doesn't like when his clothes are repaired magically, it's not the same feeling."

"I am." She immediately beamed at him and Harry felt the need to add. "I also know how to cook, tend a garden and clean a house. All in the muggle way."

"Then you are perfect!"

Harry didn't know why, but felt that there was more to that simple sentence that she was letting on.

Finally Mr. Malfoy returned with his wife that immediately made a few spells on him, that Harry had saw Madam Pomfrey do before. Finally she nodded to herself and picking a vial from her pocked she gave it to Harry. Harry looked at the potion; it had no color. Deciding to trust them, he drank it in one single gulp. And then his chest hurt.

It was like his heart was screaming at him, needing for release. But Harry knew that it wasn't his heart, but his own core that was opening. He remembered the pain there when he had lost Oakes. Even though the pain he smiled, he could feel Oakes again, who was trying to control Harry's magic to keep him from hurting the others around him.

–LSDMYW–

"YOU ARE THICK HEADED AND I HATE YOU."

"WHAT ABOUT YOU? YOU ARE AN INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT, THAT DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO FEEL GRATEFUL WITH WHAT PEOPLE GAVE THEM."

"WHOEVER SAID THAT I WANT MY UNCLES DEAD? YOU THOUGHT THAT, NOT I."

"THEY DESERVE IT AFTER WHAT THEY HAD DONE TO YOU. THEY HAD BEATEN, STARVED AND FORCED YOU TO WORK FOR THEM."

"I DON'T CARE."

"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT YOUR SEVENTEEN? THE MINISTRY CAN'T CONTROL YOU ANYMORE, YOU CAN SHOW THEM WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT THOSE THINGS THAT CALL THEMSELVES HUMAN BEINGS AND MADE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU."

"FUCK YOU."

Harry turned around and left the office, slamming the door behind him. He hadn't left the Slytherin manor since that man had resuscitate, at least the man had homeschooled him, but that didn't mean that Harry had to like what he did for living. In fact Harry hated the whole kill muggles and light people business.

'Calm down, little serpen.' Harry continued to storm down the hall while he looked to his right, where Oakes was walking next to him.

"Who does he think he is? He just toke them. And then thought that I should be there while he tortured them for what they did to us. Well guess what… I DON'T FUCKING CARE THAT THEY DID IT, AS LONG AS I DON'T HAVE TO SEE THEM EVER AGAIN."

'You don't need to scream, little serpen.'

Harry sent a murderous look at his friend and father figure; he looked exactly like Harry, minus the glasses and plus the red eyes. How Harry had forgotten the red eyes when he had first saw Voldemort, Harry didn't know.

Oakes merely smiled and disappeared again, going back to inside of Harry. It was then that Harry's arm was grabbed, forcing him to stop, and he was pushed back and smashed against the wall. Harry gasped in pain, but before he could think lipless lips were on his and a foreign forked tongue was inside his mouth.

Harry put his hands to the man shoulders to push him, but only pulled him for more, closing his eyes.

There were hands all over his body.

He was being bitten on his neck, when did the man stop kissing his mouth?

Harry opened his eyes, looked at the man that was carrying him to the man's bedroom and drowned on the man' red eyes.

Nothing was said. It wasn't needed.

Harry felt himself being lowered on the bed, and the man took his own robe out, laying it on a chair. Harry snorted, even on a moment like this he would still be obsessed with his cleaning. If Harry didn't knew better he would thought that the man had OCD.

Harry's thoughts were erased when a mouth attached to his neck and the man worked in taking his robes. Hands all over his body, the man's mouth kissing and nipping him, left a trial of love bites from his neck to his nipple, where he bit him with enough strength to make blood. Harry whimpered and looked at the man while he licked the blood out, looking at Harry in the eyes.

The man hands moved to Harry's hips and at last knew what the man had in mind.

Harry closed his eyes and opened his legs. A hand found its way to Harry's opening and a finger started to provoke it, waiting for Harry's nod. When Harry gave it, the finger entered making Harry gasp, sitting in reaction. The man free hand moved to Harry's shoulder and forced him to lie down again. The man kept his eyes on Harry's, entering his entire finger inside of Harry and then stopped any movement.

Harry closed his eyes taking deep breaths and when the feeling started to alleviate he nodded, still with closed eyes. Harry felt the finger fucking his ass, he still felt a little sting but he didn't care. He grabbed the man's face and pulled it to his own kissing the man lipless lips, biting the man's bottom lip drawing blood. As a response, the older forced a second finger inside him, Harry gasped and the other took advantage to slid his forked tongue into Harry's mouth, tasting every single bit of the younger's warm cavern. The man only stopped when the two needed to stop to breath and had merely noticed that a third finger was added to the party.

Harry felt in heaven, he didn't want him to stop, ever, and then suddenly the man took his fingers out. Harry whimpered, making the other chuckle. He took Harry's legs and put Harry's feet on his shoulder and put his cook in line and looked at Harry's eyes, as if waiting for something.

Harry gulped, realizing what was coming next, pulled the man down to a kiss while nodding. The man red eyes never left his face while he entered him. Harry tried to relax the best he could, but even with the preparations and the mouth on his nothing had prepared him for the pain that he was feeling. It was too big. Too much.

Finally Harry felt that the man had filled him to the balls, and stopped the movement all together while he kissed Harry's eyes, that had closed during the penetration.

Harry forced himself to relax, taking deep breaths. "I hate you."

The man chuckled, making Harry whimper because of the movement. He moved down, biting Harry's ear. "I know."

And that was all the warning that Harry got. Next moment the man pushed back to slam right in, into a part of Harry that made him moan.

Harry opened his eyes and hugged the man with his arms craving his nails into the man's shoulders while the man fucked him into the mattress. Those red eyes never leaving his face.

The pleasure was so good that it didn't take long for Harry to come, but the older wizard on top of him didn't stop continuing to torture his sweet point with every thrust, making Harry's hard again.

Finally Harry felt the man's seed entering his insides, while he himself came on their chests, screaming: "TOM, I LOVE YOU."

It took a while for Harry to realize what he had just done. Voldemort was leaving his insides and was cleaning himself while he lay besides Harry. Harry moved his legs down, turning his back to Voldemort and lying on his side.

'What have I done?'

–What are you doing?–

'That is it. Now is the time that the bastard is going to send me to my bedroom and never speak to me about this ever again. Or worse, make fun of me for what I have just confessed.'

–Falling asleep?–

Harry felt himself being turned and pushed into the man's chest, while being kissed in the head.

–Happy seventeenth birthday, Harry.–

(TBC)

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