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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109821 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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savannah19742001 – Thank you for the review, though what was confusing for you? No matter what it was, I hope this chapter sorts out some of the confusion. The back story will come in bits and pieces as the fic goes on.

Kitkatislovely – Thank you for the review. The fic is broken into three parts, Courting, Consolidation and Companion. Courting follows the story of Voldemort courting Harry. Consolidation covers them gaining power in the UK and Companion talks about the future. So I hope you enjoy.

unneeded – Thank you for the review. Hallows don’t really come into this fic and you’ll see why in due course. Horcrux’s are there but the more important story is how they got together, how the universe is different and what happens after Voldemort is the Minister.

Thank you to so much to everyone who read and to those who rated.

Thank you to Kudzia for betaing.

-blah- Parseltongue

The Forever Game

Courting

       As Voldemort pounded into the tight hot passage he lost himself in the feel and taste of Harry’s body. The smell of his beloved’s arousal was intoxicating and he licked at the small form beneath him, loving the way Harry lifted himself slightly to place butterfly kisses on his throat. The gesture was tender and gentle despite the rough, frenetic nature of their lovemaking and Voldemort half-closed his red eyes as he gazed down at the boy beneath him, remembering how this had all begun.

       -Well that is interesting,- Voldemort commented to the room, his voice sibilant in the darkness. His servant Severus Snape had reported hearing a very interesting conversation between Albus Dumbledore and some unknown witch. That wasn’t too unusual except they had been discussing a prophecy and from the words it supposedly dealt with his downfall. At least that’s what anyone listening would believe.

       He’d been tempted to act, to just go kill the two children who fit the requirements but something held him back. He knew how tricky Dumbledore could be and it seemed prudent to gather more information. Snape had been only too happy to help him kidnap the witch from Dumbledore’s clutches. The man was willing to do anything if it kept that other woman safe. The Dark Lord didn’t care. He had learned the hard way to be triply cautious where the Headmaster was involved. His power, his cunning, even his beauty did not move the ancient wizard and the man had been a frustrating road block for decades! It would change soon enough but while Dumbledore was still alive, caution was called for.

       It had been a simple enough task to grab the witch, one Sybil Trelawny and his questioning had been ruthless. She’d insisted that the prophecy she’d spoken was true but in the presence of Voldemort’s serpents she had stunk of the lie. She’d been quivering when he’d ripped into her mind. Not for nothing had the red eyed wizard spent so long studying Legilmency and he’d found the oblivate and other evidence of tampering in her mind. The touch felt like Dumbledore and with little care the Dark Lord shredded the blocks and found himself listening to the woman’s voice as she spoke the true prophecy.

       There was a prophecy. It was just not the one Severus had been allowed to hear. Oh it was close, it flowed and sounded similar, and Dumbledore had done a great job in manipulating the words but it was not the same.

       -The one with the power to complete the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord shall make equal exchange, for he shall have power unknown over the Dark Lord... Both may die at the hand of the other for neither can live if the other merely subsists...-

       Voldemort was not aware he spoke the words aloud until an old voice, one almost dusty with disuse, spoke. -That is very interesting.-

       The Dark Lord turned to see hooded yellow eyes flash in the darkness and he was surprised as one of the oldest basilisks in existence slithered slowly out of the shadows. The snake was massive, its jaws could swallow him whole but the ancient serpent merely tasted the air, flickering its huge tongue towards Trelawny before it turned its gaze back to Voldemort. The serpent’s deadly eyes were hidden behind its inner eyelid. -What was the falsehood spoken?- the basilisk asked.

       -The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives,- the Dark Lord hissed the adjusted prophecy Dumbledore had planted into the witch’s mind. He’d also seen the coaching the ancient wizard had given the woman, the instructions on exactly what should be said and how so that Severus would run straight back to his Lord.

       -Very interesting,- the massive basilisk said again resting its head on the floor which allowed Voldemort to see the brilliant crest on his head. -I hope you realise you should embrace the true prophecy?-

       -I should give someone power over me?- Almost instinctively the dark wizard railed against that. As a young man, as a wizard, as a Dark Lord, as everything he was he had devoted a lot of time to ensuring that he was the one with power, that he was the one who controlled all events. He was not about to voluntarily let some brat have power over him, especially not a power he did not know!

       -Of course,- the old basilisk seemed surprised at his rancour. -You are immortal,- the large serpent started and Voldemort was so upset he didn’t even feel elation at the confirmation that his long sought after goal was already within his grasp. It was one thing to believe yourself immortal, and he did, but it was quite another to know.-But you were bred from a mortal mother and so I tell you this not to cause pain or anger, but because you need to know.- The basilisk paused looking towards the Dark Lord.

       Voldemort trembled as he listened to the serpent’s words. It was only because this was such an old basilisk that he had not struck out in anger or ordered them to silence. He may be a speaker and while normal serpents would obey him, a basilisk of this age was not beholden to him. He would be wise to listen, to at least understand why the serpent thought what it did before he dismissed the reasoning. -Go on,- he said finally, his tone conveying his reluctance.

       -Speaker know this, humans, and thus wizards are not meant to be immortal. I have watched your kind for thousands of years and there is something missing within you. That’s why I’ve seen the most ancient of vampires, those who fear death eventually willing walk into the sun. But speaker, I have seen other human immortals who remain, who do not feel that their immortality is a curse. They live, they do not merely survive as so many immortals do. They are different.-

       Despite his reluctance, Voldemort was intrigued. -How are they different?-

       -It is simple. They all have someone. Even amongst those of us who are immortal, the centuries are more easily lived when they are shared. You enjoy your immortality now, but as time continues like all human immortals you will find it a curse. Find instead now your equal, the one who you will share your centuries with.-

       -So why chose now to tell me this?-

       -Listen to the words of the true prophecy ‘neither can live if the other merely subsists,’- the great basilisk hissed the prophecy’s ending and the Dark Lord heard again the words.

       -Neither can live,- he whispered to himself as he finally understood. He could survive for centuries, he was immortal as the basilisk had said, but he could not truly live while this prophecy child merely survived. And he could not kill them for then he would never know completion and if he was only partially complete then he would never know his full power. That could not be allowed.

       The Dark Lord breathed deeply as his mind, always so active and quick to grasp new spells and potions, always quick to see innovative ways of applying them that others were blind to, struggled now to understand another line in the prophecy. ‘For he shall have power unknown over the Dark Lord.’ -So...- Voldemort hissed the word. -This power the prophecy child shall have is that thing Dumbledore calls love?-

       The great basilisk laughed. -So you do understand. Immortals need love, just like mortals. In fact immortals may need it more than mortals.-

       Voldemort came back to himself, vibrating his hips in a rapid staccato that pushed his cock deep into Harry’s young body. The young wizard cried out with each thrust, gasping as every intrusion hit his sweet spot sending stars dancing in front of his vision. Oh yes, Voldemort understood and he loved his mate but one thing the prophecy had forgotten to mention was how much power he would have over his beloved. Each could stop the other with a glance and the Dark Lord was strangely content with that arrangement. Not that his beloved wanted to stop him and the Dark Lord made sure that his Harry was far from any of the daily unpleasantness he dealt with.

       “Please!” Harry cried out from beneath him and the Dark Lord paused in his rapid assault on the youthful body, slowing his thrusts, enjoying the soft sensual pleasure as he altered his speed, pulling his cock almost completely out of Harry’s hot moist tunnel before he drove it back in. He could smell that Harry was close. His black hair was dishevelled and his glorious emerald eyes were closed as he concentrated on the feelings his lover was invoking in him. The Dark Lord could feel moisture on his stomach from the young wizard’s leaking prick and he smiled. It was the day of his ascension to the position of Minister of Magic but he wanted his beloved to cum first.

       Voldemort pulled Harry up and he leaned back from the bed, supporting them both. Harry’s legs were still wrapped around him and his head was now over one shoulder as Harry did his best to lever himself up so that he could fall deeper on to his lovers velvet steel member. His own erection was pressed between them and the friction of their stomachs was enough to keep him hard. Confidently the Dark Lord reached around his lover, placing his hands on firm buttocks. He squeezed them before he lifted Harry off his cock. Harry cried out but before his sphincter could close Voldemort spun himself to sit on the edge of the bed and he settled Harry back into his lap, putting the head of his prick into Harry’s butt and allowing his lover to slip back down on to him under his own weight. Harry gasped, arching his back to drive himself deeper and squirming to create a pleasurable friction. To avoid getting a mouthful of thick black hair Voldemort leaned forward, nuzzling his mouth into Harry’s shoulder as he reached around to fist his lover’s erection.

       He jerked upwards, sending Harry bouncing on him even as he stroked the younger wizards cock fiercely. Harry’s inarticulate cry was a joy and the Dark Lord smiled as he nibbled Harry’s shoulder. He kept pumping the boy’s erection and was swiftly rewarded with a keen of pleasure as Harry came. Quickly he moved his hand letting Harry’s hot cum splash into his waiting palm and over his fingers. Harry collapsed against him gasping and the Dark Lord moved his other hand to Harry’s chin to turn the boy’s face towards him so they could share a kiss. In his years of life had never seen anything as beautiful as Harry’s face at the moment of his release. And while he would live for centuries more, he doubted he would find anything to compare.

       As the sheer intoxication of his release faded Harry came back to himself and began rocking his hips through small circles, pleasuring the engorged member within him. “You are so good to me, Harry,” the words were whispered in his ear and the younger wizard smiled as his mate raised his cum covered hand to Harry’s mouth. Green eyes closed appreciatively as licked at his essence, moaning erotically as he tasted himself. Harry reached up to press the older man’s hand to his mouth, laving his tongue around the long fingers to get every drop as he moved his hips, bouncing himself and squeezing as hard as he could. The Dark Lord sighed and it only took a few minutes before Harry felt the hot pole inside him expand before the Dark Lord came, pouring hot cum into his tight body.

       It felt so good feeling the pulsing waves hitting parts of his insides that were so sensitive and Harry grinned, already knowing that they were not finished for this night.

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It’s mentioned in the previous chapter, that I wanted Voldemort to be a ‘creature’ so he is. Anyone who can guess what species before we get to it gets cookies! Though I admit there aren’t many clues. It comes out in Chapter 13 so you have that long to guess. And by cookies, if you leave contact details, I’ll email you three chapters. One guess only per chapter please :D

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