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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44500 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Because We Are Snakes – The Slytherin Mark

He woke up with a pounding headache, still on the cold stone floor in Salazar’s potions lab. Even though he knew the pain relief potion would not do much with this kind of headache, he still took some just in case. It at least took a bit of the edge off but he was sure today was going to be a right shitty day with his rather short temper getting the best out of him if people pushed him too much.

It was just half an hour after sunrise and he had enough time to go take a shower before his dorm mates woke up and realized he had been gone, honestly how they never noticed was still a mystery to him… Gryffindors were so oblivious…

All in all Tuesday didn’t go as bad as he had thought it would, his temper was in a short leash and he did consider an ‘unfortunate accident’ causing Ron’s untimely death once or twice but managed to refrain from his more violent instincts.

Wednesday went off without a hitch… for which he was grateful… and the only detention he had that day was with Snape. Not a bad day if he said so himself, though he did spend most of the time cutting Flubberworms thinking about how to best torture someone while making them last. He took a few moments of his day to go down into the Chambers and pick up something nice for Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin family heirlooms that was sure to both piss of Voldemort and keep Malfoy in line. He was so glad he had been looking into the contents of the Chambers and found this very useful stuff, though he never actually thought he was going to use it… but to steal a potential servant right out of Voldemort’s nose… he just had to do it. He had to.

The amusement factor of it was just so, so, rich.

Finally Thursday roller around and the excitement inside him was vere, very, hard to contain. But he managed.

It was a bright morning and the air was crisp and cold but by the gods it was to be a great day for him, after all, he was capturing a very obnoxious toad today and putting it out of his misery some time soon.

The morning mail arrived as it did every morning and right as he speared a piece of sausage a certain blond snake was getting an appointment note. He had left the contacting of Malfoy until the very last minute possible because he had no idea if the boy could keep his act together and not give them away.

It was a simple note, nothing incriminating about it and could be mistaken as a love note if someone managed to peek at it.

Dearest Draco,
It has been several days since we last spoke and I am finally ready to make things more formal between us. I would like to meet at the same place we spoke last time. How about after dinner tonight? I can’t wait to make dreams into reality tonight. Don’t be late.
Love,
H

Over Dean’s shoulder, Harry peeked at Malfoy’s reaction as he read the note and almost burst into uncontrolled laughter at how high the blond eyebrows went. They almost disappeared into his hairline, they went up that far, it was all very hilarious to Harry.

He spent the rest of the day avoiding Umbridge so he could avoid detention with her tonight of all nights, it would seriously ruin his plans if she managed to catch him. And that, would seriously piss him off.

Ron, was as boring as he tended to be during dinner that day. The twins sat at either side of Harry… which he did not mind in the least… and Hermione and Ginny sat at either of Ron’s side at the other side of the table. His face hurt from pretending to laugh for the entirety of the meal and the twins shot him sympathetic looks from time to time at having to put up with Ron’s very lame ‘Slytherin Jokes’.

When they were done with dinner and the night’s announcements were done, he would barely get out of the Great Hall fast enough.

“Hey Harry! Wait up!”

Apparently he had not been fast enough since Ron – and subsequently Hermione since she had been tasked with staying close to the redhead – were catching up to him.

“Serously mate, what’s up with the running like your robes are on fire. Where are you going anyways?”

Hermione, bless her soul, was a great person to have around when one needed a lie on the spot.

“He has detention with Snape tonight Ron, don’t you remember?”

“He does? I don’t remember him telling me about that.”

“I did tell you Ron.”

“Yes, I remember quite clearly, though you were engrossed on your copy of Quidditch Heroes of the Twentieth Century at the time so you might have not been paying as much attention as you should at the time.” Hermione admonished him and Ron went red in the face with embarrassed guilt.

Honestly, he was just way too easy sometimes.

“Sorry mate. You better go then or you’ll be late to the Dungeon Bat’s detention.”

They parted ways and Harry turned a corner to run straight into Snape of all people. He should really remind himself to keep aware of his surroundings but trying to escape from Ron had thrown him off his game and he had forgotten to scent the air around him.

“So you have detention with me tonight Mr. Potter?” Snape asked with a quizzical eyebrow lifted at him.

“What I have is a severe need of privacy and quiet sir. Not something usually accomplished with Ron around.”

Snape snorted derisively at the mention of his least favorite of the Weasley brood and seemed oddly amused by the whole thing.

“Do try to stay out of trouble Potter while seeking this privacy and quiet you claim to need, though with your track record I do expect your detention to pass from the realm of excuse to ditch your friends into tangible truth by the end of the night.”

With that the man turned around and billowed his way to the general direction of the dungeons and Harry made his way to the alcove near the doors to the Hospital Wing considering deeply that this was perhaps the most civil conversation he had ever had with Professor Snape.

He entered the empty alcove and waited close to five minutes before Malfoy joined him, bristling with rage and waving the note about.

“Potter! What the hell do you think you are playing at sending me a note like this?! Now my House thinks I have a secret girlfriend and I’ve become the joke of my dorm mates!”

“It would not have been so if you had been more careful when reading the note, how you didn’t realize Zabini was reading over your shoulder is honestly disappointing. I expect you to do better in the future.”

“You expect me to- Who the hell do you think you are?!”
Harry’s patience ran out as soon as he saw Malfoy was about to go into an indignated tirade so he cut it off short with a menacing shout of his own.

“Shut the hell up!”

He was glad he had taken the time to implement a silencing charm on the entrance of the alcove or people passing by would have discovered them already.

Malfoy took two seconds to compose himself into the cold pureblood mask all purebloods show to the world. Two seconds, that was it, Harry counted. There was robe tugging and tie adjusting and in the end hair combing. Harry watched truly fascinated by it all and wondering where the hell Malfoy Jr. kept that silver and jewel encrusted comb. An errand thought closed his mind and before he knew it, it was coming out of his mouth.

“Hm, I don’t understand what all the fuss regarding your looks is about. I find you to be rather pointy and full of angles, too much so for my tastes. It kind of subtracts from what’s there, perhaps if you gained a couple pounds… I could actually find you handsome. Then again, what do I know, it’s not like my mind works in the same wavelength as everyone else’s, for all I know you are the handsomest piece of meat according to them.”

He refused to be look contrite about letting his mouth get the best of him. At this point it doesn’t matter since soon Malfoy would be his to control and unable to go against him so what Malfoy may think of him bothered Harry so little he could very literally not care less.

Malfoy, on the other hand looked truly offended by his words. His pale hands were shaking and his barely contained rage as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as every insult he would like to say seemed to not be good enough for full enunciation.

The young heir settled for “How dare you?!”
Harry wasn’t much for cock measuring at the moment, he had better things to be doing and they were running out of time.

Faster than Malfoy could register Harry had him pinned onto the wall by his arms, in his shock and the sudden movement, Draco watched him with wide open eyes. It seemed as if the fair haired boy was frozen in his stupor as Harry took his hand out of his pocket and wrapped it around Draco’s throat were a heavy cold weigh settled after he took his hand away.

The silver collar with its large emerald at its center looked delicate and strong upon the creamy pale skin of Draco Malfoy’s throat. Within the large emerald a dark winged basilisk surrounded a flaming lightning bolt with its jaws opened as if prepared to strike.

Malfoy came out of his daze and with trembling hands reached up to touch the piece of jewelry on his neck.

“What is this?! What have you done to me?!” He asked as he tugged uselessly on the collar that would not come off unless Harry himself decided to take it off for him.

“Do you really want to know what it is?”

“YES! Tell me what it is!”

“Let’s go on a fun trip down history lane, shall we?”

Malfoy closed his eyes in exasperation and let out an unamused sigh as he gathered his patience.

“Get on with it Potter.” The blond was practically growling.

“Very well, if you insist.” Harry said with a chuckle; he had no problem showing his own amusement.

He was going to tell Malfoy anyways so he understood the full scope of the situation he found himself in but he was not one to deny himself the joy messing with the blond snake.

“This,” He said touching the emerald jewel on the collar and making his best impression of a History Professor before a rapt audience. “Is the Slytherin Collar and within the jewel lies my mark effectively binding you to me as my pet and me to you as your master. Funny enough, it is how the Slytherins of old used to choose promising witches and wizards from all over the world to foster. It used to be a way to secure that only strong and pure witches and wizards entered into emotional attachments to the Slytherin heirs and only advantageous alliances were made while still at the same time allowing for a formal also advantageous wedding to another influential family, said union not needing to have an emotional attachment between both participants in order to secure an heir and all that. Thus, making sure that the Slytherin in question got both someone he or she could find love with at their side as a companion – a companion who was most often influential in their field or politically- and a strong and influential ally as a legal husband or wife. In essence the companion, after the marriage of the heir, became something of a consort, but back then this was still someone who used to hold the respect of the household and society as they were in essence the keeper of said Slytherin’s heart. Out of all the promising witches and wizards gathered from the country and sometimes all over the world, only one would be chosen to be a companion, the one who had connected the most in an emotional level with the Slytherin and had the best chance at providing what the likely spouse would not. The master would choose a collar and set his mark upon it and place it on his companion to signify their union and his or her submission to Slytherin family and name but most specifically to the Slytherin heir as each had their own unique mark.”

Draco seemed lost as to where Harry was going with this.

“ Later on, some more ‘private’ individuals within the family chose not to display the keeper of their hearts publically by wearing collars, they chose to use an added layer of protection by instead of laying their mark on a visible sign of their affection, placing their mark directly on their companion’s skin on an easy to hide place. Effectively branding them.”

Right about then Draco Malfoy’s eyes began to widen in horrified shock, things were starting to click in his head and a puzzle was starting to show its image as slowly pieces began to fall into place.

“Mardaz Slytherin later on found out through experimentation that one Slytherin could not place his mark upon an already marked complanion but one could place their mark upon several people at the same time without repercussions. He added all kinds of cool conditioning spells and behavioral adjustment enforcers to the mark and was eventually recorded to have marked one hundred and thirty seven witches and wizards – the man didn’t discriminate on the sex of his lovers apparently – and created a harem for himself. This was when the master and pet relationship was first associated with the Slytherin Mark. All very fascinating when you read the VERY detailed accounts, I assure you.”

Malfoy gulped, hoping that what he now knew would not be confirmed as true by the end of Harry’s history lesson.

“Anyways, as Slytherin line dwindled, all this fun stuff was lost and eventually Salazar Slytherin – last descendant to the noble family – sealed all this information contained on the Grimoires, journals, and other Slytherin family historical writings within the Chamber of Secrets for his heirs to find and learn from. Now, I am sure you know that a certain Dark Lord is the heir of Slytherin and has marked his merry band of psychotic followers with a nifty little matching tattoo. They, are his pets, and he their master… and I have effectively stolen one of his prospective pets –that’s you by the way- from right out of his grasp. Isn’t it hilarious that all your life you have been trained and bred to serve him and now; You. Are. Mine. And I do not plan to give you back, I much like you like this, under my thumb, consider it payback for all these years of annoying the hell out of me.”

Draco was hyperventilating in outright panic.

“You… you put a Dark Mark on me! You can’t do that! You can’t!!!”

“Why?” Harry asked in mock innocence tilting his head to the side like a curious child. “He gets to mark people, why can’t I. it’s awful selfish of him I might say. He’s got an army, and not only is his army more powerful and influential than ninety percent of Dumbledore’s resistance, but they are all willing to pop out babies to train to serve their master. So why can’t I? Granted, I’m no Slytherin heir, but the spells and information is all at my fingertips so why not make use of it for my benefit? If he gets to have people so do it. I want an army damn it! If only so I can toss you into the line of fire to buy myself enough time for strategical retreat and or flight.”

Harry walked away from Malfoy and leaned onto the wall opposite the blond as he watch him take it all in. eventually Malfoy lost his composure though, and in a bid of uncharasteristical idiocy he charged at Harry with the intention of doing enough damage that the Gryffindor would find it better to just free Malfoy of the collar and his recently acquired ‘Pet’ status.

Not even halfway to the other side of the alcove Malfoy’s hands went up to claw at his neck in pain as he screamed his throat raw and fell to the floor in complete agony.

“Honestly, Malfoy, one would think you an idiot. Why do you think no Death Eater has ever outright attacked Voldemort, even when he killed or tortured them and members of their families to keep them in line or punish them? They physically can’t lift their hands against him, it’s part of the subservience bond of the Mark. Just like he does with them, I can summon you, or punish you if I see fit along with a few other very interesting things. Now, you will be a good pet and keep this all to yourself, and I cannot stress this enough… you will avoid Snape’s and Dumbledore’s eyes… always. If you spill my secrets, Draco Malfoy, know that the pain you just experienced is nothing compared with what you will feel then. Am I clear?”

Malfoy wanted to say a scathing remark, he wanted to throw some vitriol Harry’s way, but as he panted and gasped on the floor with his body recovering from the painful assault of the conditioning spells of the Mark the collar shrunk tight on his neck as if sensing his thought. It sent a small wave of shock all the way down his spine that made the blond twitch and even without his consent, what came out of Draco’s mouth was “Yes, my Lord.”

He was positively horrified at hearing himself say those words to Harry Potter.

“Good, you don’t have to call me ‘My Lord’ in public and must conduct yourself in a manner that is not suspicious and seems natural between rivals such as ourselves but do try not to cross the line. Ease up on Hermione but Ron and the Weasley family in general save the twins are fair game for insulting and such things.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Came the reply practically strangles out of Draco, he would learn in time, Harry was sure. There would come a time when the collar would no longer have to make Malfoy respond as he should, it would come out of the blond naturally.

“Good, now that we have all that out of the way, I will give you your first mission. Oh, sit down already will you! All that twitching on the floor is rather embarrassing. Thank you. As I was saying, your first job for me. Tonight, one hour before curfew you will tell Umbridge that you heard me whispering to my friends and it looked like I was plotting something big for tonight. You will tell her you want to follow me during your patrolling duties so you can bring her to where I am and you can both finally catch me in the act of breaking the rules. You will use any argument to ensure she agrees to let you be the one to follow me. Exactly at midnight -which I know by fact is half an hour after your patrol ends so you will not be thought to be out and about when an investigation arises- you will come to her and lead her to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. You will place a silencing charm and locking charm on the door and go back to your dorm and directly to your bed were you will stay until morning. I have ensured that no one in either Slytherin nor Gryffindor is able to awake at any time after ten and before seven tomorrow morning so no one should be the wiser that you did not go back to your dorm after your patrol ended at eleven thirty.”

“Why the bathroom?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty blond head about that and just do as you are told. Be good for me Draco and I will be good to you, I will protect you and make sure you are not in trouble just like I did tonight by ensuring no one knows you were not in the dorms asleep like everyone else.”

Malfoy did not even have the brain capacity to register Harry had just called him by his name, his mind was still processing everything else about the encounter and such a seemingly small thing was put in the back burner for later.

“But if you misbehave or fail me… I will punish you.”
Harry’s last sentence was said in such a dark tone it made Draco shiver in undisguised fear; he had never imagined the real Harry Potter to be like this. Malfoy nodded his understanding as he stood up from the floor and stood in front of Harry in case there were more instructions.

Harry placed an illusion on the collar making it look like a tasteful silver necklace with an emerald hanging from it, no mark to be seen by anyone looking at it. All in all it looked like the kind of heirloom a Malfoy would wear and kept people from prying into it like wearing a collar would surely do.

Draco was honestly thankful for this bit of forethought if the relieved sigh he let escape was anything to go by.

“Go,” Harry said. “It’s near curfew and your patrol begins in two hours. Do me proud Draco and I will reward you.”

Harry left for his own dorm rather satisfied with the way things were going so far. Malfoy would lure Umbridge right to where he needs her for him, from there it will be securing her in the Chambers after she writes the goodbye letter and letting her stew in there until things cooled down from her disappearance and then the fun part would begin.

His little revenge on Voldemort by way of marking the next Malfoy Lord as his own also left a sweet taste in his mouth. Voldemort had forcibly taken something from him that night at the cemetery and now Harry had in turn forcibly taken something from him, even if the man doesn’t know it yet.

How hilarious it will be the day when the Dark Lord puts his mark upon Draco Malfoy only to have it drip off his arm as it would simply not take and settle over the pale skin.
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