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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- 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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26/10/2012

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Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed and rated.

There was one question about how long the time jump is. I thought I made it clear enough but if there is any doubt, Harry is now 100, so the time jump is just under 80 years long. We are very much into the future that they have created and how it happened is what is revealed slowly. Enjoy.

The Forever Game

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       “Do that again!” he urged and his reply was Harry’s laughter, even as he twisted again, wringing a cry of ecstasy from the Dark Lord’s lips. How could he have ever doubted that the man riding him was not his mate? Voldemort didn’t know and as Harry began riding up and down again he reached his hands out to his mates pommel, and stroked, teasing and caressing Harry’s solid shaft in time with rocking up and down motions. It wasn’t long before they both came, crying out the other’s name before Harry collapsed beside his beloved.

       “Happy 100th Birthday, Harry.”

       “I’m an old man!” Harry laughed.

       “Oh you are still a young whipper snapper,” the Dark Lord replied.

       “Then why am I sleeping with such an old man?”

       Voldemort pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning over to kiss the man lying beside him. “Because no one else could ever satisfy you,” he said with a smug grin.

       “Ah hem,” there was a discrete cough from the side. “If my Lords would please get up, you both have a very full schedule today.”

       Harry sighed as he rolled over, accepting a soft robe from their Seneschal, his youngest sister Celandine. She had been his body guard before taking over the position, when age began being an issue. Though she still trained the witches and wizards who served as their bodyguards and they knew she was as sharp with her wand now as she had been when on active duty. Of all their servants, she was the most trusted and many would say the most fearless. She had seen them in various stages of copulation, from just beginning to the end and had greeted any sight with an upraised eyebrow and the message she needed to give them.

       “What is up first?” Harry asked as his beloved got up, conjuring a robe and giving Harry a quick kiss before he walked out the door.

       “Happy Birthday Big Brother,” Celandine said, once Voldemort was gone, quickly embracing him before she stepped back. “First you have breakfast with the Western European Warden, then the Magimerican’s want to see you...”

       “Huh?” Harry interrupted. “What do they want?”

       “Nothing special this time, just general business. After that you have a private lunch with the Dark Lord. Do try to eat and at least decide if the teams should target Turkey or the Ukraine next. At two o’clock sharp you both appear before the Wizengamot, after which there is family dinner. Get dressed brother, I’ll see you later,” Celandine smiled as she backed away leaving Harry to dress.

       Harry sighed as he padded out into the adjoining room. Celandine was one of three living beings, apart from Harry and his beloved who were keyed into the warding on their personal quarters, all other servants waited outside and as his valet handed him several heavy robes, Harry realised it was going to be a long time before lunch. He already missed his Dark Lord.

       As Harry dressed he thought about his appointments for today. Breakfast should be easy. The Western European Warden, essentially the wizard, or witch, who oversaw the day to day business of their territory in the name of the Twin Lords, would probably update him on things in the former wizarding nations of France, Spain and Portugal. And then he’d doubtless describe what celebrations they had planned to mark his birthday. Inwardly Harry rolled his eyes. It was his birthday, why were others, witches and wizards he did not know and would never know celebrating? Still, he had learned that people liked to celebrate and this was as good a reason as any, especially for the territory that had been under their control the longest. Talking about the public celebrations and parties would be easy. That meeting was fairly routine.

       The meeting with the Magimericans.... That should be more interesting. It had taken a few years after the death of Dumbledore and the disappearance of the supposed prophecy child, Neville Longbottom, but eventually the International Wizarding Commission had had no choice but to acknowledge the Lords Voldemort and Potter as the rulers of the United Kingdom. When that happened, there were certain rights granted to Heads of State that Harry and his beloved had insisted upon. The ability to apparate directly through national and continental warding, with the appropriate recognition procedure was one of them. Heads of State were expected to attend meetings, and still run their countries, they couldn’t be stuck in transit.

       The Magimericans had been against it and to be fair, there had been an incident in their territory, but that was seventy years back! And his Father had been murdered.... what had they expected?

       Unbidden Harry remembered.

       It should have been routine! James Potter was visiting the United States to meet his eldest daughter’s potential husband. It had turned into a nightmare and Harry could still feel the ringing pain their entire family had felt when their patriarch had died. He really didn’t remember apparating, but he did remember giving his recognition codes to the transatlantic warding before he appeared in his sister’s home.

       There was blood everywhere and Jasmine was crying over the body of their Father. As a Potter, she should have died to save the Lord Potter but Harry could see how their Father had pushed her back, protecting her against whatever had attacked. Despite being the oldest, succussion wasn’t guaranteed to him but it did give him certain responsibilities, and leading the hunt for the animals responsible was one of them.

       “Jasmine, open your mind,” there was nothing gentle in the command of his voice.

       His sister obeyed, raising tear filled eyes to meet his and Harry looked deeply into her green orbs, so much like their Mothers as he searched for the information he needed. In shock and grieving, Jasmine tried to help him, pulling forward the images of the attackers so that he could examine them with his light mental touch. After he’d gathered enough information, Harry gave his sister a little mental caress, trying to comfort her as best as he could before he stepped back. “Get him cleaned up,” he ordered, indicating towards their Father’s body. “I’ll take us all home shortly.”

       Harry had apparated then but had paused the process with his body completely energy as he sought out the presences he had felt in his sisters mind. They hadn’t gotten very far and they were going to get no further. Harry descended upon them like the wrath of god. He didn’t kill them, oh no, that was far too kind for them and he didn’t immediately indulge his desire to cause them pain. He maintained enough control to string them up, slamming them up against the wall in a row before he began utilising his skills at Legilimency. From the way they were dressed it was pretty obvious they were nothing more than hired thugs and Harry was not about to kill them while their employer got away.

       They had no mental shields to speak of and by the time Harry was finished extracting every last bit of information they had, the thugs had no minds left either. He let them drop, his blood boiling at what he had seen.

       It was then that the Magimerican Aurors found him. Harry snarled blocking their attacks with a shield. “Lord Potter, stand down!” The command was firm but Harry didn’t care and he flicked one hand through a spiral conjuring a knife.

       “Lord Potter!” The Auror was insistent and in the distance Harry could feel Hit Wizards apparating in and the Dark Lord’s mate was mildly impressed with their response time. For the Aurors to have gotten here so quickly, they had to have been scrambled from his initial apparition into the country.

       He turned to look over at the Magimerican Law Enforcement Wizards, not bothering to hide any of his presence. “Do you know what these....” Harry paused, he wasn’t entirely sure what to call them. “These never-do-wells have done?” He asked.

       The one who had spoken shook his head.

       “Then I would suggest you leave them to me and save both our countries the cost of tiresome legal proceedings when the demand for their extradition comes in.”

       “I can’t do that, Lord Potter.”

       “Pity,” Harry murmured turning back towards the thugs. It was as he ran his conjured knife lightly over the temple of one of the thugs when the one of the Aurors tried a stunning spell against him. It splashed up against his shield and Harry didn’t even bother to turn as the energy flared. “You do realise that could be construed as an act of war?” He asked quietly. “That was a definite attack upon one of the Heads of State of the United Kingdom by an officially recognised branch of the United States Magical Government.”

       The young Auror who had fired fainted but even that did not alleviate the burning pain in Harry’s heart and the rage consuming his mind. He flicked the knife to his other hand, and repeated the cut on the other side of the thugs face.

       “Lord Potter, you may have diplomatic immunity as one of the Heads of State, but you are assaulting a member of the Magical Community here. I must insist that you stand down!”

       “I will do no such thing. If this bothers you, leave. I have full authority and permission from your Government to enter your territories. I announced myself to the transatlantic wards and while your Government’s desire to give me an appropriate escort is admirable, I am not here in my official capacity. My visit is strictly for personal reasons.” Harry placed the tip of his conjured knife in the crook of the thug’s neck and slowly traced upwards. He felt every bump on the trachea but was careful not to break into the wizard’s windpipe. Blood flowed freely around the wounds but perhaps the most surreal thing was the silence. The Aurors had noticed that the men pinned to the wall were making no sound.

       “Lord Potter, I will admit I am not fully familiar with the changes your government has made in the United Kingdom and as such I am not familiar with the rules you may be used too. But your continued assault on a member of the magical community of this country is leaving me with little choice but to forcibly remove your shield and take you into custody. I ask you one last time to stand down.”

       Harry looked over at the man. “Commander, you have my respect, truly you do,” he complimented the Magimerican Auror. The man really was doing his best in what Harry admitted was a difficult situation, both for the magic involved and the political problems he represented. “But I will not stand down.” To emphasise his point he flicked his knife over and drove it deep into the thugs shoulder, conjuring another knife as he turned back to the pinned thugs.

       “Stunning spells only!” the Auror Commander gave the order and Harry flicked more energy towards his shield, reinforcing it as the magic splashed up against him.

       He was pretty much finished here already since he had all the information the thugs could give him. He knew who had ordered the hit on his Father and the beginnings of a plan were forming in his mind. When he left here, he would hit hard and fast, before the man who had ordered the hit even knew it had succeeded. That man would know that they had killed James Potter, but that knowledge would only be granted as they lay choking in a pool of their own blood.

       “Second barrage on my mark!” Harry dimly heard the command and decided to end it. He had other things to do and torturing the go betweens wasn’t it. He cast one spell on the thugs and as the stunner spells hit his barrier, Harry apparated, heading back to his Father’s body.

       Harry blinked, fastening the last of his robes. He never had found out if those thugs had died. Perhaps he should ask the Magimerican’s today?

       “No controversial questions please, Brother. Not until after you get back from visiting Jasmine,” Celandine recognised his look and was quick to give him the warning.

       “But it’s my Birthday!” Harry objected. “Shouldn’t I get to have some fun?” He asked with wide innocent eyes.

       “Have all the fun you want! Just not with the Magimerican Delegation,” Celandine saw the smile on her brother’s face and quickly added further qualifications. “And no missing any of your appointments!”

       “Oh! You are no fun,” Harry chided turning towards her. “I won’t miss any appointment,” he said with sudden seriousness. “And thank you, littlest sis, for the birthday greetings.”

       “You are welcome biggest brother,” Celandine smiled at him, accepting Harry’s embrace. “Harry, if the Magimerican’s give you any grief, let me deal with them,” she said forcefully. “I’ll make sure that they don’t get a private appointment with you or Lord Voldemort for the next twenty years.”

       “That sounds tempting,” the Dark Lord’s rich voice mused from the side and Harry smiled over at his beloved. He was dressed today in opulent carmine red robes that highlighted his eyes. :Leaving me for a woman?: Voldemort teased mentally, the words something he would never say aloud.

       Harry laughed and as his sister drew back he moved towards the older wizard for a long kiss.

       “Your sister has made it quite impossible for me to detain you at lunch,” Voldemort grumbled softly as they drew back from the other.

       “Oh?”

       “She’s scheduled the presentation of your birthday present for the Wizengamot session.”

       Celandine said nothing. After twenty five years of being the Twin Lord’s Seneschal she’d learnt a thing or two about how to make sure the two of them went to appointments. She’d had too! Else they would never have gotten out of bed. And while the two of them might have enjoyed a more active conquest of their domain in the event that any broke away, she and the rest of the growing empire would not. Scheduling was a god send and it was easier on the purse strings too. War was far too expensive and why any nation with good sense engaged in it, she did not know.

       When it became clear that the green and red eyes looking at her wanted some sort of answer Celandine sighed. “I did give you both the whole day off before my Brother visits Jasmine,” she said, offering a little carrot she had not told them about yet.

       “You’re the best,” Harry complimented his sister already knowing what he would be doing in a week’s time.

~x~x~x~

Life is not quite idyllic, they have enemies but they also have allies and they are still working on their plans.

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