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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297597 -:- Recommendations : 54 -:- Currently Reading : 184
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This chapter is written by: Aya Macchiato

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Chapter 2

The day passed slowly. Voldemort spent a long morning debriefing one of his Death Eaters who had spent the last decade working his way up in the Department of International Magical Affairs. The man apparently worked closely with the magical ministers of several countries as well as with the British Minister of Magic himself. He didn't exactly have any real influence but he did have a lot of knowledge, so he'd had a lot to cover.

Harry had spent that time going through the first couple chapters of the Arithmancy book, and chatting with Nagini while she stretched out lazily along his shoulders and lap. Voldemort adjourned his meeting with the Death Eater for lunch, sending the man away to come back and resume the debriefing at a later time. He had returned to his normal, human visage, then he and Harry enjoyed a comfortable lunch while Harry mentioned a few things he'd read in the book. After that, Tom talked briefly about his meeting and a few noteworthy things he'd learned about the Minister.

After lunch, they went to their normal training room and proceeded in their usual early-afternoon dark arts and dueling lesson. Harry couldn't help but feel even more strongly affected by the Dark Lord's magic than usual and, by the end of a short mock battle, he was panting heavily but not from magical exertion or physical toil. His whole body felt hot and the coil was wound tightly in the pit of his stomach. Tom's every move had been enticing and enthralling. His magic had sang to Harry and it set his every sense alight. He felt intoxicated by the man's dark magic in a way that he hadn't for months. It was quite strange, honestly. He knew he shouldn't be affected by the Dark anymore. He was exposed it to it daily and under controlled circumstances. He wasn't addicted anymore. Not severely anyway and yet he felt himself getting high from Tom's presence the way the Dark Lord's magic did in the beginning.

He couldn't fathom what it meant but he realized he needed to get a hold of himself, and quickly. Harry had closed his eyes and lowered his head as he tried to clear his mind by employing Occlumency. He still wasn't all that good at it but he was slowly improving.

Even though his eyes were closed, he could sense that Tom was approaching him. He instinctively leaned his body towards the other man and sighed with powerful, intense relief as Tom's hand came up and gently stroked Harry's cheek with his knuckles before it moved up to lace his fingers into Harry's hair.

"Are you going to grow it out or do you think you'll get it trimmed soon?" Tom asked, surprising Harry with the question that seemed to just come out of nowhere.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the other wizard with mild confusion for a moment before he truly processed the question. "Oh... well, I was sort of thinking I'd let it grow out. When it's short it just goes every which way, and sticks straight up half the time. It's just this untamable mess. Now that it's got some more length to it, it's a bit easier to get under control."

"Hm, good. I think I'd like it long," Tom mused quietly as he ran his fingers through it again. Harry smiled and his eyes closed instinctively as he leaned his head into the gentle gesture again.

"I really love it when you do this," Harry admitted easily as Tom continued to comb his fingers through Harry's black hair.

Tom quirked a smug grin. "I think I had determined that for myself. You're quite obvious in your appreciation of it."

Harry just grinned sheepishly for a moment. "Do you have any more meetings today?" he asked finally.

Tom sighed lightly and reluctantly pulled his hand back. "I do, actually. This one, hopefully, won't take quite as long. I should be done before dinner."

Harry gave the other man a soft, sad smile. "Alright. I'll probably crack open the Ancient Runes book and start on the first chapter of it. Maybe explore the manor a little."

Tom nodded his head in approval. "Sounds good. Just use your head and don't touch anything that's cursed. We should finish up here as I haven't much time left before my follower is scheduled to arrive."

The rest of the day passed much the same as the previous. Once Tom was finished with his meeting, he and Harry ate dinner then retired to the study to read and relax in each others familiar company. Going to bed was almost a complete repeat of the previous night. There was a brief moment when the two had begun to get lost in each others romantic embrace that Harry thought that they would end up snogging on the bed but, once again, Tom had pulled back, sporting a slightly startled expression. Harry wasn't even sure what that was about, and found himself a bit disappointed that the other man had stopped whatever it was that might have happened had they continued.

The next day repeated the routine of the previous. Tom, once again, had a morning and afternoon debrief scheduled. It seemed that Voldemort intended to meet with each and every one of his death eaters individually to try and garner every last bit of useful information from them about what they knew of the last ten years that might help him in his planning.

The fourth day of Harry's summer holidays was the first to deviate a bit from the previous three. That morning Tom had waited in the room while Harry showered and went through his morning bathroom routine. When Harry came out of the room, he had been surprised to find the man still there, and looking rather thoughtful.

"You mentioned that you mastered a serpentine transformation for the second task," Tom started out of nowhere, catching Harry by surprise by the sudden topic.

"Er, that's right."

"I believe you told me it was a sea krait. That's a breed that can comfortably exist in both water and on land, correct?"

"Right."

Tom nodded, looking thoughtful. "I have a plan but it will require you spending an hour or two in that form. Would that be a problem?"

Harry blinked at him in surprise for a moment. "Um... I think that would be fine. I've never really tried hanging out in that form for that long but I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem. Why, though?"

"Severus is coming this afternoon for a debriefing on his end-of-year encounters with Dumbledore and any new information he might have about the reformation of the Order of the Phoenix. I imagine that much of what he has to tell me will be pertinent to you. I could simply relay the information to you afterwards but it would be simpler if you were there to hear it for yourself. I would also like for you to start witnessing how I handle them in one-on-one meetings more often. However, obviously, I'm not willing to let Severus know that you are living here during the summer. I also doubt he would be entirely forthcoming with information if a third-party was present during the meeting. Especially if that third party is you."

A grin spread across Harry's face as realization dawned. "But he wouldn't hold back if it was just you, him, and your pet snake."

Tom smirked and nodded his head. "Precisely."

They discussed the meeting for a moment longer before Tom transformed into Voldemort and left the room so he could finish up a few things in his study before his morning appointment arrived. Harry got dressed, put on his glamor ring, and then migrated to the library to relax and read. The meeting with Snape wouldn't be until that afternoon at 2pm.

The room where Voldemort had been debriefing the Death Eaters in was one of the many rooms on the first floor that he'd never had any need to enter before. It was on the first floor, just a short distance down the hall from the ballroom. Harry would guess that it had probably been a den or a family room of some sort once upon a time. It had dark wood wainscot panels along the lower half of the walls, and a faded yellowing wallpaper above. It also featured a very large fireplace made mostly of stone, but with a dark wood mantle. Whatever furniture might have originally been in the room had been cleared out and replaced with a large conference table surrounded by chairs.

After a shortened training session that had followed lunch, Harry had visited the room then transformed into his black and white striped serpentine form. He slithered around the room a few times to get a feel for the form again and get accustomed to the room. While doing this he had spotted one of those metal vents that Nagini used to travel around the manor and his curiosity was peaked.

Tom had told him that Severus wasn't scheduled to arrive for another twenty minutes and that he was going to finish up a few things until then, so Harry had some time to kill. He slithered over to the vent and nudged it open with his nose before working his body inside. In his sea-snake form Harry was about the same size as Nagini, so he figured if she could fit inside it, surely he could as well. He spent fifteen minutes working his way through the manor's ventilation system to travel to various rooms all on the first floor. He found that in order to turn around to go back he had to exit into a room because he was just too big, and the vents too small, for him to turn around inside.

Finally he felt the manor's wards alerting him of someone's arrival and he quickly began to backtrack towards the conference room. He could feel Tom's magic as he traveled from the second floor down towards the entry hall where he no doubt acquired Snape and led him to the conference room.

The two had just settled into their seats when Harry pushed the hinged vent open with his nose and began to slither his way into the room. The vent in question was almost directly behind where Voldemort was sitting, and Severus could see him from where he sat opposite the Dark Lord. His eyes widened minutely as he observed the large stripped serpent beginning to enter the room but quickly controlled his expression and refocused on Voldemort.

Harry slithered his way up the chair that was directly to Voldemort's right and then onto the table. Despite all of his efforts to remain focused on the Dark Lord while he spoke, Severus' eyes still strayed to observe the large venomous snake as it sprawled itself across the table in front of Voldemort, whose hands came up lazily and began to scratch one finger along the snake's neck directly behind its head.

Harry hissed in pleasure as the surprisingly wonderful feeling and had to force himself to focus on the meeting instead.

"What news do you have for me, Severuss?"

"Harry Potter is missing," Severus started right away. It was obvious by the long pause after this statement that he had expected some sort of reaction from the Dark Lord at this statement, but whatever he was expecting, he did not get it, so he continued. "The Headmaster is in a panic. Nothing he does will lead him to the boy."

"He discovered Potter's absence rather quickly. It's only been a few days since the students returned to their homes. How did he become aware of it so soon?" Voldemort asked.

Severus' brow rose slightly as the realization that not only was the Dark Lord aware that Potter was missing, he had clearly expected it.

"Apparently, the afternoon that the train arrived in London, the wards around Potter's house fell. The Headmaster has monitors in his office that relay the details of the wards to him and the alarms sounded the instant they fell. He visited the boy's relatives right away to investigate and discovered that some sort of compulsion charm had been used on them. They, apparently, told Dumbledore that they had given Potter permission to visit a friend for the summer."

"Did Dumbledore tell you any of his theories on this? Did he believe that Potter had really run off or..?

"At first he was convinced that the boy had been kidnapped. He visited the Weasley's to speak with Potter's friends. The Weasley twins and the girl seemed ignorant of the entire thing, however the youngest Weasel, a boy by the name of Ronald, revealed that Potter had apparently been making plans for months to stay somewhere other than his relatives this summer. He had kept the plans secret from all but Weasley and Potter's mudblood friend, Granger. Apparently, he gave them some sob story about being mistreated by his relatives. They no doubt refused to tend to his every whim, or denied him sweets or something," Severus sneered.

The sneer froze and shifted into a startled grimace as he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a very angry glare from the Dark Lord.

Snape cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat before continuing. "Weasley was, apparently, ignorant of any details outside of the fact that Potter expected that wherever he was going to be staying would be even safer than his muggle relatives home. Once Dumbledore was convinced that the boy really didn't know anything of value, he left. Yesterday he, apparently, tried to track down Miss Granger in hopes that she might know more. However, she's, apparently, out of the country."

Voldemort nodded his head thoughtfully. "Has Dumbledore shared any of his theories about Potter's actions and motives? Is he suspicious?"

"In the beginning, I believe he was mostly convinced that Potter had been kidnapped. However, after speaking with Weasley, I think he now believes that the boy has simply run away from home. The troubling part is that wherever Potter is hiding out is behind extremely powerful wards. Powerful enough that none of Dumbledore's tracking spells can find him. I believe that this detail is what concerns the Headmaster the most. If he is suspect of Potter's shift in loyalties, he has not expressed so to me. He, however, seems nearly obsessed with tracking the boy down."

Voldemort nodded in acknowledgment and began to lazily stroke his fingers down the snake's neck again, earning a pleased hissing sound from the snake and a hissy chuckle from Voldemort. He refocused on Severus.

"What news do you have of the Order?"

"He has managed to contact most of the old members but is still searching for a location to hold meetings. He gathered a large group of them together yesterday evening at Hogwarts but, obviously, that location will not work for long."

Severus continued on to describe the meeting; who was there and what was discussed. Professor McGonagall was a member, which Harry had to admit, wasn't all that surprising since the organization was founded and run by Dumbledore. Also in attendance at the meeting were a couple newer recruits that included a man named Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was an Auror, and another Auror named Tonks. Old members who had returned included someone named Emmeline Vance, Elphais Doge, Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Sturgis Podmore, Mundungus Fletcher, both Molly and Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, and... Arabella Figg? Dumbledore had been disappointed that Alastor Moody hadn't shown up and had sent an owl to inquire as to his absence.

Those gathered were stunned, horrified, and in quiet disbelief when Dumbledore informed them all that Voldemort had regained a body and was secretly regathering his Death Eaters. Then Snape had been expected to relay a brief summary of the Death Eater meeting he had attended and who had been there. Of course, he had repeated the same story he had given Dumbledore directly after the meeting, which included insisting that only six Death Eaters had returned to the Dark Lord's side, something the Order found reassuring.

The Order members had also been informed of Harry having turned up missing and they had been appropriately panicked by the news. A few members that were rather accomplished in tracking people down were tasked with helping Dumbledore in trying to locate Harry.

Harry found it interesting to learn that Lupin had been in attendance but that Sirius had been absent. Dumbledore had explained to those who had shown up – since many of them still didn't know – that Sirius Black had not been the Potter's Secret Keeper, and that he had been innocent and never received a trial. He said that he had invited Sirius back into the Order but that the man was currently on the run and trying to track down Peter Pettigrew to prove his innocence, thus had not been able to attend.

Harry wondered how long Sirius could use that excuse to avoid the old goat.

Harry also couldn't help but find himself... Stunned? Confused? Angry? – to learn that Arabella Figg was in the Order! Arabella Figg, as in, Mrs. Figg his occasional babysitter and neighbor from Little Whinging? Surely not! But it was true. It was the same woman.

Dumbledore had questioned her and Harry learned from Severus' debrief that the woman was actually a bloody squib, that she had lived down the street from Harry all his life as a fucking spy for Dumbledore. Any doubt that Harry might have retained that Dumbledore maybe really hadn't known of Harry's shitty youth flew right out the window with that revelation. Dumbledore had had a squib spying on him his whole life with the Dursley's. Any attempt to claim ignorance of Harry's mistreatment was a blatant lie. He knew.

Anyway, the old goat had questioned her recent observations of the Dursley's house to see if she had noticed anyone paying them a visit that could have been responsible for the compulsion magic that he had detected when he'd visited them. But she had no idea. As far as she could tell, nothing out of the ordinary had gone on with the Dursley's at all.

All-in-all, the Order seemed to be exceedingly disorganized from Severus' descriptions; although Harry would grant them the fact that this was apparently the first official meeting that they'd had in more than a decade.

The meeting had concluded with the Weasley's offering their home for occasional smaller scale meetings and Dumbledore thanking them, saying he was in the process of trying to secure a more long-term headquarters for the Order to use.

Voldemort then spent the next few minutes relaying to Severus what new misinformation he should leak the next time he was called to one of these Order meetings then informing him of what specific details he would like the Potions Master to try to gain for him.

Finally, Snape stood, bowed low and was dismissed from the conference room. Once Harry felt the man's magic leave the manor, he slithered off the table and onto the floor, and then transformed back into his human form.

"I can't fucking believe that goat-loving bastard had a squib spying on me my whole life! She was my fucking babysitter! And I hated her! She was Dumbledore's spy and she still treated me like shit!" Harry began to growl angrily as he started pacing back and forth in the room like an angry caged cat of some sort.

"And she knew! That bloody bint knew exactly how those muggle bastards treated me so she had to have told Dumbledore. I knew he knew what was going on! My whole life, he knew! FUCKING BASTARD!"

Voldemort just remained seated in his chair, leaning back and calmly watching Harry as he ranted.

"Are you done yet?" he asked with a pointed look that made Harry sigh in frustration and come to sink into one the chair on Tom's right then turn in it to face him.

"Every new detail I learn about that two-faced bastard and the things he's done to me just make me that much more furious. One of these days I'm going to fucking kill that man..." Harry paused and looked up at the Dark Lord suddenly before ducking his head. "Er... unless you want to do it."

Tom leaned back and crossed one leg over the other knee casually, giving Harry a long contemplative look. "No... I think I'll give you that honor."

Harry's head popped up and a big grin spread across his face. "Really?"

Voldemort gave a thoughtful nod before the corners of his lipless mouth turned up. "Yes, I think so. It may even be sooner than you would expect, depending on how my other plans progress. Dumbledore is the first major roadblock that we will need to deal with. Once he is out of the way, the Order will fall apart, leaving nothing but the Ministry itself standing in my way. You've already gotten a glimpse at how pathetically the Order is run, which is exactly the same as it was run in the previous war. Dumbledore holds his secrets desperately close, leaving all others so ignorant of his plans that no one could adequately take control should he suddenly die. And, of course, the Ministry is hardly going to be a challenge, it'll simply require a little patience and a delicate hand."

"Wait, how soon are we talking here?" Harry asked, sitting forward and leaning one elbow on the table before him.

"I am inclined to think that we may be able to move within a year."

"Seriously?"

"Perhaps. We will see. There is much that needs to be accomplished first."

That night when the two retired into the bedroom for the night Harry stripped down to nothing but boxers then sat on the edge of the bed facing the door to the bathroom, waiting for Tom to come out.

Tom exited, once again, wearing nothing but muggle boxer-briefs that Harry had officially decided were utterly delicious-looking on the elder wizard and decided he would pick up a few for himself whenever they went out to shop. Harry stood and met Tom halfway, causing him to raise a slightly amused eyebrow at the younger wizard, but conceding easily when Harry initiated an embrace and locked lips with him.

All evening, Harry had felt the ever increasing magical pull towards Tom, like it was some sort of persistent itch at the back of his skull that he just couldn't get rid of or ignore. Now that they had finally connected, it was like what had been a tiny persistent pull exploded and he felt everything was right and wonderful. The magical pull finally dissolved away, leaving but his own powerful desire for the man and the physical pleasure that their embrace was quickly conjuring in the base of his gut.

Tom's voice came out in a low hum from deep in his throat as their lips pressed against each other and Harry began to caress his hands along the elder wizard's smooth exposed back and sides. Tom's hand came up and dug its way into Harry's hair. His tongue pressed against Harry's lip but the younger man's lips didn't part instantly. Tom pulled hard at Harry's hair, causing a startled gasp. He plunged his tongue in deep through Harry's now parted lips, earning a delicious erotic moan from Harry.

Harry's hands almost instantly became desperate and Tom reacted strongly when Harry's nails managed to scrap rather harshly down the older man's back. Harry worried for a moment that he may have hurt Tom but, an instant later, it became clear that Tom's reaction was a positive one. Tom growled, pulled even harder on Harry's hair, which, oddly enough, just brought about a powerful spike in the pleasure and lust in Harry's gut.

Their whole bodies pressed against tight, revealing every intimate surface to each other. Harry could feel Tom's growing arousal pressing and rubbing against his own, the glorious feeling was making him weak in the knees. Their lips parted, gasping for breath and it was Harry who instantly latched onto the older wizard's neck. The hollow of the neck, just below the Adam's apple, and the hollow below the ear. Those were the places that he had come to realize he liked the best. Tom was incredible with his tongue and mouth and Harry didn't feel he spent nearly enough time returning that favor to the older wizard so he began to do just that in earnest. He trailed his tongue along Tom's Adam's apple, smiling as it bobbed up and down when Tom swallowed thickly, making a long, low quiet moan escaped his mouth and his head lulled back slowly.

Merlin, Tom has a beautiful neck. Of course, Tom had a beautiful everything as far as Harry was concerned. There wasn't a single part of the man's body that he didn't find attractive. He still had yet to see a certain region, although he had at least felt it. He was also looking forward to seeing the man's arse, and the thought filled him with the silliest desire to reach down and grab the man's rear and squeeze. He quickly shoved that thought out of his mind as he trailed his tongue down lower and began to bite on Tom's collarbones.

Beautiful collarbones... beautiful shoulders... beautiful...

Tom pulled back and his hands came down to rest on Harry's shoulders to hold him at a distance. Harry whimpered in surprise then his eyes flew up to meet Tom's red, lust-filled orbs, with confusion and disappointment. Tom was panting lightly but that startled look was filling his face again, despite the obvious lust and desire still clouding his eyes.

Harry's mouth floundered slightly as he searched for the words that he wished to express but just wasn't sure how. He was confused, and if he were honest with himself, he was slightly hurt. "Why?" Harry finally got out.

Tom looked at him with confusion for a moment before he sighed heavily and let his head come down, resting his forehead against Harry's. Yet he still remained silent. The two stood there, loosely embracing each other and slowly regaining their breath.

"We've done more than this before," Harry whispered, rather dejectedly. "I... I don't get why you've been stopping us now. I –"

Tom sighed again and took a step back, completely separating them. He ran his hand through his hair in a somewhat frustrated gesture. "You're still so young..."

"Seriously? This is about my age? But we've done more than this before! Technically, I'm older now than I was then!" Harry insisted.

"But I could stop myself from going too far before!"

"What the hell is 'too far'? And why the heck would that not still apply?"

"The bond, Harry! It's growing! Surely you've noticed?"

Harry blinked at him in confusion before his utterly ineloquent response of "Huh?" escaped him.

Tom growled in annoyed frustration and made a few harsh strides towards the door of the bedroom, causing Harry's chest to suddenly tighten with panic at the thought of the man just walking out of the room in the middle of whatever it was they were doing. But he didn't. He threw the door open, flicked his wrist and Harry felt a wave of the man's wandless magic escape him. A few moments later, an object came sailing through the air and flew right into Tom's hand. He shut the door and came right back to stand before Harry.

Tom's face was still a mask of frustrated annoyance as he flipped through the book quickly and came upon the portion he was apparently interested in. He spun the book around and shoved it into Harry's hands.

"What do you know about magical bonds?" Tom asked in a short, clipped tone. Harry looked from Tom, to the book, and back up to Tom again with utter bewilderment before he took the book and looked down at the page.

"Er... next to nothing, really..." Harry said hesitantly as he began to read the page.

Magical Bonds

There are two primary types of bonds. The Naturally Occurring bond and the Ritually Induced bond.

Naturally occurring bonds exist between two people through the natural order of magic and the world. When two people have a natural bond, upon finding each other signs of the bond will begin to show. Prolonged exposure to each other will continue to strengthen the bond, and certain acts will continue to cement it until it reaches full completion.

A Ritually Induced bond does not exist until the Ritual is performed that creates it. Once the ritual is completed, the bond is generally complete. But, in some cases, certain additional actions are needed to strengthen and complete it fully.

A few examples of ritually induced bonds are the Magical Adoption bond and the Marriage bond.

The Magical Adoption bond is used to create the unconditional love that most caring parents have for their birth children as well as the trust, love, and respect that most children have for their parents, between an adult and child when an adoption bond ritual is performed.

The Marriage Bond ritual was developed mostly as a result of the many arranged marriages that exist among powerful titled families. Two young adults who often had very little exposure or affection for each other would undergo the marriage bond to magically create a level of trust and affection between them to help them have a more successful and happy marriage. The Marriage Bond went out of style when arranged marriages became less prevalent in wizarding society since it was seen as artificially creating love where there was none, but the bond itself did in fact create a deep sense of love, trust, and longing between the two people. It also only worked if both parties were willing.

Examples of naturally occurring bonds include the Complementary Magic bond and the Soul bond.

The Complimentary Magic bond occurs when two individuals find each other who's magic is so similar and compatible that they form a complimentary bond when performing magic near or with each other. Being in each others presence will actually magnify the power of their individual magic, and any rituals performed together will be more powerful and effective due to the mingling of their compatible magic types. Even potions brewed will be more potent when brewed by the two witches or wizards together.

The Soul Bond is one of the most powerful and least understood bonds in magic. It is also so exceedingly rare for two people who share a soul bond to find each other that it is a difficult subject to study.

A Soul Bond exists between two people who's souls are destined for each other in both life and death. No matter what forces surround them, these people will find themselves drawn to each other. The connection is so strong that it can often also be turbulent. As a result, there have been instances where people who are bonded by their souls come together in aggression and a negative bond is formed. The two are pulled together by a powerful and inexplicable force but, instead of pulling them together in love, the power of the draw only increases the aggression and misleads them into approaching each other with violence. However, if a person is unfortunate enough to personally kill their soul bond, their life will be forever empty and desolate.

When Soul Bonded find each other and form a positive bond, the two will likely fall in love in the deepest and strongest way imaginable. True trust will exist between these individuals and they will be capable of relying on each other completely. They will find true contentment and happiness in each others presence that is near impossible to find anywhere else. The longer they remain in each others company and the closer and more intimate they become, the stronger the bond will grow, and the greater effect it will have on them. Those who develop a positive soul bond often also develop a complimentary magic bond as well.

There are numerous other side effects recorded that occur from a fully formed soul bond, ranging from shared emotional empathy, to experiencing each other physical pain.

A fully formed soul bond, while bringing great happiness and fulfillment to the witch or wizard's lives, suffers from the very real unfortunate effect that if one half of the bond dies, the other usually follows very shortly afterwards. They become so dependent on each other that one can simply not live without the other.

Harry stopped and looked up at Tom with a bewildered expression on his face. "I don't get it. I mean, which one... are you saying that you think we have one of these bonds?" Harry asked.

Tom huffed out a slightly frustrated noise and turned to look slightly past the wall. "I'm unsure. I'm not suggesting that what we have is one of these specific bonds, but I'm saying that we have some sort of bond forming between the two of us. I have assumed that it is a side effect – the result of the various rituals that I have performed. My soul piece being lodged into you by accident, combined with the blood ritual that we performed that restored my body..."

"But according to the book, ritual induced bonds are usually instant. But our er... our bond is growing with prolonged exposure."

"You do feel it then?"

"Well, yeah. I didn't really know what it was but I've definitely noticed. I mean, when we first started this," Harry motioned his hand, gesturing between the two of them, "we talked about the magical pull, but we didn't really go into it much... I guess on some level I've definitely realized that it's been increasing slowly, but I haven't really thought much on it." Harry paused for a second, going over what he'd read and thinking about what he'd been feeling over the last few weeks. "I know you said that you thought the magical pull between us was a result of the rituals and the whole 'me housing a piece of your soul' thing, but what if this bond isn't ritually induced?"

Tom quirked an eyebrow and motioned his hand as if to say 'continue.'

"Well who's to say that we weren't both destined to form some sort of bond from the start? Even without all the soul and blood ritual stuff. I mean, there is a bloody prophecy about all this. Made before I was even born. What if this really is a naturally occurring bond? It's growing the way a natural bond would, right? With more exposure to each other and more... interactions... it grows stronger. I'm always feeling it now; this need to be near you. And I do trust you. I trust you with my life. With my happiness... I trust you with everything. You... I just..." Harry huffed and ran his hair through his shaggy black hair, tugging on it rather roughly and sighing a bit as he suddenly wished that it had been Tom to pull it. Bloody hell he was really becoming warped in what calmed him down.

Tom made the few quick strides necessary to come standing directly before Harry and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, holding him tightly. The strong grip felt right to Harry and he sighed, relieved by both the increased nearness as well as the oddly reassuring, controlling, gesture. "The soul bond?" Tom stated, more than asked.

Harry nodded his head slowly. "It... sort of fits, really. The way it could have gone either way. It fits with the prophecy too. Two people drawn to each other so strongly that they're either destined to be mortal enemies or become –"

"Lovers."

"Exactly," Harry said nodding his head. He looked up then, into Tom's piercing red eyes. Tom was keeping his mask up with a powerful force so Harry really wasn't sure what the other man was thinking or feeling. It saddened Harry sometimes to realize that Tom still didn't always trust Harry with his true feelings. But the man had lived a lot longer, and had never really trusted anyone, so he could understand that the mask was a hard habit to break. He knew that he saw more of Tom's true emotions than anyone else ever really got to see, and for that he was grateful.

Harry's hand raised up slowly and it caught Tom's eye. Tom followed it as it came up and rest gently on his cheek. Harry lightly brushed his fingers along the side of Tom's face, brushing the pad of his thumb along Tom's sharp cheekbones and then letting his fingers slide into the elder man's soft black hair. Tom's eyes reluctantly closed and he leaned his head into the touch. He even sighed lightly and Harry couldn't help but smile radiantly, knowing that he could do that to Tom. That he could affect Tom the way that Tom affected him.

"If this really is some sort of destined bond..." Harry began hesitantly and Tom slowly opened his eyes to look at Harry. His red eyes were softer now and traces of the man's emotions were showing through now. "Then... why fight it?"

Tom sighed and lowered his eyes slightly. "It's not that simple, Harry..."

"Why not?"

"The bond will continue to draw us together intimately until we fulfill the bond. You're still too young for that, Harry. It's one thing for the two of us to..." he hesitated for a moment before huffing slightly, "to pleasure each other the ways that we have in the past, but actual sex... you're just –"

"Says who? What the hell does it really matter? Loads of people lose their virginity at fourteen or fifteen."

"Yes, perhaps, but sex between two men is not exactly the same, is it? I have no desire to hurt you, Harry," Tom said sharply causing Harry to blink back, slightly startled.

"You're afraid you'll hurt me?" Harry asked, both surprised a bit, as well as touched. He actually found himself smiling slightly.

"I know I will hurt you Harry. I am not exactly a small man," Tom said with a pointed look.

Harry blushed at the insinuation but also found a pleasant curling in his gut at the thought as well as the reminder the one time he had handled the insinuated body part directly, brought to him. Harry cleared his throat, trying to regain himself and his dignity.

"I know you'll try your hardest not to hurt me, and it'll only get better after that, right? I mean, I've got to get used to it at some point. I doubt I'm going to be doing too much more growing. I already sped my growth up quite a bit with the accelerant potion so I doubt that there will be a lot of difference in my um, room for you... breaking me in now, versus doing it later. I don't see any real benefit in waiting."

Tom snorted and turned away while muttering 'breaking you in' under his breath with an air of sarcastic disdain. Finally, he sighed heavily. "I'm not accustomed to feeling things like this," Tom said quietly, still turned away from Harry. "I have very conflicting urges regarding all of this. It is... difficult for me."

Harry stood there, stunned for a moment by the confession, but recovered and took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around Tom's waist, resting his hands on Tom's stomach and laying his head against the man's shoulder.

Tom pulled in a slow, deep, breath and let it out just as slowly. "Let's go to bed," he said finally.

Harry nodded his head against Tom's shoulder and pulled back to allow the older wizard to turn around in his grasp. They kissed lightly before pulling apart completely and going to their individual sides of the bed then pulling back the blankets.

They settled easily into the center of the bed and Tom turned off the lights with a wave of his hand while Harry curled into his side and rest his head on Tom's shoulder.

"Goodnight, Tom," Harry whispered.

"Goodnight," Tom said as he pressed his lips to Harry's forehead.

The next day, Tom woke first and Harry regained consciousness to the feeling of the elder wizard gently brushing his fingers through Harry's hair.

They went through their standard morning exercises and after they had each showered, Tom insisted that they move directly into the Runes lesson because his afternoon and evening would be full that day. Apparently, every Death Eater who was an employee of the Ministry was coming for a group meeting to discuss various tactics that Tom had planned. Harry asked if he should attend as either Evan Harris or in his snake form but Tom dismissed it as unnecessary since the meeting would not really benefit him any and it would likely find it very boring.

After an hour and a half of discussion on the reading and some exercises, the lesson was done, and they switched to some Arithmancy for about a half hour before having an early lunch.

Tom transformed into his Voldemort visage and left to prepare for the meeting while Harry decided to take a walk around the grounds. He visited the stables, which had been fixed up by the house elves to work as rather nice home for Hedwig. Being daytime like it was, she was in there sleeping quietly but perked up slightly when he entered. He gently petted her then fed her a few treats while she perched on his shoulder, nipping playfully at his ear and ever-lengthening hair. He chatted with her for a while, quietly sharing his thoughts with her, mostly for the need to just get his thoughts sorted out for himself. Finally, she hopped back onto her perch and he left to go back inside. He could feel the magical signatures of quite a few wizards inside the manor now and could tell from Voldemort's powerful magical pulse that he was in the large conference room with the group of them now.

Harry wandered the manor for a while after that, exploring the rest of the rooms on the second and third floor that he had yet to enter before that point. The third floor was occupied mostly by what was obviously intended to be bedrooms. However, they were all empty. Only two rooms, the room that he had stayed in once a few months ago and one other just down the hall from it, were actually furnished with a bed. The rest were completely bare.

Harry spent about a half hour in the 3rd floor storage room, looking over the various trinkets that Tom had recovered from his storehouse earlier that year. This was the room that the box of wands and the pensive were stored in, so he had been in there a few times before, but never with the time to simply explore it.

He was hesitant to touch much of anything though simply because he had no idea what most of it did, and was pretty sure that quite a few of the objects were, in fact, cursed.

Finally, Harry made his way down to the first floor and, after some light exploration, he found the kitchens. Mixey and Grader were both in there, and instantly came to attention upon his arrival. Seeing the kitchen sparked an idea for Harry and he asked the elves if they would mind if he took over the kitchen from them for the afternoon. They were both visibly disturbed by this idea, and it took a considerable amount of persuasion for him to talk the little creatures into allowing him to cook. In fact, he had ended up having to just order them to go do something else and allow him free reign.

Harry realized that he had very little experience in a magical kitchen, that all of his extra magical training and self-instruction outside of his normal class work had done nothing for his magical domestic skills. But cooking was cooking, and he managed despite several setbacks.

About an hour into Harry's cooking excursion, Harry felt a powerful spike in the Dark Magic in the manor that made his heart skip a beat, caused him to gasp, and caused a delicious curling to form in the pit of his stomach. The next moment he heard the distant, muffled screaming of someone under the Cruciatus. Voldemort's exquisite Dark Magic was vibrating through the entire manor, the flavor of it as the Dark Lord brought about a powerful level of pain and suffering in the unfortunate wizard, made Harry pause in his cooking and stifle a moan.

The curse was cut off abruptly causing Harry to whimper and then sigh. He wished he could have been there in the meeting, if only to be present when Tom cast that spell. But he likely would have ended up aroused to the point of distraction if he were in the room with the other man at the time, so it was probably for the best that he wasn't in there. Instead, he refocused on the cooking, hoping to distract himself from the tingling of dark magic that still lightly danced through the air.

Shortly after five thirty, Harry felt the group of magical signatures begin to move and, one-by-one, they vanished from the manor. All except for Voldemort, of course. Harry quickly finished up the last few things he was working on, set the various dishes onto two plates and levitated them, in addition to the some goblets with a bottle of red wine, out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the dining room. Voldemort exited the conference room and came to a stop in the hall as he watched Harry with a bewildered look on his face. The expression was so entirely wrong on his serpentine face that it caused Harry to chuckle and almost lose his focus. He recovered quickly, finishing levitating the food into the dining room and quickly set the table. Voldemort followed behind, now with a mild air of amusement on his face.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asked as Harry finished setting the table.

"I cooked," Harry said with a self-satisfied grin.

"You cooked?" Voldemort echoed, incredulously. "Why?"

Harry chuckled. "Because I haven't in ages, and I've never gotten to cook for someone else who I actually liked and wanted to cook for. I've only ever cooked for myself and for those stupid muggles I had to live with."

"Considering the circumstances under which you were forced to learn the skill, I wouldn't expect you to enjoy doing it."

Harry shrugged. "Oddly enough, I actually kind of do. I got pretty good at it – at least, I think so, and the Dursley's certainly seemed to like it – not that they'd ever thank me. I guess it was pretty much the only thing I could do growing up that could please the bastards at all, so I took a modicum of pride in it. Anyway, it's ready, so do you want to eat now or do you need some more time?"

"Now is fine," Voldemort said easily as he walked over and wrapped one long-fingered, bone-white hand around the back of Harry's head, into his hair then pulled the younger wizard close and kissing him with a surprising amount of passion. Harry hummed in both surprise and pleasure as he reached up to wrap his hands around the Dark Lord's neck then trailed his hand up and down the semi-scaled skin of the man's bald head and neck.

As the kiss deepened, Harry felt the older wizard's tongue pressing against his lips and opened instinctively. He almost gasped in surprise when a forked tongue entered his mouth. He and Tom were rarely intimate like this when Tom was in his Voldemort form so this was a new discovery and he couldn't help but find that he liked it. He moaned slightly and pulled the other man tighter against him as he brushed against the other man's strange tongue with his own. Their embrace and kiss continued for a minute before the two pulled apart. Harry grinned at Voldemort while the elder smirked back.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I would hate for your meal to go to waste," Voldemort said with a lecherous gleam to his eyes and a smirk on his lipless face.

Harry grinned and ducked his head slightly sheepishly. When he looked back up, Voldemort was transforming back into Tom and his face had softened again. The two split apart and took their seats at the table.

Conversation struck up easily enough during the meal. Harry asked how the meeting went, and it was apparently fairly successful. Tom was hoping to get several high Ministry officials under the Imperius but only so many of his Death Eaters ever really had the opportunity to get close to those he wanted. Out of those, only a few were even any good at casting the curse, and they simply could not afford a failed Imperious curse since it would give away the one who cast it.

Voldemort had instructed all of those who were not necessarily any good at casting the Imperious to return to the manor the following week for some training, and at dinner, Tom told Harry that he should be there to help in the training since he was such a natural at it. Harry had ducked his head and grinned at the compliment.

After dinner they retired to the study. Harry ran through a bunch of Arithmancy equations while Tom worked on sorting through a stack of intelligence reports he had gotten from his Death Eaters so far that week and formulating some more plans.

The time finally arrived that Tom suggested retiring to bed and Harry set his work aside and easily agreed. The two made it up to the room and each set about their nightly routine to prepare for bed. Harry had just finished tossing his clothes into the hamper and re-entered the bedroom when a thought struck him.

"So who got crucio'd today in the meeting?" Harry asked with a smirk.

Tom was in the bathroom but the door was open.

"Oh, that was dear Lucius," Tom replied with amusement in his voice.

"Lucy? What'd he do?"

Tom snorted quietly. Apparently, he found the nickname humorous. "Oh, nothing new. I was merely claiming restitution for his actions with the diary."

"Ah, I see."

"I consider this evening a down-payment," Tom added as he turned off the bathroom light and re-entered the bedroom. He was smirking wickedly and Harry couldn't help but chuckle.

Tom walked directly over to the bed and pulled back the covers. Harry pouted lightly but pushed the reaction aside and went over to his side of the bed and did the same. The two climbed in under the covers and easily assumed their usual positions. Harry, however, wasn't the least bit tired. Even now that it was several hours later, he could still clearly remember the feel of Tom's magic as he cast the unforgivable torture curse earlier that evening.

He wrapped his left arm over Tom's chest and found himself aimlessly trailing his fingers over the man's smooth skin. He could feel electric tingles of his and Tom's magic as they danced together under his fingertips. Tom's breathing hitched as Harry's fingers trailed over the older wizard's nipple.

The feel of the other man's skin, mingled with the alluring call of their magic mixing together was making Harry feel lightheaded and tingly all over. He breathed in deep of Tom's musky, earth, and cinnamon scent, and leaned in closer, burying his nose in Tom's neck.

"Mmmm..." Harry hummed as he pressed his face against the older man's neck.

"Harry..." Tom said in a breathy whisper as Harry's lips came up against his neck and parted. Harry began to kiss, delicately at first, but then open mouthed. He licked and sucked but Tom remained quiet for a few minutes with only his increased breathing to indicate a response.

Harry's fingers continued to tease Tom's nipples, and he found himself intrigued with the way they pebbled and stiffened. Harry was trailing his mouth further up and had just begun to lick and tease Tom's Adam's apple when the older wizard growled loudly. Harry barely had time to recognize the sound had been made when he was suddenly being rolled off of Tom's side and onto his back then Tom was over top of him, pinning him down.

Harry gasped; both stunned by the sudden movement, and aroused by it. Tom was suddenly straddling Harry's hips, and his hands were now wrapped roughly around Harry's wrists, pinning them each to the bed on either side of his head. Harry looked up into glowing ruby eyes. He was panting lightly, his eyes were glazed with lust and desire.

"Do you really want this?" Tom hissed out, somewhat breathlessly.

Harry groaned loudly and ground himself against Tom's pelvis, straddling his own. "Yes!" Harry hissed with an air of desperation.

Tom moaned lightly at the delicious friction and Harry could feel the powerful magic around them pulling taught. It was like a rubber band that was being pulled tighter and tighter.

"I want you, Harry," Tom said in a low, velvety voice that made Harry feel as if he were about to melt. "But I want all of you. I can't settle for any less."

"I'm yours, Tom. All yours," Harry panted while nodding his head emphatically.

"It will hurt."

"Then hurt me. I want this." As if to punctuate his statement, Harry bucked his pelvis up again, grinding it against Tom's. The Dark Lord growled and ground right back, causing Harry's head to fall back on the pillow and a low groan to escape his lips.

The band was pulling tighter and tighter. Harry knew he couldn't stop now, even if he had wanted to. He needed to connect with the other man. He needed to join with him like this. He didn't care if it would hurt. He almost wanted it to. He wanted something, anything from the other man. Something to fill this need that was growing deep inside him.

Suddenly, Tom was attacking his lips. Harry instantly reciprocated and Tom's tongue entered the younger wizard's mouth, claiming the first bit of territory in his conquest. Harry arched up and pressed himself against Tom as much as he could manage. Tom held his wrists tightly in his fists and the restraining force caused a strangely powerful reaction in Harry that he didn't entirely understand, but knew he liked.

Tom moved his hands, still holding Harry's wrists up to above Harry's head and switched so he was holding both hands with just one of his. He then reached down with his now free hand and grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair, pulling his head to the side, forcefully to expose his neck. He latched onto it, biting and sucking, lavishing Harry with sinful delights and had him writing and moaning senselessly.

Harry's senses were all on overload and he couldn't make heads or tails of anything for several long minutes. There was only pleasure, sensation, pain, control, and magic. Tom's hands, tongue, teeth, and his cock brushing and rubbing deliciously against Harry's, bringing him so close to the edge, but then pulling away when he sensed that Harry was nearing his completion, driving him absolutely mad with need.

Finally, Tom pulled back, causing Harry to whimper in shock at the sudden lost of sensation. But Tom didn't stop. He released Harry's wrists and hair then began to move south. His tongue trailed over Harry's nipples and trailed down his stomach, to dip, momentarily, into Harry's belly button. Tom's hands gripped almost painfully at Harry's hips, holding him still for an agonizing moment while he tried to arch his pelvis up towards the other man but was restrained.

Tom smirked up at Harry with a wickedness that only made Harry moan loudly with desire and need. Finally, Tom trailed his hands over Harry's boxers.

"Are you attached to these?" Tom asked, causing Harry to blink down at him in confusion.

"Huh? Wha... no. No..."

"Good," Tom said smirking. He waved his right hand over Harry and the boxers vanished without a trace. The sudden loss of fabric brought a rush of cooler air to Harry's skin as he was suddenly exposed to the other man. He gasped in surprise but then moaned at the hungry look in Tom's eyes as he looked down at him.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw Tom's tongue dart out and leave a long, torturous trail of warm saliva along his cock. Harry almost cried out at the touch and the wave of different sensations it brought with it. But, the next moment, he was completely engulfed with warmth and wetness then he did call out. He nearly screamed at the unbelievable sensation and had to fight, hard, to keep himself from bucking up into Tom's face.

Tom pulled back, releasing Harry from his mouth. His hand came up and flicked slightly. Harry felt the magic of the wandless summoning charm and heard a drawer off to the side somewhere open up and saw as some small object blurred past his vision then into Tom's hand.

Harry was panting and his mind was buzzing from the mountain of overwhelming forces waging war on his senses so he wasn't even entirely aware of what was going on until he felt something cool and wet probing at his entrance. He gasped in shock as he felt one of Tom's fingers circling and massaging him.

"Relax," Tom hissed quietly.

Harry nodded his head quickly, not trusting himself to get anything sensible past his lips. Tom's free arm pushed lightly on one of Harry's legs and the younger wizard instantly shifted his pelvis, folding his legs up then apart, exposing himself to Tom.

Tom continued to massage around his entrance and Harry gasped and then moaned in surprise of how good it felt. He was already so aroused, and so sensitive that every little thing seemed intense and wonderful. Then, suddenly, it wasn't just a massage on the outside. The feel of being penetrated was shocking. It was uncomfortable for a moment as Tom's finger first made its way past the outer ring of muscle, but then it was so... different. So new. Warm, tight and pressure in places he'd never really felt it before. Tom moved deeper then inserted a second finger. Harry gasped quietly at the added presence but then cried out in shocked pleasure as the two fingers deep inside him pressed against something amazing. He arched his back involuntarily before pressing back down, wanting to feel more of that amazing pressure.

Tom moved his fingers in and out several times. With each inward thrust, he pressed up against that spot and Harry quickly dissolved into a writhing mass of goo. He could feel Tom's magic working on him down there, exciting certain nerves, while deadening others. He knew the other man didn't want to hurt him, that he wanted this to be good. Harry just wanted it to happen. He needed it. "Tom... please... please, I... I need you," Harry panted.

Tom made a scissoring motion with his fingers a few times, stretching Harry in attempt to prepare him for the imminent intrusion. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, causing Harry to whimper in surprise at the incredible loss.

Tom moved, quickly, upwards and pulled Harry's mouth to his own, kissing him with an intense desperation that Harry rarely felt from the other man. Finally, he slipped back down and maneuvered Harry's legs up and positioned himself at Harry's base. Harry wasn't even sure when Tom had banished his own briefs but didn't spare it thought for very long. He felt the intense pressure as Tom began to press at his entrance and clenched his teeth together to keep from crying out as the head of Tom's member breached the ring of muscle. It was painful but it was also slightly numb. The pain was quickly overpowered by the sudden, intense sensation of magic surrounding him, inside and out.

Tom gasped quietly and, before Harry could register much else, he was suddenly thrust into, deep and hard.

Harry screamed out but the pain was good. His hand flew up and his nails dug into Tom's back, pulling him closer. His heels dug into Tom's backside, pushing him in deeper.

Tom pulled back slightly and then thrust back in a moment later. Again, Harry screamed out from the shock of how intense it all was. How right and good.

"More!" Harry screamed out and Tom acquiesced instantly.

Again and again, Tom thrust into Harry and they quickly built up a furious pace, surrounded by a maelstrom of magic and power and pleasure. Harry could feel everything building up, building up to some tremendous peak. He felt mindless and hungry for more. He needed it. He needed Tom. He wanted to experience the other man reaching his completion while joined like this. They were one like this. There was no closer connection than this. He could feel Tom. It was so far beyond words. Beyond reason.

Harry found himself panting and screaming out nonsense in time with Tom's powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Tom made growling and hissing-like noises but said nothing at first. Without warning, Harry suddenly realized that Tom's hisses were twisting into words. Words that only Harry could understand.

§Harry...§ Tom hissed quietly along with his strained grunts. §Sso tight... sssso... warm... sssoooo good...§

"Oh, Circe! Tom! I'm coming!" Harry moaned out.

§Yes! Yes... now, Harry. Now!§ Tom screamed as he began to growl and groan then did one last, deep thrust. Harry felt himself explode twice. Once for himself then once for Tom, but at the same moment and it was beyond explanation. He screamed out in pleasure and pain and need and fulfillment, and Tom was screaming with him as he jerked erratically against him. Harry could feel the other man's seed ejecting inside of him and the experience was so unlike anything he had ever felt before.

And then the magic dispersed like a storm suddenly clearing and leaving nothing but a clear black starry nights sky in its place. Tom slipped out and collapsed into Harry's body, panting for a moment before he slipped to the side, leaving only half of his body resting on Harry's while the younger wizard's breathing slowly returned to normal and he let his legs fall flat onto the bed.

As the two men drifted off to a deep, rested sleep, they were entirely unaware of the faint pulsing glow emanating from the pair of them.

Harry woke the next morning to find Tom already awake and staring at him with that rare softness in his eyes. Harry smiled up at him groggily for a moment before burying his face deeper into Tom's neck and mumbling something about not wanting to get up yet.

Tom chuckled lightly and began to run his hand through Harry's hair in a gentle, soothing motion. After a moment, Harry pulled back just enough so that his voice wouldn't be muffled anymore.

"Hey, Tom?"

"Yes, love?"

Harry's mouth moved to continue but his voice died in his throat for a second before he recovered from the small surprise. He cleared his throat and continued. "Last night was amazing," he whispered with a smile on his lips.

Tom chuckled. "Ah... yes it was."
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