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Sir and Lord	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 16388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Warnings: torture

This chapter has no other warnings, but there will be more warnings in the coming chapters. If you are uncomfortable reading about certain themes (cbt, bdsm,...), but you still want to know how the story goes, you can always read the 'safe version' at fanfiction.net (same author, same story name). Though this chapter is no different than the one you will find there.

"parsletongue"

"normal speech"

Chapter two

Harry tuned out his friends, glancing at the clock once again. He smirked when he saw that it was finally five P.M. He could go home! He started to get up but Hermione's voice made him look down again.

"Harry! Are you sure we don't need to come with you? I mean…" Hermione glanced nervously at her husband but Ron just shrugged. Harry stood up, smiling reassuringly at his friends.

"He won't do a thing, he can't really."

"Aren't you afraid?" Hermione asked with a whisper. Harry shook his head, but deep down he was a little scared. It was Voldemort, not just any death eater. But he tried to keep himself strong, his Gryffindor bravery was not letting him back down now.

"Harry, I shouldn't be meddling with this but…what are you going to do? I mean, how do you plan to handle this?" Harry shrugged. He didn't have a plan, only a feeling of hatred and just a little apprehension.

"I'll see Hermione, don't worry." Harry knew she was against the treatment Voldemort had got the past year and when he told her that Kingsley had been planning on killing Voldemort, she said that that would be a smart decision. When she then learned of Harry's interference, she had not been pleased. She had almost blamed it on his hero-complex, but she and Ron both saw that he had other reasons.

They let him go home without much protest, but Harry could see that Hermione had that determined expression on her face. He was going to hear about this later…

Grimmauld place held many rooms and Harry had emptied almost all of them when he had come to live there. Only the bathroom, kitchen and his bedroom were still intact. The living room was empty, except for one armchair Harry used to read in. He really needed to buy some furniture…Although when he entered his living room from the floo, he found himself quite liking the sight before him. His almost empty living room was now filled with three big things. The wooden pole where Voldemort had been bound to stood against one of the walls. A strange looking table stood against another wall and right in the center of the room stood a cage with his new possession in it. It wasn't a big cage, but it had black restrains hanging from the bars, Harry guessed to bind hands and feet. But The Lord was not fastened with those restraints. His arms were bound behind his back with a simple rope, he was naked and leaning against his cage so he could draw his legs up. His feet were bound together and a leash went from that rope to the cage. He wasn't wearing a collar so Harry could see the excessive bruising on his neck. His pale skin was black and blue and Harry wondered if he needed to do something about it. It didn't look healthy. His gag was still in and the blindfold was still around his eyes.

Harry stepped forward and the Lord turned his head a little. His body looked painfully thin, even when folded like this.

"Hello." It was stupid but it was the only thing he could think of. The man did not react…not that he could. Harry stepped forward and he swore he could see his new possession tense. Harry had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do…He slowly inched forward and went to stand behind the Lord.

"How did it feel, when they talked about your death as if you weren't really there? Were you afraid?" No reaction.

"Should have changed the pole for a grave." He muttered remembering the graveyard in which Harry had witnessed Voldemort's rebirth.

He slowly inched closer to the cage. The man tensed even more and Harry saw that he righted his back a little, as if he was preparing himself for some pain. Harry frowned. Yes, he wanted to hurt Voldemort but more than anything else…he felt a craving to find the human person under this monster. He wanted to see tears in the Lord his eyes, he wanted to hear him beg for mercy and ask for the most stupid things. And something, deep down wanted the Lord to ask for pleasure… Harry knew that Voldemort was used to pain and could endure quite a bit of it…but a caress? Maybe a stroke? Harry his eyes trailed over that awkward body and he tried to get another glance at the Lord his penis. He could recall the soft looking flesh, flaccid but not small. The Lord wasn't freakishly big, he was normal for his own height and even a little bit more than that.

Harry shook his head. He needed to stop thinking those things, first he needed to see what was left of the great Dark Lord Voldemort.

Harry crouched down behind Voldemort and he lifted his hand to undo the gag and blindfold. He tried not to touch that smooth head while his fingers unstrapped the gag, but Merlin he needed to restrain himself. That soft strange looking skin was almost calling to be touched, pinched and stroked. He let the gag go and heard how it fell down. The Lord kept quiet though and Harry undid the blindfold, standing back up and walking to the armchair.

The man's eyes looked bloodshot and he looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes. It was a strange sight to see on a man without a nose or normal facial features. He blinked a few times and seemed to be taking long breaths with his mouth, as if he was savoring his new freedom.

"Is it difficult for you to breathe only through your nose?" Red eyes snapped to him and that strange mouth closed, now forming a thin line of anger. Harry leaned back a bit.

"Just asking. I don't mind gagging you for the rest of these six months, but I don't want you to end up dead in that cage without me even helping." The Lord was staring at him and Harry wondered if something was wrong with his hearing. His silence was fine though, Harry wasn't bothered by it. He felt a little strange and he didn't really know what to do. He said to himself that he wasn't afraid, but deep down he was a little. If he hadn't been he would have taken the Lord out of the cage the moment he had entered.

Slowly the man blinked, as if he had finaly found his own mind again and he shifted a little. He tried not to let the pain he felt show on his face, but Harry was not fooled. He had seen Voldemort far too much during the war, in real life but also in his dreams. He knew how the man looked when angry, surprised, happy and in pain.

"What kind of information does the ministry require from me?" The question startled Harry and he stared a little at Voldemort. The man his voice was soft and it was only because there was no other sound in the room that Harry had heard him in the first place. The Lord his voice still sounded the same, cold and with a slight hiss to it. Harry frowned.

"What?"

"What kind of information does the ministry require from me?" Harry shook his head slowly and he could see that the Lord narrowed his eyes in anger.

"You do not know. I should have known. Where is that mudblood of yours, she must know what is required of me." Harry jumped up in anger and stomped to the cage, drawing his wand and pointing it at Voldemort through the bars. Red eyes went from his face to the wand.

"You should shut your mouth halfblood." He spat and he saw pure anger flare in those red eyes. The Lord his face was screwed up and something like a snarl came from him.

"In this house you will address everyone with ma'am or sir and you will not use any foul words like that or I will wash your mouth out with soap. Isn't that what they did in the orphanage?" It wasn't surprise that showed on his face but the Lord seemed to be taken aback by Harry's comment. Harry smirked at his prisoner.

"Yes, I know Tom." Both glared at each other and Harry almost cursed the man, but then something strange happened. The Dark Lord Voldemort lowered his eyes, it happened only a second before his eyes snapped back to Harry's face, but it had happened. For everyone that could mean nothing, but Harry knew that it wasn't nothing. It calmed him down and Harry placed his wand back in his pocket, ignoring the disgusted stare he got from Voldemort.

"Now, what did you mean? Kurt has been interrogating you for a year now and you don't know what he wanted? What the ministry wants?" Harry doubted this of course, but Voldemort his question had sounded too sincere. The Dark Lord slowly nodded, his whole posture still stiff and awkward.

"Until this morning I did not know what he wanted to know from me."

"But you gave him information?"

"Of course not." Harry rolled his eyes. Of course not. He shook his head and sighed. His stomach rumbled a bit and he scratched his belly, wondering what he was going to eat.

"Potter…"

"I don't want you to say my name." He did not want to hear the name of his parents on those lips. A smile slowly formed on the Lord his lips and Harry balled his fists. But Voldemort seemed to be smart enough to keep his little joke for himself.

"Why don't we strike a deal? I will give the information that the ministry needs, you I will give knowledge even your muggleborn friend will never know of and a way of controling magic you can't even imagine…and in exchange you will make this situation tolerable for me and you will make sure that I will not be killed when these six months are over." Harry gaped at the man. Hermione would probably consider this, maybe not with every term giving by Voldemort, but she would think about it. Knowledge was power, was it not? But Harry didn't really need all that knowledge to be in power.

"I will not make a deal with the murderer of my parents. I do not care for your knowledge, and whatever the ministry needs, you will give them without a doubt when these six months are over. Now, I'm hungry. You going to be silent or do you want the gag again?" Voldemort gave no reaction and Harry walked past him to the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

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