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Carry on my Wayward Son	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18784 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Yay, another update!! Thank you all so much for your feedback and again sorry for those I haven't had a chance to reply to yet. It's really pleasing to hear that you're all enjoying the story so much, it makes all the work worth it. Anyway on with the chapter, I'll write more at the end.
In Service
Nagini slithered through the manor ensuring everything was ready for the boy’s arrival. Voldemort had been running the house elves ragged all morning preparing the manor for another occupant, although if you asked the man himself he would refuse to admit that Harry’s arrival had anything to do with it.
“I am simply having the house elves tidy up around here, Nagini. I am the dark lord after all and I should live in a place fitting of the dark lord,” he’d told her that morning when she asked. She had laughed at him and headed off to find some mice, not wanting to get trampled underfoot by a house elf which she would then have to eat because she couldn’t abide people standing on her. They were terrible to digest, not to mention Tom would then have to replace it.
She had returned only moments ago to find the manor completely spotless and sparkling with new furniture and draperies. The wooden floors were polished and the carpets either replaced or meticulously cleaned. The windows were open to allow in sunlight and air the place, which had, until that point, smelled a little musty, but now smelled like summer breeze. The death eaters who lived in the manor with their lord, 5 of them in total, were walking around the downstairs level looking lost and confused, having been kicked out of their rooms by the house elves who wanted to clean them. She hissed at them as she passed, enjoying how they scurried out of the way, much like the mice in the stable out back had done earlier that morning. Once she was past them she headed up the stairs, eager to see what Voldemort had decided to do about a room for their new guest.
She knew the man planned on keeping Harry close, for his own protection as well as the boy’s. The dark lord had also mentioned having a mask made that Harry could wear when the death eaters were around so they wouldn’t find out who he was and accidentally cause him harm not realising Voldemort was already well aware of his presence.
She found Tom in his room and slithered inside to ask where the boy would be staying. She didn’t need to ask however, as the moment she entered the room she saw a door that hadn’t existed before.
“Ah, Nagini, how was your morning hunt?” she turned at the sound of Tom’s voice and drew back in surprise when she saw the man standing before her. It was Tom, her Tom, the Tom he’d been before his death that night in Godrick’s Hollow.
“Tom … you look-”
“Different?” he cut her off with a raised eyebrow.
“No, not different, the same. The way you used to,” she replied, slithering around him to take in the full, currently naked, view of her master’s body.
“Do you approve, my dear?” he asked when she was finished her assessment and had returned to his front.
She rose up on her tail and darted out her tongue to lick his cheek, the closest thing to a kiss she would ever be able to give him. “While you have always been yourself to me it is good to see you with your true body back,” she replied honestly and he reached forward to pull her into his arms, allowing her to wrap her body around his and return the embrace.
“I am glad of this also,” he replied with a smile, that looked much more fitting on his face now that he had lips again.
“I see you have made a room for the boy,” she stated pointing her head in the direction of the new door on the wall. “I admit I am surprised, I knew you wanted to keep him close but I thought you would simply have him stay in one of the other rooms in this wing. No one else is allowed up here so he wouldn’t be threatened,” she explained her reasoning.
“Ah, Nagini, as much as I wish that were true you know as well as I do that there are many among my death eaters whose curiosity it a dangerous thing. Bellatrix for example. As much as I trust her to do my bidding I do not trust her not to break the rules and go snooping, particularly as Mr Potter will not often leave my side and we are both well aware of her somewhat disturbing feelings for me,” Voldemort explained. “This way if anyone wants to see just who my new companion is they have to come through me and you before they even get close, something that isn’t going to happen. That room, by rights, does not exist. Anyone walking around the halls wouldn’t know it was there as I have merely widened the room internally and added a new wall for the boy’s privacy, I think it will be the safest option. Besides, there will not be much time during the day where Mr Potter will not be by my side, as per the contract,” Voldemort finished, placing Nagini back on the floor and turning to study himself in the full body mirror he’d attached to his wall.
“Am I handsome, Nagini?” he asked quietly, his ruby eyes still studying his naked form.
“You are indeed, Tom,” Nagini replied, enjoying the smile this brought to his face.
“The elves will be here in a moment to measure me up for the new robes I’ve ordered them to make. What colour do you think I should go with? Black, green, purple or red to match my eyes?” he asked.
Nagini laughed at the man’s sudden onset of vanity. “Well that depends, are you asking in general or are you speaking specifically of when our guest arrives?” she asked slyly.
He glared at her in the mirror. “I am not dressing up to impress, Potter,” he hissed.
“Of course not, Tom. However if you were I’d choose something in red and black, he is a Gryffindor after all,” she suggested before slithering over to the door to Harry’s room and nudging it open.
The room was quite nice, Tom had even acquired a new bed and bed linens for it as well as new carpets. There was a window allowing light into the room, although Nagini was sure that if she looked at the building from outside she wouldn’t find one, a private little walk in robe and ensuite, a desk and a chair, a comfortable couch for reading and bookshelves lining the walls. All in all it looked like Tom’s room only on a smaller scale.
“What do you think, lovely?” Voldemort called to her and Nagini returned to the main bedroom where her master was being measured by a house elf for his new robes.
“I think it will suite our young guest just fine,” she commented as the elf disappeared with a pop.
“Glad you approve,” Voldemort replied, heading for his private bathroom. “I’ve decided I want to have a little gathering tonight, a masquerade in fact. The house elves are sending out the invitations as we speak. In the mean-time I think I’ll take a bath, care to join me?” he offered and Nagini quickly slithered after him. She never said no to a bath.
XX
Harry arrived at the Dark Lord’s manor and slipped inside as he had every other time he’d come. This time however he found the manor well lit and excessively clean. The house elves were bustling around the place in a flurry of activity and death eaters were wandering the halls looking as lost as Harry felt. He managed to slip past them and was heading up stairs to look for Voldemort when he happened upon Nagini who noticed him immediately despite the invisibility cloak and headed in his direction.
She stopped just shy of a metre away from him. “Am I in danger if I approach today?” she asked warily.
“No,” he hissed quietly in return, “I have not used that spell today.”
“Good, come along then,” she hissed back, leading him up the stairs and down a corridor to the left. “Master is in his suite awaiting your arrival,” she informed him.
Harry followed her until she reached a door and ordered him to wait before slithering inside. Moments later he heard the dark lord’s voice order him to come in and he took a deep breath to compose himself before doing as ordered. As soon as he was through the door he closed it behind him and removed his invisibility cloak. The room was nothing like he imagined it, tastefully decorated in black, green and purple with a very large canopy bed in the centre, constructed of a dark brown wood with matching bedside tables. The walls were lined with bookshelves, each filled to bursting with books. There was one large window under which was a comfortable looking black leather couch and a desk and chair. There was a door on the right hand wall and one on the left. The door on the left was currently open and Harry could see the end of Nagini’s tail poking out of the doorway.
“Good evening, Mr Potter,” Voldemort’s voice greeted him from behind the door. It sounded different somehow, richer. “I trust you had no difficulty on your way in.”
“No, My Lord,” Harry replied, not sure what he should do until a house elf appeared and pulled on his hand.
“Lissy is going to show you your room and take your measurements, do as she instructs,” the Dark Lord called and Harry followed the elf through the door on the right hand wall. The room he found behind the door was possibly the nicest he’d ever had. It was set out much like the Dark Lord’s only slightly smaller with plain coloured sheets and drapes and the bookshelves currently empty. It was really lovely, a little disturbing of course that he was only a wall away from the Dark lord and that the only way he could get out was by going through the other man’s room.
Well, the dark lord had written in the contract that Harry was not to leave his side unless specifically allowed or ordered to, Harry just hadn’t expected him to be so keen on enforcing it while they slept. Still, as odd as Harry found it, Voldemort was calling the shots now and he didn’t have a choice so there was no point mulling over it.
He put his stuff down on the bed and held still so the elf could measure him. When she was done she told him to shower and she would be back with clothing for him by the time he was out. Harry did as she asked, pleased to find towels, soap and shampoo already present in the bathroom. He showered thoroughly and emerged to find that there were in fact clothes waiting for him, and not just any clothes but dress robes, really nice ones. The Jacket and pants were black, the shirt was violet, the waistcoat was a darker purple and the tie was the same purple as the shirt with darker purple patterns to match the waistcoat.
The elf helped him get them on before taking his glasses and mending his eyesight with a snap of her fingers. Harry never knew house elves could do that. She then poked around with his hair until she had his unruly curls in a style that could only be described as bedroom hair, something that made harry blush. He had to admit he looked damn good. The last thing she did was pick up an ornate black and purple mask decorated with jewels and sporting a large purple feather out one side. She placed it on his face and Harry felt it immediately mould around his face to fit him like a second skin. It ran along his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose covering his eyes and most of the top half of his face. It didn’t end smoothly as masks in the muggle world often did to make them easier to wear; it had instead jagged, curling edges, one of which covered his scar which Harry was positive had been the intent. She secured it to his face with a spell and at last she was done with him. She allowed him to peruse his reflection for a moment before informing him that the master was awaiting him in the adjoining room.
Harry couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Not only did he look mildly ridiculous but he’d be floating through a room full of death eaters and none of them would have any idea who he was. He hid his wand holster in his sleeve and ensured his wand was secure before heading out to meet Voldemort.
He entered the lord’s bedroom and had just closed the door behind him when he spotted the man and stopped in shock. Tom Riddle the teenager had been handsome; Lord Voldemort the man was utterly delectable. The man’s smile when he spotted Harry made Harry’s knees momentarily weak and he had to remind himself that he was looking at the man who wanted him dead.
“Good evening once more, Mr Potter,” he greeted Harry as he had earlier, looking over him with assessing eyes. “I must thank you for your lovely gift yesterday. As you can see it definitely worked out in my favour,” he said, motioning to himself before turning his attention back to Harry. “Lissy did a wonderful job on your robes I see and even your hair, I never thought I’d see that untameable mop doing anything but falling as it always does.” He turned away then and Lissy placed a mask very much like Harry’s, only it was red and black with more ornaments and a bigger feather, on the dark lord’s face.
Harry took the moment the man was occupied to study him. His robes were much like Harry’s only just like his mask they were two tones of red where Harry’s were purple and he wore black leather gloves as an accompaniment. The man himself was tall; at least a head taller than Harry and that was after Harry had passed his 16 year old growth spurt. He had long, silky, black hair that had just the slightest wave in the mid-lengths to ends, skin the colour of polished marble, sensuous blood red lips and eyes that looked like sparkling chips of ruby. Harry had been right, this Voldemort was a hell of a lot easier to look at than the snake faced being he’d been before, he’d just have to be careful not to be drawn in by the man’s inhumanly beautiful face and forget that in the end he still wanted Harry dead.
Lissy moved away so the man could study her handiwork and look himself over before dismissing her. He then turned to Harry and asked. “Shall we go?” motioning to the door.
“Yes, my lord,” Harry replied and followed the older wizard from the room. The man’s voice felt like a sensual caress, no wonder he’d managed to entice so many people to serve him before he died. Nagini stopped him just outside the door and held a pair of gloves like Voldemort’s out toward him with her mouth. He took them and thanked her before jogging to catch up with the older wizard, pulling them on as he went.
“I decided that the best way to reveal my newly restored body to the rest of the death eaters was to have a party.” The lord explained when Harry was walking beside him once more. “I decided on a masquerade because come tomorrow you will be wearing a mask as a permanent feature and I figured it would be a good excuse for my death eaters if they ask why I will not allow them to see your face. I can tell them you simply looked too delectable in a mask tonight and I therefore ordered you to wear one from now on. Of course I don’t really need to come up with anything, I am their boss and this is my manor, I can do what I like in it. When you have people like Bellatrix around however, one can never be too careful,” Voldemort explained and Harry nodded.
“Tonight you will address me as My Lord and nothing more. I will not address you or introduce you by name at all. As far as anyone else will know you are my newest death eater with who I have found favour due to your bringing me the information on Moody’s whereabouts and the healing liquid. I shall not have to call on you as you will not leave my side this evening and you will obey my every command. I will tell the others that you are not permitted to speak to anyone unless I give my express permission and if you are spoken to you are not to answer, is that understood?” Voldemort asked, stopping just before the stairs and turning to face Harry.
“Yes, My Lord,” Harry replied and the Dark Lord gave him one more once over before making his way down the stairs, Harry following close behind. They reached the entrance to the ballroom and Harry could hear the sound of music and conversation floating under the door. Voldemort alerted the house elf who was standing by the door that he was ready to be announced and moments later the music stopped and a young witch’s voice was heard through the door.
“Lords and ladies if I may have your attention please. It is my great pleasure to announce the arrival of your host, our lord and master the great Lord Voldemort.”
Applause rang through the room and Voldemort signalled for Harry to stand back as the doors opened and he stepped out onto the raised balcony overlooking the ballroom. The applause died and for a moment everything was silent, save for several gasps of shock. Then Harry heard the rustling of fabric and he could only guess that the death eaters were all bowing to their master.
“Welcome friends and loyal subjects,” The Dark Lord spoke. “I have called you here on this most auspicious evening to help me celebrate not one, or even two, but three pieces of wonderful news. The first and most obvious of these being the restoration of my body; something that I have been searching for the magic to perform since my return to the mortal plane. My power will only increase now and we are moving ever closer to our goal of overthrowing the Ministry.” Applause rang through the ballroom and when it had died down the Dark Wizard continued.
“The second is the capture of Mad Eye Moody which was expertly handled by Bellatrix and the team she took out with her last night. Moody was kidnapped from his home and now resides in my dungeon, well done, Bellatrix.” More applause filled the air and Harry heard Bellatrix laughing like a lunatic, obviously pleased with herself. “And finally,” Voldemort continued when the applause died down once more. “It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to the reason for our current good fortune. The man that supplied me not only with the whereabouts of Moody and how to get past his wards, but also with the healing liquid that restored my body. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my new right hand.”
He motioned to the door behind him and taking it as his cue to approach Harry moved to the Dark Lord’s side and was greeted by uproarious applause. He gave the group a slight bow before turning to the dark lord and giving him one that was much more exaggerated. Voldemort was obviously pleased with him as he held out his hand to assist Harry to his feet.
“I must ask that you do not address the young man directly this evening and direct any questions you have for or about him to myself. I expect you all to treat him with the upmost respect and warn anyone who may be feeling jealous of his position that any kind of attack made on him in the attempt to take that position for themselves will be met with a very painful death, regardless of who you are,” he added with a pointed look in Bellatrix’s direction. “I thank you for your continued support and hope you have a wonderful evening,” the Dark Lord finished and headed down the stairs to join his death eaters in the ball room, his hand, surprisingly, still holding on to Harry’s.
He released it at last when they reached the bottom of the stairs and several of the Death Eaters approached the dark lord and bowed in greeting. Harry recognised a few of them, but most were foreign to him.
One person that did stand out was Umbridge. Even if he hadn’t had her stupid laugh burnt into his memory the insane amount of pink frills covering her dress and mask would have given it away. At that moment he was happier than he could express that Voldemort had given him the no speaking rule on their way down. The woman, most likely wanting to get on his good side in the hopes that it would help her climb higher in the ranks, moved to grab his hand and introduce herself. The stunned look on her face when he pulled his hand away as if touching her would burn him and refused to address her at all made him want to laugh his head off. But he ignored the urge and turned his attention to Voldemort and what he was discussing with a group of the others instead.
When the group dispersed Voldemort brought his hand to Harry’s face to hold him still and whispered in his ear. “Did Umbridge try and speak to you?”
Unfortunately yes,” Harry replied softly, memories of the blood quill fresh in his mind. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’ve run out of uses for her and she might be finding herself on the receiving end of a killing curse any time soon?” he asked.
Voldemort froze for a moment; then suddenly he chuckled. “We still have not discussed why you decided to join me, Harry, but I find myself more and more curious with each word you speak,” he whispered into Harry’s ear, causing Harry to tremble slightly despite himself. His ears were a sensitive place for him and it seemed the effect the man’s voice had on him only intensified when he whispered.
This reaction was foreign to Harry. He should be repulsed by the man’s close proximity but he wasn’t, in fact he didn’t mind it at all. Was it something to do with the contract? Harry didn’t remember reading anything that would suggest so, but he couldn’t imagine any other reason for him to react this way, he certainly never had before. He hoped the dark lord hadn’t felt his reaction, but the hope quickly died when he felt the man’s grip on his face suddenly tighten.
He soon found his face turned to meet the dark lord’s and he knew Voldemort was planning to use some form of legimancy on him. His ruby eyes were full of too many emotions to name, but anger was definitely chief among them.
“Does my close proximity bother you, Mr Potter?” he hissed angrily and Harry felt the dark wizard’s mind probing into the top layer of his own, a test to see if he was lying when he replied.
“No, My Lord, it does not,” he replied honestly and moments later the look of anger faded from the dark wizard’s crimson eyes, which then filled with curiosity and … was that delight?
“I see,” he replied, a sly grin spreading across his sensuous, blood red lips. His grip on Harry’s face relaxed into something that was almost a caress and for a moment he just studied Harry’s most likely wide eyes. “Do you desire her death?” he whispered and it took Harry a moment to remember what it was they were talking about before the new topic distracted him. Umbridge … The Dark Lord was asking if Harry wanted her dead. Would he really do that for Harry? Was it what Harry really wanted? He hated the bitch for what she’d done to him and his classmates but did he really want her to die for it?
Honestly, yes, he did.
The dark lord was still very close to him and waiting patiently for his answer, his eyes intently studying Harry’s face. He had to word his reply right of course, he didn’t want to upset the other man. “If she still serves a purpose and will help you achieve your goals then no, I do not. If she has outworn her usefulness however …” He trailed off, allowing the other man to draw his own conclusions.
Voldemort’s smile widened. “Well, well, well, Harry Potter, those have to be the last words I ever thought I’d hear out of you. The story you have yet to tell me must be a good one, I look forward to it.” He pulled away from Harry and motioned to Bellatrix who was standing just off to the right, watching them with wary, searching eyes. She brightened as soon as she noticed she had his attention and skipped to his side.
“How may I serve you, My Lord?” she asked.
“Umbridge broke my rules, Bellatrix,” he told the black clad woman. “I do not wish to interrupt the party with the consequences, but I would like you to keep an eye on her. When it looks like she is leaving I want you and Rodolphus to stun her and take her to the dungeon. Make sure she and Moody are in different cells,” the dark lord commanded.
“As you wish, My Lord,” Bellatrix agreed before slipping away to find her husband and inform him of the plan.
Voldemort moved back over to Harry and whispered in his ear. “By tonight, or at the very latest early tomorrow morning, Umbridge will be in my dungeon. Consider it a reward for your good behaviour so far. Keep it up and there will be more.”
Harry closed his eyes as the man’s voice threatened to bring about another tremble and when he was sure he was composed enough to speak without his words coming out a jumbled mess he said, “Thank you, My Lord.” Then as an afterthought he asked. “How may I show my gratitude for this gift?”
Voldemort smirked and brought his hand up to gently touch Harry’s cheek. “For tonight your continued good behaviour will be sufficient,” he replied and Harry gave the man a small bow of gratitude, which only served to make the dark lord’s grin grow even wider. For a moment the lord just watched him, his eyes studying Harry’s face as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Then, as if a bomb had dropped, he turned away and his attention seemed to move on to the rest of his guests who he was yet to talk to. Harry took a deep breath to compose himself and followed after the other man, not wanting to fall out of his good graces.
XX
The rest of the night was uneventful, but Harry could definitely say he learnt a lot. The Dark Lord’s followers were many and varied and they hailed not only from the UK but many other countries as well. There were no more intense moments between Voldemort and himself and Harry managed to go the entire night without breaking any of the rules set for him, which appeared to please the Dark Lord greatly. Harry was more than ready for bed by the time the party drew to a close and as soon as all the guests were gone, and Umbridge was securely locked up in the dungeons, Voldemort ushered him upstairs to bed.
He barely paid any attention to the hallway or the Dark lord’s room as he passed through it. When he reached the door to his room however he paused and not wanting to get on the man’s bad side asked. “Is there anything else you require from me before I retire, My Lord?”
Voldemort looked surprised by the question and for a moment it seemed to Harry that he may be giving the answer serious thought. His crimson gaze flew to meet Harry’s for a moment before he shook his head and wished Harry a good night.
Harry bid him goodnight in return and headed into his room. He barely managed to change out of his dress robes and throw on a pair of pyjama pants before falling into bed. He was exhausted and it was probably a good thing. Had he not been the idea of spending his first night in the clutches of the Dark Lord would have surely kept him awake all night. As it was he barely remembered his head hitting the pillow before sleep claimed him.
XX
The argument going on behind the door was angry and heated and Ron was glad for once that they’d chosen to leave him and the other teens out of it. Harry was gone. And not only was he gone he’d been taken from right outside the Weasley Burrow. The Order was furious with Arthur for not managing the wards around the property correctly, Molly was distraught beyond words that she’d let him out of her sight, Remus was berating himself for going back to report rather than staying until Harry left; all in all it was a recipe for disaster. Ron was happy to be on this side of the door this time.
Hermione and Ginny were up in Ginny’s room, huddled together sobbing and blaming themselves for not following Harry immediately when he went outside for air. Fred and George were with them and trying to be consoling. Only Ron sat alone in the kitchen, waiting to hear what the adults were going to do about the boy’s disappearance. He told the others he was upset and just wanted some alone time, but in truth it was far more than that.
He was torn. On one hand he’d always known Harry was going to die before the war ended, he’d known since the night before he’d left for his first year of Hogwarts just as he’d known it was his duty to ensure Harry stayed on the path they needed him on to save the world. It was a mission he’d accepted gladly because it meant he could save his family and he’d befriended Harry with the intention of seeing it through. Somewhere along the way though Harry had become more to him than a mission, he’d become a friend and Ron had grown to truly like the other boy, even love him in a friends only way.
It had upset him to know that at the end of it all the boy was destined to die, but he knew it was the only way so he’d soldiered on. Now Harry was gone, and not at the end of the war but before it had really even started. All the years of planning Ron, Arthur, Dumbledore and most of the rest of the order had done were for nothing. He was upset that Harry was gone, sad for what might have happened to him, but also incredibly angry at the moron for being taken now, before he’d done what they needed him to do. His mind was currently at war with itself, trying to decide which emotion was stronger.
Ron’s family weren’t safe, they were just in more danger and now there was nothing Ron could do about it except wait for new orders from Dumbledore. He buried his face in his hands and sighed; this was all a big mess. What were they going to do without their damned hero? Who was going to kill Voldemort now? Nobody would fight if Harry wasn’t leading them, except maybe the order. They were all too scared; they’d just end up surrendering themselves to Voldemort and the order wouldn’t be enough to beat the death eaters.
Knowing there was nothing to do except wait Ron growled in annoyance, deciding to focus on the more useful emotion of the lot, his anger. Anger made you stronger, being upset just made you a useless wreck like his mother was bound to be for some time now. Damn Harry to hell for being taken, damn him for failing them all. Ron should never have wasted his time befriending the useless would be saviour.
Yes, the anger was definitely more useful than the pain. It felt better too.
XX
End of chapter
So what did we think? I've always thought of Voldemort, before his death, as something like a vampire. Not the whole blood sucking thing, but the alluring, irresistible part, hence why Harry's being so strongly affected by him. Don't worry I'm not just going to have them fall into bed or anything of the sort, those stories annoy me because they don't seem realistic to me, just like the ones where Harry's automatically evil end enjoys killing people all of a sudden. I will warn you Voldemort may seem to act OOC at early points in this story, don't worry it will be explained as the story progresses. Any questions you have feel free to ask.
Also I've created a facebook profile under my penname of Kayla Dark if anyone wants to look me up. I'll be posting warning of updates and the like on there. The email account to look up is darkdancerkayla@outlook.com incase you can't find me with my name. Feel free to jump on and ask any questions you might have or just say hi.
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