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Journey to Somewhere	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N - This chapter inspired by Demons by Imagine Dragons.
Harry grew more angry over the years with each lie and manipulation. He felt as if Dumbledore had created a world of lies and he was the center of it. It wasn’t until his fourth year that everything came to a head. He left a stunned Cedric behind as he grabbed on to the cup and was whisked away from Hogwarts and the bloody tournament.

He met Pettigrew in the graveyard and walked towards the cowering man. “Where is he?” Harry asked.

Peter led Harry towards the small form of Voldemort. Harry picked up the small body and watched as Peter fed the necessary ingredients into the boiling cauldron.

“Will it work?” Harry asked impatiently.

“Yes, give it a moment. We both have to give what he needs.” Peter said as he stirred.

“I’ll go first.” Harry stated.

He handed the weak body to Peter before he took the knife and slit a cut over his arm and dropped the blood in. He reached for Voldemort as Peter handed the smaller body to him. Peter hesitated and turned his head as he cut deeply and screamed. The bloody hand falling into the bubbling mixture. Harry gently lowered Voldemort’s body into to the boiling mixture and stepped back as it began to bubble more and exploded. In the midst of the dark smoke a tall figure emerged.

Voldemort finally felt whole he smoothed his hands into his hair and looked down to see his hands. He smiled brightly and then looked back up towards Harry. They boy was staring at him open mouthed.

“Do I look that bad?” Voldemort asked with fear in his words.

Harry shook his head and blushed a deep crimson.

“My Lord.” Peter whined.

“Forgive me,” Voldemort said as he turned. He picked up his wand from where Peter had put it. He raised his wand and formed the new hand for his servant.

“Thank you master.” The words were dripping with appreciation.

Voldemort conjured a mirror and was surprised. He had expected his original body, not the one that had yet to be ravaged by his experiments with the dark arts. He turned to face the boy.

Harry drew closer, he was surprised to find the man closer to the Tom Riddle he knew from the man’s diary than the older wizard he had supposed. He reached out a hand then drew it back quickly.

“You don’t even need to ask.” Voldemort smiled and reached out to take the boy’s hand. He worried about what would happen, but knew from the years of research it was now safe. Part of Harry now lived in him as much as a part of himself lived in the boy. Harry reached out and took Voldemort’s other hand and they walked to another headstone and sat.

Harry did not want to look up into Voldemort’s eyes. He knew all the man would see were his demons that plagued him. The lies and deceit for years had ate away at him. The pain from years of abuse at the hand of his so called relatives ran deep. So deep he was not sure if he could be good or light again. His soul was stained with so much anger. He was not sure what Voldemort wanted, but he was the only one who never lied to him.

He felt a finger on his chin raising his face to meet that of the older wizard. The man’s eyes shone so bright as he looked up. He did not want to dim those eyes.

“I confessed to you when you were but a baby, Harry… I know the darkness we share. Do not hide that. Use it. What do you need. My goals have changed since I met you. You are the master now. We will find out who you are and how to unlock the magic that I know is buried so deep.” Voldemort explained.

Harry smiled a dark relentless smile. He wanted so many things right now, He felt like there was a beast inside that wanted release.

“I want more than you dreamed of the first time. I need to know who I am, but in the end, I want to punish those that hurt me, but…” Harry hesitated, wondering if the man would see him as weak.

“But what? Harry.” Voldemort asked staring deep.

“I don’t want others to end up like us.” Harry whispered looking away.

“I see. My years of murdering recklessly are over. I need your purpose. If this is your purpose, I will follow.” Voldemort said.

“Why? You are powerful, why would you want my purpose? Why me?” Harry asked, so unsure of what this really was. He was only sure that Voldemort did not lie and did not want to hurt him.

“You are something more Harry. I feel it, felt it when I came to try to kill you because of something I did not understand. You, as a baby gave me something I spent years trying to understand. Even with all my darkness you still reached for me. I saw what those Potters did to you. But when I touched you, we connected. I follow where you lead. Everything I have done since has been to find a way to be by your side for whatever purpose fate has given you.” he said.

“And if I want death and destruction?” Harry asked.

“Then it shall be.” Voldemort stated firmly.

“If I want to create peace and balance?” Harry questioned softly.

“Then it shall be.” Voldemort said as he looked deeply into the piercing green eyes.

“I want a bit of both.” Harry stated quietly.

“Done.” Voldemort replied never wavering in his stare.

Harry moved closer and whispered, “And if I want to be held?”

Voldemort’s breath hitched and he moved to close the distance and enfold the young man in his arms.

“Done.” He whispered into Harry’s ear.

Harry sighed and leaned into the warmth he felt. It felt like safety, like truth and like home.

“My Lord, the others are coming.” Peter called out.

Voldemort nodded. He let Harry go. He used his wand to cast a glamor to take his previous form.

“Temporary, Harry.” Voldemort whispered.

Harry nodded and sat up. He felt a need deep inside, and spoke his concerns.

“We need to be wary, Albus may have someone.” Harry said concerned.

He looked up at the older man and felt a driving need. He gathered his courage and reached for Voldemort’s face. Older, greyer, but inside his head Harry could see the real face. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips against the Dark Lords. The surprise was evident, but Harry plunged in and let his tongue push past those lips to taste. The fire between them burned and Harry felt something snap inside himself. He pulled back and smiled. He backed up a few steps with Voldemort’s eyes still on him. He opened his mouth and let go. The power that had broke free erupted and a stream of fire flew from his mouth scorching a nearby headstone.

A sardonic smile played at pink lips.

“I think I will test each of your followers…” Harry said as he turned back to look at Voldemort.

“As you wish.” the Dark Lord said with a wicked smile. A kiss, they had unleashed power with a kiss. One he had thoroughly enjoyed too. He moved closer to the boy and wrapped an arm around the smaller waist.

They walked to the opening of where he expected his death eaters to appear. He let Harry go, but did not want him standing that far away.

Each one came in black smoke, cloaked in black and masks on. Voldemort looked each one. He was disappointed that not a single one tried to find him. But it mattered little with the new path he was on. He would only keep the loyal with him, and let Harry decide the fate of the others.

“We have a visitor, my friends.” Voldemort stated clearly, watching each head nod solemnly.

They each reacted when Harry stepped out from behind the Dark Lord.

“Each of you stretch out your hand.” Harry ordered.

“Do it.” Voldemort hissed as they all hesitated.

One by one they stretched out their arms and Harry moved to the first. He touched the forearm and grasped it tightly. Visions spun in Harry’s head. He stepped back and let go.

“Loyal” Harry declared and moved to the next and did the same.

Only one made Harry stop. When he touched the arm of the man whispers of several loyalties passed through the man’s arm. He turned towards Voldemort.

“Who is this one?” Harry asked with menace.

Voldemort moved and waved his hand. Severus Snape stood there looking surprised at Harry then stoically turned towards the Dark Lord.

Harry looked up at the potions’ Professor and glared. They had never had a good relationship, but it was based on the lie that James Potter had been Harry’s father.

“You have too many loyalties. I feel it.” Harry stated.

“Kneel.” Voldemort ordered.

Severus wavered, but knelt. He was fearful, Harry was a surprise. This was not what he was told to expect. He came thinking the boy would be a prisoner and Albus needed him to find a way to free him. The darkness he had seen in the boy's eyes just now confused him, as did the Dark Lord’s actions towards Harry.

“Harry, what do you choose for this one.” Voldemort asked looking at the handsome young man.

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