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The Forever Game	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 109808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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The Forever Game

Companion

       With the hard demanding edge of his need diminished, Voldemort had collapsed on to the bed, dragging Harry down with him because he wasn’t letting his cock out of his mate just yet. They were both breathing heavily but the instant he had recovered enough, the Dark Lord began a slow exploration of his mate’s body, kissing every inch of Harry as he prepared for round two.

       Voldemort grinned as they apparated. That had been a very good evening and he anticipated a similar one tonight, though he did wonder how much his mate would be aroused by the sight and smell of conquest. He hung back slightly when they arrived in Poland, allowing Harry to take the lead as he spoke to their integration teams. As the Dark Lord, his job was to be the Left Hand, the dispenser of punishment and other darker aspects of rulership and they liked to extend the Right Hand, Harry, the Lord of Light forward in newly acquired territory. And they did so now.

       No matter how a country had fallen to them, the procedure was much the same and after seventy years they were practiced at it. Most of the Governments required a complete overhaul. The only area with a resemblance to their previous independent wizarding nation was Denmark but they, seeing the subjugation of their neighbours decided to try a new path. And when one of Harry’s younger brothers, William Scott, had found love with their Princess Belinde, it had been a relatively simple task to merge them into the growing nation.

       As Harry began speaking with one of their combat specialists, getting maps and details about the known pockets of resistance that still inhabited Poland, Voldemort mused on a possible new interpretation of the prophecy. It said that Harry completed him but perhaps it wasn’t Harry but Harry’s family. While none, except Celandine had taken a combat role, the European Conglomerate’s first family had provided invaluable assistance.

       They had yet to subdue Russia but Callum, Harry’s second brother had married the Russian Confederate Leader’s Daughter years back which provided them with valuable information about the true workings of that nation. Zinnia, his fourth sister had married the German High Mage, which had helped reduce the issues they may have encountered when Harry was fifty nine and the wizarding nation of Germany had succumbed to them. Rohan, the fourth brother, was like Callum, in that his marriage would be useful in the future. Voldemort had heard somewhere that the Middle East confused the Muggles and their magical nations were confusing to him, so any information source would not be ignored. And even Charles, Harry’s fifth brother, when he had married a common Romanian Witch had helped their cause, proving that they cared nothing for noble birth or absolute blood purity so long as magical power rested in their line.

       Even those who had remained closer to home had done their part, tying together their growing empire. Edmund had married Astoria Greengrass, Marigold had married Draco Malfoy, though as part of the blond’s surrender the couple had taken on a new surname, thus completing the obliteration of the House of Malfoy. And Byrony had married Sirius Black in a marriage that had shocked both her parents because of the age of her suitor. They were still married, and by all reports were very happy, though at 122 Sirius was slowing down a little as his grand and great grandchildren gambolled around him. Others of Harry’s large family had not married into houses as grand, but in keeping touch with the general feel of the people the contributions of Ewan, Calla, Bradley and Lucas, Harry’s third brother, fifth sister, sixth and eighth brothers, could not be underestimated. They held the common wizards and witches loyal.

       It meant nothing to the outside world but James Potter’s almost offhand declaration, all those years ago in the Hogwart’s Hall, that the Potter’s found their life mates had so far proven correct. In all of the marriages, there was not even a public whiff of discontent which sometimes hid internal strife but the Dark Lord saw many of Harry’s family, when they went for dinner with the Potter’s and he could feel strife and they had very little. Which meant that any watching magical media saw only that Harry’s extended family was happy, which made many other witches and wizards in the empire desire the same peace and helped to keep them in line.

       Voldemort nodded to himself, it was entirely probable that the prophecy had not referred to Harry alone and he found a smirk gracing his features as he watched Harry work but he was not given much time to admire his mate before he was called into the discussion.

       Harry had the cutest little frown marring his features as he gestured towards a map. “There is a pattern here,” he said, pointing out the way the resistance was structured. “This is not the work of random rebels with some misguided desire for freedom.”

       The Dark Lord looked at the map, his red eyes glittering as he studied the positions. At first glance they did seem random but then he took in what they were near. Every major water supply was marked with a red cross signifying rebel activity, as were hospitals both Muggle and Magical. The few rather small magical schools also had marks and Voldemort could see the pattern. The rebels had conceded the Ministry buildings and other official structures but the things that made day to day life, the things Harry and he needed to be functioning well to show the advantages of being in the Empire, those the rebels would fight for.

       From their positioning, size and likely facilities there were a few which were potentially the Rebel Headquarters. Voldemort waved one hand to focus his magic, duplicating the map and summoning it to him.

       “Make no move for the moment, Commander,” Harry ordered. “Consolidate the territory we have and I’ll update you tomorrow about the status of these Rebels,” the green eyed wizard added with a grin.

       Voldemort held one hand out to his mate. “Shall we go hunting?” He asked.

       As Harry took the offered hand, aware that everyone in the room was watching he smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I think we should,” he said archly for the benefit of the witches and wizards observing. For the most part, these were former German and Czech forces, with mixed nationality commanders but they still deserved to see their Leaders happy and at their deadly best. And Poland was his present and his mate did know how much he enjoyed a challenge.

       Unfortunately what followed was not much of a challenge as they chased rebels from their positions. Most were home grown, misguided witches and wizards who would have fought against whatever government they had, but as Harry and his mate closed in on some of the last positions, the fighting became heavier, more directed. They hadn’t taken over all the spots of rebels, just those they judged to be the key places. Their judgement had been true and Harry now found himself staring at a prisoner.

       The man appeared to be perfectly normal, though he was somewhat old, about 90 with balding hair that was still brown. He had a slight paunch but the evidence of a very active life was present in his still hard muscles. He blended well, and was dressed like a Pol, spoke Polish like a Pol but his English was laced with a thick American accent. And the instant Harry and Voldemort had brushed up against his Occulmency shields they had identified him. Not by name, but by purpose. This was a Magimerican War Advisor.

       “So much for sanctions,” Harry quipped. The Magimericans had had them under sanctions for decades, not that it affected anything since the local economy was more than strong enough to provide viable alternatives to Magimerican imports.

       Voldemort’s eyes narrowed before he smiled. “He’s not here,” he murmured, looking around the area. They were in one of the reservoirs, in a space that was obviously used for monitoring and maintenance but there were facilities here including an old sagging bed. The workers probably liked to catch a kip when they could. It was an important feature. He was more than happy to screw his mate anytime and anywhere but a mattress did make it more comfortable for them both.

       Harry looked at him questioningly.

       “Two years back, the Magimerican’s put out a statement saying that they were withdrawing from Europe and that their only official representation would be the diplomats and those military bases. So he isn’t here.”

       -Do you think he’s the only one?- Harry switched to parselmouth as he asked the question.

     -I doubt it, but even if he is they are going to have to try to rescue him. They can’t allow us proof of their interference, especially not walking, talking proof we can break and drag before the I.W.C..- While the prisoner could not understand parseltongue, he more than understood the look the Dark Lord directed towards him.

       -They probably know it was us hunting,- Harry murmured.

       -Oh, I hope so,- Voldemort replied before raising his wand and starting to cast a whole host of charms. Harry began casting his own after a moment and the two of them ringed the entire facility with a complex array of protections.

       The main charm was a P.P.W. – Primary Protection Ward – with a few changes the Unspeakables had come up with. Anchoring into a person was the first change and Harry tingled when his mate put the warding over him. The warding had an effective area of approximately 20 metres and when it activated, it operated on an area dispersement principle, extending out another 20 metres and trapping anything in that radius. Harry detected the modifications for entrapment and he smiled as he cast the return P.P.W. on his mate. Entrapment meant that anyone apparating or even physically walking into the ward would be ensnared, stunned, cloaked and stored until they were released. The most important part of the ward happened within it. Apparition, portkey and other forms of transport were blocked from entering, but not from exiting. There was a reason this particular ward had taken the now Head of the Unspeakables Hermione Granger, ten years to complete, just as there was a reason she was the only living being to know it apart from her Lords.

       Her survival had been one of the few fights they had had. Voldemort had wanted to kill the witch, arguing that the dead did not betray one’s confidence but Harry had argued that in this case an oath of fealty would be sufficient. He’d thrown in the promise that if she betrayed them he would personally torture her for a year and a day and his beloved had backed down, allowing the muggle born witch to live. It had been well worth it and the woman was loyal to a fault. They had given her a purpose, a place and she had bent her not inconsiderable intellect to their service. The charms she had developed weren’t the only ones the Twin Lords cast as they reinforced their position but they did provide a useful base.

       When they were finished Harry turned to Voldemort, “Not the end of the hunt I envisaged,” he said with a little laugh.

       “Oh, I don’t know,” the Dark Lord responded archly, his gaze carrying his lust.

       “Here?”

       “Why not?”

       Harry considered it for a few moments, looking at their prisoner. The Magimerican was under several petrification charms so that he couldn’t do himself harm and even if he wasn’t there were only three viable options for getting his information. He wished veritaserum was still an option but that had long ago lost its efficacy since some Asian Potion Master had concocted a brew that made witches and wizards immune. That left two options regarding Legilimency and one involving torture as the best ways of extracting information from those trained to resist.

       They weren’t desperate for the information. The Yanks had no choice but to come for their captured War Advisor but even so, torture would take too long which left Legilimency. They could break down the wizard’s occlumency barriers with a brute force attack. Unless the wizard had some skill of his own, that would probably be the fastest but there was another method, one where the man would break his own barriers, because he was so surprised. Physical stimulation would also work as well but since that was just the opposite of torture it would take too long.

       He examined the smooth mental barriers, they were probably not consciously under the wizard’s control which meant he could not be surprised into dropping them but the green eyed wizard realised he wasn’t meant to think of that. “Do you think it will work?” He asked, letting his mate know with the question that he knew this was a ruse to get him naked.

       “I don’t care,” Voldemort replied. His smile was indulgent as he closed in on Harry.

       “No shredding garments!” Harry managed to squeak before his lips were crushed to his mate’s hungry ones.

       “And no vanishing anything,” Voldemort agreed with the added proviso after a moment, his voice amused. Who could forget the famous duel in Italy when the Weasley twins had been called out in formal challenge? They’d answered of course, it would have been impolite not to but then they’d won the duel by vanishing the robes straight off their opponents, leaving them showing some rather embarrassing undergarments. The seconds had been stripped completely and no further challenges had been issued against them.

       The Dark Lord ran his long tongue over his lips as his hands tugged at the belt holding Harry’s robes close to him. His mate reached out to fumble with his belt and between gasping open mouthed kisses, stolen caresses and forceful strokes they striped the other. Voldemort waved one hand summoning the mattress and as he kissed his mate he tried not to shudder at how dirty it was. He flicked another spell at it, cleaning the fabric before he pushed Harry down on to it.

       Voldemort locked his mouth to his beloved’s, casting their usual charms as he let one hand delve between Harry’s thighs, his fingers finding his beloveds tight opening before he began tracing around and around with one forefinger. Harry gasped, and moved his hands to the Dark Lord’s chest to rub and squeeze his mate’s nipples, making them flush with blood. The younger wizard laughed when the red eyed wizard’s hand tickled over his stomach and he retaliated by embracing his mate, whispering his fingers over Voldemort’s back, enticing a return chuckle

       As they continued playing with each other they could feel the rising disbelief from the Magimerican that they could be doing this. In the middle of a battle, they were enjoying the pleasures of the others body, completely unconcerned about the warriors who were gathering to strike. Voldemort moaned as he pushed his fingers into Harry’s body. This was not the end to the hunt either had envisaged but this was more the half time break and he intended to savour it before the real battle.

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Memoir of the Commander of the Consolidation Force of Poland

       “Merlin!” The Commander of Consolidation Forces of Poland gasped, bending over with his hands on his knees as he breathed deeply. He was not ashamed of his reaction and was not surprised, when he looked around the command room to see that others shared it. The presence of the Lords of the Empire was something it would take a lot to get used to and he gulped.

       Faro been born in Spain and had known nothing but life in the Empire and while his Gram had blustered about the good old days, there was a general feeling of contentment and there was equality. He was pureblood but he had seen the histories and spoken to some of the older wizards and witches who remembered the time before the Empire who were not. They spoke of very different good old days, one where they could not work, and most returned to the muggle world. Things were exceedingly different now, which was why he had wanted to serve the Empire.

       He’d seen the Lords before, mostly at parades and other official ceremonies but he never thought he would be in their presence and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be in their presence again.

       The younger Lord, though it seemed a misnomer to call him younger when they both looked to be twenty five, Harry Potter had been surprisingly nice. But while he had been pleasant, the way he assessed the position of the Rebels had been ruthless and the way he moved spoke of a highly skilled fighter. But the Dark Lord Voldemort was something else entirely. Except for the times his attention was on the Lord of Light, he had felt like a Dementor.

       “Get some chocolate in here,” he ordered. If the Dark Lord of the Empire felt like a Dementor then perhaps the usual remedy would help. It certainly wouldn’t hurt. He’d been in the presence of a Dementor while in Military training. The Empire believed in the equality of species, where species were capable of controlling their actions and able to communicate intelligently. Dementors, Werewolves, Vampires, Centaurs, were just some of the species who could serve and the Military training facility he had attended had a Dementor as a teacher. Faro suspected the Dementor wasn’t meant to teach much but was more there to weed out any weak willed wizards or witches who could not properly serve. But the icy dark presence had felt the same and Faro now understood exactly how it was that the Dark Lord was able to hunt down any insurgents with ease.

       Empire propaganda said that the Lords would rule for a thousand years, that the future they were building now would endure and having seen the Light and Dark wizards who stood at the centre, Faro was suddenly well able to believe it. He looked over at the map the Dark Lord had duplicated without breaking a sweat. It was one of the most complicated pieces of surveillance magic that the Military could offer, and took several wizards about an hour to produce when they were working as fast as they could and he’d copied it instantly! Beyond the map, the communication staff were milling and Faro looked at one Intelligence had pointed out to him.

       The wizard was sitting there, the look of one who finally realised how defeated they were on his features and Faro knew in the next few minutes the Bulgarian wizard would be making a choice – to either accept defeat and work with the Empire, or to go down futilely, fighting against something he had no hope to stop. He snapped a few names out, including the Bulgarian and instructed them to attend the medics. The wizard’s hazel eyes caught his as they trooped out and Faro nodded, telling the boy everything he needed to know, he was watched but if he chose to serve now, if he accepted defeat, and truly served the Empire, his past would be forgotten.

       It was all he could do and Faro turned back to the map, accepting a piece of chocolate from an aide and sucking it slowly. As the warmth spread through him, he watched for the rest of the day as the red marks which represented rebel positions disappeared.

       He’d been born into the Empire, he knew no other way and watching that map, seeing the marks disappear and knowing that there were only two wizards responsible, Faro knew, deep in his soul that there was truly no other way. He served the Lords of the Empire and they served the Empire and so long as they existed, the Empire would prosper. He, Faro, would live his life for the Empire, he would die for the Empire if it was called for, and his blood would build the future but first, he would fight for the Empire.

~x~x~x~

Harry’s brothers and sisters and their ages when he’s 100.

Jasmine Leana (97) Lives in America with her husband and their children

Edmund Galen (96) Married Astoria Greengrass

Marigold Aster (95) Married Draco Malfoy, and their name changed to Malter

Callum Louis (93) Lives in Russia with the Daughter of the Russian Confederate’s leader

Ewan Severus (91) Lives in UK with wife

Bryony Rose (90) Married Sirius Black

Zinnia Lily (88) lives in Germany, was the consort of the High Mage until Germany became a part of the Empire

Rohan Jude (87) Lives in Middle East after marrying one of their Princess’

Charles Benjamin (86) Lives in Romania with his wife

Calla Iris (84) Lives in UK with husband Oberon Boot

Bradley Logan (82) Lives in UK with his wife

William Scott (80) Married Princess Belinde of Denmark

Lucas Morgan (78) Lives in UK with wife, Hadria Bones

Leilani Senna (77)

Celandine Fern (75) Had a particularly close relationship with Harry growing up after the murder of their father made him the Lord Potter. She served as his Body Guard until she turned 50 and then as the Empires Seneschal though she still has a hand in their secret police and body guard training

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