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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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13/11/2012

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The Forever Game

Companion

       Harry raised one eyebrow. Leilani was the Head Researcher for the Unspeakables and he thought he knew everything they were working on. Voldemort chuckled. “You have your special projects, and I have mine,” he murmured gesturing for his mate to go. Harry let his own snicker linger in the air as he apparated. His mate was so correct. He did have a few special things he was working on and a few charms the Dark Lord desperately wanted to know that were his alone. They didn’t quite share everything because they both needed something to remain their own.

       It wasn’t long before Harry was apparating back with his sister Leilani and a small mysterious box as his passenger. Harry was pleased with the additions to the plan that he had made while Leilani was gathering what she would need. By the time they were back, Jasmine should be close with her great granddaughter and the young man he had visited the other day to approve as a spouse.

       “My Lord, Brother, this is your test subject?” Leilani asked immediately, ignoring the smell of sex that lingered in the air. Harry had never hidden who his mate was from his siblings and once they were old enough to understand about sex, it was no secret that he enjoyed a very active sex life with his mate. They accepted this sort of thing as normal for their eldest brother.

       Voldemort turned to her. He’d been casting little illusions into the air as he worked on the design he wanted for the sigil he would use to mark his gear to separate it from Harry’s. “It is.”

       “A Magimerican? I didn’t think they were meant to be here.”

       Harry laughed. “We thought the same, but here he is.”

       “Oh well,” Leilani said easily. “I guess it’s impossible to run an experiment on someone who isn’t really here.”

       “Dreadfully difficult,” Voldemort agreed in a flat voice. “I do hope you will forgive the imposition?”

       “Always, my Lord,” Harry’s second youngest sister said as she laid out some instruments beside the small box.

       Over the decades Voldemort had become slightly easier to deal with. He’d always been able to appear witty and charming and to tease in conversation when the social situation demanded it but he was more comfortable giving absolute orders and expecting them to be obeyed. As he’d interacted with Harry’s family there were times when that wit and charm were not an act and of all the families in the empire it was unsurprising that Harry’s was the most comfortable with the Dark Lord. They could not get away with disobedience or failure, no one could but of all the families, they knew the best how to deal with their Dark Lord, no matter the situation.

       There was a probe on the wards and both Harry and Voldemort looked up. “Keep working, my dear,” Voldemort instructed as there was a dull rumble outside. “We will keep them off.”

       Leilani nodded as her eldest brother tossed her a portkey and began drawing a proximity line around her. She was already within the protective wards so if anything crossed that line, it would activate the port key. Harry had learned from Neville the hells the Longbottom’s had been through with kidnapping and he was not about to experience that himself so every Potter had a specially designed emergency portkey not just carried on them, but somewhere within them. There were not a lot of wards that could hold against their internal portkeys either but all of that was not her job and with a determined nod she turned back to the prisoner.

       Harry stood near the proximity line he’d cast for his sister, his secondary wand held tight. “How long do you need?”

       “Not long,” Leilani replied.

       -They will need to believe they rescued him though,- Voldemort hissed from where he was pacing.

       -Do you want me to do some damage to his shields?- Voldemort could subtly slip into almost any mind if he chose, though Harry was the better Legilmens when it came to pure brute force attacks on mental barriers.

       -It would add to the authenticity.-

       The green eyed wizard chuckled and locked his eyes to their prisoners before slamming his mind into those smooth barriers. He wasn’t really interested in penetrating them, more on inflicting damage so that when the Magimerican’s examined their man’s shields they would think he had been interrogated and that their shields had held. At the moment, Harry and his mate didn’t have a formal plan for conquering the Magimericans. It was something they had been intending to do later once they had all of Europe and at least some of Asia, but if the Magimerican’s were going interfere then they needed to be taught a lesson.

       “Ouch,” Harry grumbled. Even when you expected not to penetrate a mental barrier, just hitting it did hurt.

       “Don’t be such a baby!” Leilani teased her brother from where she was working.

       The rumble outside turned into a series of very sharp cracks. “And there is their first attack,” Voldemort said looking upwards. The weir, like most muggle structures was built solidly though it did shake with the force of magic. The Dark Lord did not like helping muggles but within their territory all structures, muggle or wizarding deemed ‘essential for life’ were reinforced. That included Muggle dams and weirs. The water supply was an essential and it was too easily sabotaged. This dam hadn’t been reinforced yet but it would be soon as part of the normal schedule of events that accompanied the addition of any country into their empire.

       Harry slammed his mental presence into the Magimerican a few more times, making scratches and deep gouges on the shields. The damage looked impressive which was really all he was aiming for.

       “Harry!” Voldemort snapped as the cracks became louder.

       The younger wizard turned his attention to his mate before he looked up. Their wards were glowing with the force of the magic being used to attack. The Magimerican’s might not know what wards had been put up but they were being cautious. There really was only one way of breaking wards where you could not access the anchoring stones, slam force into them. And there were two types of force, physical and magical. Since they couldn’t attack physically, they only had one choice.

       Harry pushed his hands out, using the gesture as a focus for his magic to reach out and reinforce the wards. Behind him Leilani moved to the prisoner, holding the box towards him and flicking it open.

       “They’re smart,” the Dark Lord said with a little laugh. “They’re only trying to bring down the apparition and portkey wards.” He pushed more energy into the wards.

       Both Harry and Voldemort gritted their teeth as they kept reinforcing the wards. The younger wizard did not know exactly how long Leilani needed but he figured, the more time they could give her, the better. “It’s opening!” he growled, somewhat in awe of the amount of energy the Magimericans were expending. They must have pulled in some of their military wizards to help.

       There was a flickering from the side before another wizard appeared. The Dark Lord was already moving, his wand pointed with deadly accuracy. “Avada Kedrava!” The green curse flew true and the wizard fell to the ground with a thud but not before he threw something. It flashed through the proximity ward.

       “No!” Leilani managed the denial before her portkey activated, whisking her to safety.

       Harry patched the wards as the thing the wizard had thrown crashed into the far wall and there was a crack. The two Lords glanced to it seeing a large part of the wall vanish.

       “Impact portkeys!” Voldemort snarled recognising the damage.

       “Is it finished?” Harry asked his mate, jerking his head towards the prisoner.

       The Dark Lord looked over to the petrified wizard before he flicked a charm at the Magimerican. It was difficult to tell with the petrification charm but it appeared as if the man’s eyes glazed and Voldemort smiled. “It is now,” he announced before he turned his attention back to the warding, pushing his energy out to merge with his mates as they held up the wards. “Shall we let them have a daring rescue?”

       “I think we can hold out a bit longer,” Harry said with a smile. “We wouldn’t want to make it too easy for them.”

       “I was thinking the same thing,” Voldemort said moving to stand beside his mate.

       “You are going to have to explain what Leilani did at some stage.”

       “I will, but not quite yet,” the Dark Lord said as another broke through the wards.

       “Reducto!” Harry’s charm hit the combat wizard before he could throw anything and what was left of the Magimerican splattered against the walls. The scent of blood filled the room. This time it was the Dark Lord who moved to patch the hole in the wards.

       “How fast do you think they will clear the country once they get him?”

       Harry laughed. They had bodies, but as Voldemort had pointed out earlier, it really wouldn’t matter what they showed the I.W.C.. It wouldn’t even be worth their time and truthfully their interaction with that body had been diminishing as time went on. “Fast enough that they won’t be worth chasing,” he replied, licking his lips.

       “I was hoping you’d say that,” Voldemort replied, flicking his wand towards the next intruder, while Harry took the other. Two more thrown portkeys impacted into the wall.

       “I hope their aim gets better before they bring the whole thing down on us!” Harry said, taking out another before they had time to throw their portkey.

       Three more appeared and as Voldemort and Harry took out two, the third threw their portkey at the prisoner with a decent aim. There was a pop in the air as the other wizard vanished. An Avada Kedrava and a Reducto hit the third intruder before he had a chance to activate his own portkey or to apparate.

       “Finally!” Voldemort growled, even as the assault on the wards disappeared. The bodies disappeared an instant later and Harry flicked his wand through a cleansing charm to clear the scent of blood from the air.

       “Wow, that was even faster than I thought!” Harry exclaimed, laughing as he imagined how quickly the Yanks were now scrambling. “Ulp!” The startled cry was cut short when his mate grabbed him, kissing him hard.

       There was nothing gentle about the Dark Lord’s desire and Harry opened his mouth, letting his mates tongue explore freely as he ran his hands over Voldemort’s body.

       Eventually they drew back from the other, panting. “Here, or home?” Harry asked, breathing hard, his voice husky with passion.

       Voldemort cast his red eyes over to the lumpy mattress on the floor and it decided him, “Home.”

       Harry chuckled, kissing his mate again before he stepped back and apparated not letting Voldemort grab him again. The Dark Lord growled, flicking his wand, summoning the tools Leilani had brought with her before he followed his mate, the pop of his apparition echoing in the air as he disappeared.

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Bonus: Delicate Discussions

       Voldemort looked over at his mate. Harry had been discontented lately and the Dark Lord did not know why. Everything was on schedule with their takeover of the Czech Republic, there had been no major outbreaks of rebellion in any of their territories but Harry was definitely out of sorts.

       He was sad, going out his duties by rote and even their lovemaking lacked a certain zest, the enthusiasm he usually felt from the younger wizard was missing. And that’s how Voldemort found himself sitting in their chambers, a snifter of fire whiskey in one hand as he spoke to their familiars, Nagini and Neville in an effort to find out what was troubling his mate.

       The two serpents had noticed Harry’s restlessness but like him they had no idea what might be causing it and so the discussion had turned to ideas of what might be done to fix it.

       -He might,- Nagini hissed. -Though he may not know it.-

       -Or he might not know how to tell you,- Neville added.

       The Dark Lord smiled gently at the large serpent. -I wouldn’t know how to tell me either,- he murmured. There was a possibility, a slight one, that Harry might wish another in their bed. Voldemort absolutely did not want another sharing their bed, but if after sixty years of sex Harry did genuinely wish another to be there, then he would somehow learn to live with it. They would have to be a sub, a very submissive sub or their life could be very short, though if Voldemort was honest with himself, their life was likely to be short anyway.

       -Tell you what?- Harry hissed softly, sliding his arms around Voldemort as he leaned over the back of the chair.

       Voldemort put the glass down before he reached up and dragged his mate into his lap. He indulged in a long kiss before leaning back to smile at his beloved. “What’s bothering you?” He asked gently.

       “Nothing,” Harry said, looking down.

       “Harry,” he chided.

       His mate just cuddled into him, reaching his arms around the older wizard.

       The Dark Lord took a deep breath. He didn’t want to ask but for his mate he would. “Do you....” he paused and Harry squirmed slightly realising that his mate was nervous. “Are you happy with our relationship?” Voldemort finally asked.

       “What? Yes!” Harry exclaimed. “Why are you asking?”

       The older wizard looked down at his mate. “No matter how much you may hide it, you have not been yourself.”

       “I’ll be fine,” Harry snapped.

       “Did you want to bring another to our bed?” Voldemort ploughed on.

       “No!” Harry shouted, jumping off his beloved’s lap to stare at the older wizard, his fists by his side.

       Voldemort held up his hands. “My love,” he said gently, “something is bothering you and I don’t like it when you are upset. I want to help but if you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then, speculation does reign supreme.”

       Harry sent a mental probe to touch the Dark Lord’s mind and he relaxed slightly at what he felt. His mate didn’t want another in their bed any more than he did, but he genuinely didn’t know what was bothering Harry. Green eyes closed and Harry looked down. “It’s not that. It’s never that, and I trust you will never bring this up again. You are the only one I want in my bed and another would not survive the experience,” he growled.

       The older wizard chuckled. “We agree on that then. So what is bothering you?”

       “You really don’t know?”

       “I wouldn’t be asking if I did.”

       Harry took a deep breath. “It’s the fiftieth anniversary of my Father’s murder.”

       Voldemort had never cared much for the vagrancies of emotion that others indulged in but for his mate he had learned to love, he had learned to care, only about Harry but he still felt the emotions. And the instant the meaning of Harry’s words came to him he felt callous.... He didn’t like the feeling when it was directed towards his mate. “Oh Harry,” He breathed pulling his mate to him, holding the younger wizard close. James Potter had been one of the most influential wizards in the last century. He had accumulated a horde of honours while he lived and had been acknowledged with the highest accolades their Empire could give posthumously. He would never be forgotten and his family still mourned.

       “We will honour him,” the Dark Lord said, breathing in the scent of Harry’s hair. With a rational explanation for Harry’s discontent a huge weight had lifted off him and he would do as he said. The entire Empire would honour James Potter. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispered, picking up his mate and carrying him to their bed before holding him close, snuggling deeply under the blankets before sleep claimed them.

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Nearly finished the fic now. We are on the home straight and I hope it’s as enjoyable now as it was when I began. Feel free to review, and rate :D

Cheers,

Jade
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