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Loving Someone Doesn\'t Make You Weak	By : IsysSkeeter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 18027 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairings in this chapter: LV/HP

Warnings in this chapter: slash, time skip, mentions of depression, slight lemon

Nr words in this chapter: 2,469

"Talking"

"Horcrux talking"

'Thinking'

'Horcrux speaking in Harry's mind'

–Parseltongue–

–Horcrux speaking Parseltongue–

Chapter II

–Betrayer in the Midst–

Harry avoided talking about his godfather, or even thinking about him. If there was anything that Voldemort was right about, it was about who was there for Harry all this time.

Harry hanged his head in shame.

Harry might miss Sirius but… in that outburst from Voldemort he had just showed Harry how much he cared for him.

Who had stuck by Harry's side all this two years? Who had comforted him and…

It had been Voldemort, always Voldemort.

Harry looked out the window on their shared bedroom. He had followed Voldemort inside and hadn't left the house again.

'Little Serpen…'

Harry looked to Oakes. Harry knew that Oakes had tried to warn him that Voldemort was coming so Harry could hide the letter but Harry had thought that he was trying to keep Harry from reading and…

'You shouldn't let him command everything you do.'

Harry snorted. It was big coming from the man's horcrux himself.

–LSDMYW–

Harry hugged the man that he loved, it made today a year since they had started… dating?

Well it didn't matter; what mattered was that his… lover? was making love to him into the mattress as if there would be no tomorrow.

Harry could feel the man magic surrounding him it was… perfect!

Harry whimpered when he felt his magic being dominated by the man and kissed the man forcibly.

Fuck, his belly was starting to get warm and he wasn't even close. As if sensing it, his lover's trusts become even more forceful. Harry moaned and hugged the man with arms and shaky legs, getting himself ready for a hell of a ride.

It didn't take long for Harry to come and Voldemort at the same time inside him. Harry felt his belly burn from inside out, which made him come harder and cry out in pleasure.

Voldemort fell on top of him, still inside of him. "You're mine, Harry."

Harry smiled, loving the possessive tone and said back: "I love you too, Voldemort."

–LSDMYW–

Harry looked up at Merope, laying on the sofa while she was by the window looking at him with a dreamy look. Harry groaned, something was wrong.

–Merope? Is something you wish to tell me?–

The woman just smiled knowingly and shook her face. Harry snorted, but didn't comment because someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Merope asked.

The door opened to show Snape. He bowed to Merope. "Severus Snape, my lady."

"Ah… Severus… What, may I inquire, bring you here?" Harry looked up to see the man stand and look at Harry for a few seconds and then return to Merope again when she spook. "Principally, when I know that my son Tom told you to not enter the house and not to be in the same space as my son Harry while he is not here."

Snape bowed again.

"I'm sorry, my lady. It was the Dark Lord who sent me. I need to check Small Lord."

–Oakes?–

'I don't know, Harry. Voldemort would've told me something.'

Harry frowned. He looked at Merope who looked back.

–Merope?–

–Mother?–

Merope looked to Snape. –I don't trust him.–

Harry looked at Oakes at his side who nodded, and Harry felt Oakes drawing enough magic to make Snape see him. Harry looked at his professor and, even if he didn't show it, he was admired with the horcrux for a few moments until he finally bowed.

"My Lord."

"What do you really came to do Severussss?" Snape stayed bowed and didn't answer. Harry knew that if it had been the real Voldemort he would be begging for his life. "Tell me before I contact theDark Lord."

Snape dared a look at Merope and Harry knew that whatever he wanted to say he didn't want her to hear. Harry looked at Oakes. Oakes looked back and groaned, looking at his mother. Harry smiled; he knew that Oakes would never contradict anything he asked.

–Mother?–

Merope looked at Oakes.

–Yes Tommy?–

Oakes growled and Harry contained his laugh. That woman was way too good.

–Can you give us a moment alone?– She nodded, standing and starting to leave. –And Mother?– she stopped by the door to look at him. –The name is Oakes.–

She smirked and left.

"Start talking!"

Snape nodded warding the room. He approached and stood before them, Harry rolled his eyes and made him signal to sit. Snape sneered at him but sat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Last one who thought himself better than my little serpent ended up in quite some pain."

Harry frowned looking at Oakes. "What happened to Bellatrix?"

Oakes looked at Harry and then back at Snape, crossing his arms. "We'll talk about that later, little serpent. Severus, I'm losing my patience. Don't test me."

"Three years ago Dumbledore made me go look for Potter and, if I find him, give his location to him."

"That's impossible because you can't enter this house except thought your mark and you can't bring people with you."

Snape nodded at Oakes. Harry looked at his feet, sitting.

"Why now?"

Snape looked at Harry, contemptuously. Oakes groaned again, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and giving a show of possessiveness.

"Answer him!"

"When Voldemort went to kill your parents I asked him not to kill Lily…"

Harry looked at the man, admired and then to Oakes, who nodded.

"But obviously he did. I went to Dumbledore when I found about who he was going to attack. I became a double agent that day… when your parents died, Dumbledore made me vow that I would keep Lily's son safe."

Harry kept quiet, contemplating.

"He did spare her, you know?"

Snape and Oakes looked at Harry at once. Harry stood and approached the window looking outside.

"Voldemort. He told her to move away… more than once, actually."

"And how can you know that, brat?" The man snapped.

Harry sighed and looked at Oakes stopping him with his eyes. He picked his wand and took it to his head, taking a thread of light line from there and putting it on a pensieve that Oakes made appear and offered Snape, looking back outside.

"I was thirteen."

'Are you sure you want him to see that?' Harry nodded. He felt Oakes' hand on his shoulder again and he smiled at his father figure. 'He vowed on you. He has to keep you safe even if he doesn't want to.'

"I suspected that… Oakes what should I…" The Horcrux put his hand on Harry's lips.

"Let me do the talking, my little Serpen."

Harry nodded and looked at the pensieve where Snape appeared.

"So you vowed on keeping Harry save. He is safe, where do you enter in this now after all this time?" Oakes sneered at the man.

Snape bowed again, this time on his knees. "I'm sorry, my Lord. Dumbledore asked me to bring Young Lord with me to the order's headquarters…"

"I won't go." The two in the room looked at Harry, who looked outside again. "I like living here. I'm treated as a person not as an object. I…"

"Potter," Harry turned and looked at Snape. "Do you hear what you're saying? You're saying that you prefer your parents' murder to…"

"He was the only one who has been there to me when no one else was." Harry felt his scar itch. "He has been the only one who never lied to me, who I could trust, who I can… is the one I…" Harry blushed, having never said the words besides during sex… and only twice. "I…"

The door opened. Everyone looked and found Voldemort, wand in hand looking at Snape coldly. He approached Harry and hugged him with an arm around his waist and pushed him against his chest.

"What's going on here?"

Harry put his head on the man chest, glowing on the possessiveness the man was showing; it wasn't normal for Voldemort to show it in front of minions so…

–He was going to kidnap Serpen and bring him to the old fool.–

Voldemort growled. "Please…" Voldemort looked down to the boy's face that was against his chest, hidden. He could barely hear the teen. "Don't hurt him… I… he owns his life to me… he's only doing what he thinks is best… he…"

–I understand Harry.– Harry nodded, shutting up. Harry felt him turning to Oakes, who was still visible and after a moment (that Harry knew that Oakes shared his memories with Voldemort) Voldemort looked at Snape. "You are lucky. People died for less than what you did. You should thank your new master to that, you know? Just like you said: you promised your life to save Harry's. Well if you send him back he will be killed immediately." Harry shivered and Voldemort let his magic surround Harry, keeping him safe. "So tell me, Severus, what do you prefer? To die a fool or to live?"

–LSDMYW–

"Why were you alone with him?"

Harry blushed at the scolding tone; Voldemort sounded more like a father scolding him for what he did than a lover.

"Oakes…"

"And that's another thing! I don't want him using your magic for no special reason if you deem yourself in need of your magic at any second and…"

"I'm sorry…" Harry mumbled before turning away and leave.

No! He wasn't going to let the man see him cry. Not again!

"Harry!"

Harry shivered and run to his old bedroom, locking the door and sat on the bed, hugging the pillow. He could hear Voldemort from the other side of the door trying to unlock the door. Harry found it funny that the man after a year (Harry first year in there) of using all the dark magic he could think off, he still hadn't key-worded the wards into not letting locking doors keep him out of the rooms.

"Harry, let me in!"

Harry shook his head, merely knowing that the man couldn't see him.

"HARRY!"

Harry broken into sobs that he tried to hide into the pillow. He didn't really know why he was crying, just that he couldn't stop. There was a sudden silence outside.

"Harry?" The voice was tentative now, more subtle. "Are you crying?" Harry shot the door a look that clearly said 'What do you think?'. "Is that why you lock yourself?" Harry nodded forgetting that the man couldn't see him. "Open the door, Harry."

Harry looked at the door again, it wasn't a direct order but it was an order anyway, even if said with a caring tone.

Harry swallowed his pride and opened the door, burying his face in the pillow. The door opened and seconds later someone was kneeling in front of him and putting his large hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Look at me." Harry shook his head and he could swear that Voldemort smiled at that. "Very well then…" If Harry wasn't certain before, the man's voice proved it. He was mocking him.

"Why?" He mumbled between sobs.

"You have to be more direct than that, my Harry."

Harry blushed at the possessiveness, suppressing a sob.

"Why me…? You can have anyone… you can…"

"Harry…" The man groaned. "Not this again."

Harry looked to the man with tears still falling from his eyes, his glasses were foggy by all the crying and he could barely see the man.

"Why me? I'm a boy… the Boy-Who-Lived… the Freak… I'm worthless… I'm noth…" Harry got a slap that made his face turn and his glasses fly away. He looked to Voldemort that immediately rubbed his sore cheek. His eyes were furious.

"Why you? It's not because of your lack of self-esteem that's for sure." Harry flinched at his words. "Harry, if I only wanted sex believe me that I would never would give a damn if you were crying or enjoying when I pound into you or not." Harry blushed making him smirk. "It's because of that. That innocence that you carry around… and because you are the only one crazy enough to stand up to me. Not even Mother would do that."

"But I'm nothing, I'm…" Voldemort growled. "I can't even give you an heir!"

Voldemort choked. "I don't want an…"

"Of course you do. You're a pureblood; purebloods care about an heir more than about anything else."

Harry saw Voldemort passing his hand tough his bald head frustrated. "Harry…"

"It's true! How can I, a boy, give you that? It's just like she said… I serve for nothing, I…"

Voldemort' eyes narrowed angrily. "Who?" Harry snapped from what he was saying and looked at his lover without understanding what the other meant. Voldemort growled and grabbed the pillow still in Harry's arms, sending it across the room. "Who dared to put this thought into that thick head of yours?"

"I…" Harry stammered.

Voldemort rolled his eyes and forced Harry down on the bed, leaning over him. "Who dared to tell you that I want a lover so I can have an heir?"

"…" But before Harry could think his mouth was attacked by a possessive and eager kiss.

When Voldemort finally moved away to let Harry breath he leaned down next to Harry ear and whispered: "Next time you see Bellatrix you can tell her that the female body might be able to handle me an heir… but it lacks certain body parts that I require in my lovers…"

Harry would have laughed, hadn't the man grabbed his cock through his clothes and squished it. Harry whimpered and found himself crying again.

The man groaned again and stood, taking his clothes off. When he laid down again on top of Harry he looked at Harry's face. "I will fuck you, my Harry… and will prove you why no else have the right to call me his lover."

Harry eyes widened, but before he had time to think the man mouth was on his and his clothes were ripped off him. He felt the man preparing him roughly and he didn't knew if he was crying for the man harsh preparations, for the man words of possessive and love, or for his hormones… the truth was that before Harry felt himself ready his legs were pulled up, with his feet on the man shoulders and the man looked at Harry and then entered, making Harry cry out in pleasure and pain. He could feel the older's magic surrounding him claiming him as his own while he pounded into him and Harry knew that he was crying because he wanted this moment to last. He wanted to be one with Voldemort. He wanted his parents' killer to claim him. And worst of this all… he wanted to be a girl for the first time in his life so he could give Voldemort the only thing he would never be able.

(TBC)

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