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The Dark Lord and the orphan	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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"Luke, I am your father" - normal speech

"Luke, I am your father" - parsletongue

(qoute by Darth Vader in Star Wars)

Chapter four

The Lord’s pet

Nagini watched the little pet move. He didn’t seem to be disturbed by her actions, so she slithered a little bit closer. He tried to get up and she could smell her Master’s semen on him. Stupid Master, boys couldn’t get pregnant! Why mate without getting children? She needed to have a stern word with her Master. Well, she mostly just hissed sternly and he pretended to be deaf. Stupid Master now had a stupid pet. Nagini was the only pet, although she didn’t want to do that stuff with the Lord. No thank you very much! That reminded her, she needed to ask for another male…

The boy made his way to the bathroom, limping a bit.

“Master chose weakling.” She hissed to herself. The boy stopped and he abruptly turned around. Nagini stared at him very silently.

“I must hear things.” Nagini kept her mouth shut, but she had to admit that she was intrigued. The boy turned his back again, Nagini was not impressed by his meager body, and she hissed again.

“Harry Pet Potter.” This time he turned around again, with a glare on his face and Nagini lowered her head. This was something her Master would really like to know.

Harry had had an uneventful night. He hadn’t heard any weird voices and he had had the bed all to himself. Okay, so the Lord had been a bit of a jerk after sex, but Harry could not yet complain. He had slept well and his self-pity had gone away, as it had done when he was younger. Harry was an optimist, he wouldn’t let one wrong meeting get him down.

“You are awake.” Harry really wanted to say ‘stating the obvious’, but his mind caught up with him really fast and he kept his mouth shut. Slowly, he opened his eyes and blinked against the light in the room. The blankets were still around him, which was good since he was naked.

“We are leaving. You will meet my inner circle at lunch.” Harry lifted himself up and blinked against the light. He couldn’t pinpoint where the Lord was, and he hadn’t had his glasses on so he didn’t even try searching for him.

“Dress. You have ten minutes.” A door opened and closed and Harry started to make his way out of bed. He had not problems with being ordered around, as long as he and the Lord didn’t fight, he was fine.

Harry hastened himself to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face and dressed himself with clothes that were placed there for him. Black underwear, black socks, black pants but one deep green shirt. When he stepped out of the bathroom, glasses on his face, the Lord opened the door and looked at him. Harry was glad he was ready.

“Follow.” The snake was the first one to listen, but Harry wasn’t far behind. It seemed to be rather early, since they did not encounter any member of the Malfoy family.

“Sir.” He had remembered the rules the lord had given him the day before.

“Where are we going?” The Lord, who was marching in front of him, did not even look back.

“My house.” Harry nodded.

“Is it far?”

“I will be apparating.” Harry arched an eyebrow. He assumed he was going to apparate with the Lord. The snake was the first to slither through the front door, and Harry spotted the same muggle standing there. The one who had helped him the day before. Harry smiled politely at the man and he got a soft, friendly smile back.

“Crucio.” Harry jumped away from the man and stared in horror at the picture he made. His screams must have been heard throughout the house, but Harry could only watch. The man clawed at his skin, pleading for it to stop. It did stop and the man lifted himself on to his knees. He looked very pale and Harry thought that he would faint any minute, but the servant crawled to the Lord and kissed the hem of his robes. He muttered a thank you, before he crawled backwards and pushed himself to the wall. Voldemort carried on.

Harry tried to get the man to look at him, but the servant lowered his eyes and refused to make eye contact. Harry balled his fists and hurried after the Lord.

“What did you do? Why?” he asked fiercely, blocking the Lord his way. Voldemort, who was much bigger than him, looked down with a bored expression.

“The cruciatus curse is the torture curse, even you should know that. And why? Muggles are not to look a wizard in the eye without permission, and since you are now my…possession, you fall under the same rule.”

“Really? Muggles? Well, I’ll do my best to keep my eyes of you.” The Lord was faster than Harry expected. A hand shot out of the robe and grabbed him by the shin. The Lord forced Harry closer and lowered his face so their noses, well Harry’s nose and Voldemort’s thing, almost touched.

“Ah, but you are no muggle now are you pet?” Harry narrowed his eyes a little, but he felt some sort of panic when he realized the Lord knew he was a squib. Red eyes shone with amusement.

“Yes. Harry Potter is a squib. Believe me boy, when I was told this piece of information I was quite…surprised.” Harry had no time to ask for an explanation, because the Lord apparated.

The reappeared in a house that looked almost the same as Malfoy Manor, though Harry couldn’t really see it from his point of view.

“Get up.” He was pressed to the ground. His nose hurt, his whole body hurt.

“Get. Up.” He pushed himself up and looked at the Lord.

“Why did you want me?” He asked slowly. Voldemort looked down at the boy but he did not answer.

“Follow me boy, there are several rules you will keep yourself too.” A hiss behind Voldemort made Harry look back at the man his feet. Nagini slithered away and Voldemort followed her, expecting Harry to just come along. The boy sighed and pushed himself upright. He could not forget the image the servant had made and he wondered when he would earn himself that curse.

“Potter!” He hastened himself and went through a very big door. A long table stood in the middle, and Harry suspected he would have lunch there.

“You will sit here.” At the head of the table stood a throne-like chair and the little chair that stood beside it, was for him. It wasn’t even a chair. It was some sort of little stool without a back. Harry stared at it. He didn’t need any more explanation and he didn’t want to give the Lord the satisfaction.

“Yes Sir.” He knew why he was supposed to sit on something lesser than a chair. He was a squib and did not deserve to sit on the same height as the wizards.

“When addressed by my guests, you will answer respectfully. You will call them ma’am or sir.”

“I shall call you My Lord during the meetings?” Harry asked and he looked up through his fringe. The Lord gazed at him and nodded slowly. Harry smiled.

“Yes Sir.” The Lord left the room, Harry following him. They went up some stairs and Harry found one big difference with Malfoy Manor. There were absolutely no portraits in this house.

The Lord brought them to a room, a bedroom and Harry noticed that the snake wasn’t with them anymore.

“This is my bedroom. You will always sleep in this room. Through that door is the bathroom. That door is the way to my office, it opens only for me. You are not allowed to go there. Understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Harry said while he looked around the room. Bookcases stood against the walls with books and many little special things he really wanted to touch.

“I should clear something up.” Harry looked back at the Lord.

“You are not my husband, I will not marry you. You are here to woo the public.” He came closer and Harry took a step back, noticing his back was pressed against the wall.

“Any wrongdoings, any mistake and that crucio you witnessed, will be the last of your concern.”

“I don’t understand. What can I do…”

“The public wants to have a leader who is human. They think I will soften with a husband by my side.” Harry looked down and, without really wanting too, his mind wandered to the night before. Would the Lord even want to have sex? Harry felt his cheeks turn red. He didn’t really know if he wanted to have sex again, but since he was ‘the Lord’s propriety’ he wouldn’t have another option than the Lord.

Voldemort smirked at him and he leaned very close. Harry pressed himself to the wall, keeping his eyes trained on the Lord his chin. That larger body pressed against his and he swore he could feel something hard and warm press against his stomach. Voldemort his mouth came very close to his ear.

“Yes pet, I will fuck you again.” Rough hands grabbed his shirt and Harry’s breathe hitched when those fingers pressed on his throat. Would the Lord…Harry’s stomach made a little jump and he almost hoped. Those long fingers traveled down and several digits even dipped into his pants while the other hand kept pushing on his throat. Harry felt himself growing hard in his pants and he moaned almost silently. The Lord smirked.

“…But not much. You just not really…excite me enough, little boy.” The heat left, the hand disappeared. Harry’s stomach dropped and he felt himself choke on his pride. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, catching himself. He was hard and he was sure the Lord knew.

“Last rule. Stay away from every closed door.” Harry glanced up, knowing very well his cheeks were burning. Voldemort didn’t even look troubled. He turned and left the young boy alone.

Harry waited until the door closed before he moved. He closed his eyes. This wasn’t so bad, was it? It meant that the Lord would not demand sex constantly and Harry would be able to do his own things…hopefully. He closed his eyes. He should try and contact Hermione or Ron. He needed someone to talk to, and fast.

Lord Voldemort sat in his chair at the table. He had hoped to get some sort of reaction. A shout, maybe even tears…but no. The boy reacted completely different than Voldemort expected.

“My Lord.”

“You have been silent, Nagini.”

“I did not want the boy to hear me.” Voldemort turned his head and looked at the snake that placed herself on Harry’s little chair.

“Hear you?”

“Yes Master. Yesterday he reacted when I said something. He does not know it was me. You took dumb pet.”

“He…reacted because you hissed?”

“Master I think he understood me.”

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