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Voldemort Goes Back To School	By : KisaraP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38062 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Voldemort Goes Back To School

Chapter 5 part 1

A Worry Shared by at least 2:

"Er…Malfoy? Can I talk to you?" Harry called to the blond from where he stood beside the doors to the Great Hall. Harry was exhausted this afternoon after very little sleep… all because his preoccupied mind just wouldn't stuff itself.

Draco heard his goons, Crabbe and Goyle, as well as other Slytherins around him laugh and jeer, thinking he was going to shoot Potter down to the curb. Unfortunately, they were mistaken. If Potter wanted to talk to him… and he refused… he worried that Potter might 'accidentally' let slip something… incriminating. Guess I have no choice but to entertain Saint-Pot…I mean…Not-so-Saintly-Potter. Draco inwardly cringed at just how true that statement was.

"I'll catch up with you later. I want to see what Potty has to say," Draco shot back over his shoulder to his friends, whose jeering voices got softer as they walked into the Great Hall. Draco then jerked his head to Harry, indicating that he should follow him down the corridor away from the other students.

Opening the door to a rarely used classroom, Draco stepped inside and waited until Potter entered before closing the door behind him. He locked and warded the door, and then silenced the entire room.

"Paranoid much?" Harry asked as he observed Draco's spells.

"It's called being cautious, Potty…but I don't suppose rash Gryffindors who rush into everything unprepared, would understand such a concept!" Draco retorted.

"What are you on about?! We're not…I'm not 'unprepared'!" Harry argued.

"Yes, you are! Yes, you were! You didn't even know about a man's sweet spot!" Draco yelled, before realizing exactly what he had just said! His face reddened and he groaned, covering his face with his hands. It wasn't a very Noble Pureblood Slytherin gesture, but considering the color he was sure his face was… desperate times called for desperate measures…such as hiding.

Harry choked on his own spit. The things Malfoy was willing to say just for the sake of winning an argument! He felt his own face flame, probably just as much as Malfoy's was behind his hands…but they had bigger problems to worry about now.

"D-Did you see Evan today?" Harry questioned, choosing not to comment on Draco’s assumption. Which was true, by the way.

"E-Evan? No…Why?" Draco questioned slowly from still behind his hands.

"Well, he wasn't at breakfast and no one so far has seen him in class. Did you see him last night when he went back to your dorms?" Harry responded, combing a hand through his tousled hair awkwardly.

Draco paused and thought about it, "No, now that you mention it, I don't think I heard him come back to the dorms and I haven't seen him at all today either. After…uh… that…I took a dreamless sleep potion and fell asleep shortly thereafter," he admitted, clarifying that it was possible that Evan had come back, but that he wouldn't have known about it due to the potion's heavy sedative effects.

"I'm… kinda getting worried… about him. When I first saw him in the library and we started doing… stuff… he… I think he might have tried to stop me…he said he thought he was sick…" Harry admitted softly. He felt horrible for not taking Evan seriously earlier. He had thought the other boy was just being shy or… something… but based on how they all were feeling…maybe there was something to Evan's claim of 'being sick'.

After all, how likely was it for Harry to go and do 'sexual things' along with Malfoy, his nemesis, in the school library, while it was still open, to another guy he had barely just met, when he had always been 'straight' up until …a week ago or so? Hmmm.

"Potter! Are you serious! He said that?! And you what? Just didn't listen?!!! How incredibly, predictably Gryffindor of you!" Draco stormed, blaming the house of Gryffindor for all evils.

"What are you talking about?! I listened! 'Not listening' isn't a Gryffindor trait! I listened…I…I listened when you told me to shove my finger in deeper!" Harry burst out, instantly regretting that that was the only example he could think of. He turned away as his heart sped up and his palms began to sweat… merely thinking about what the three of them had done together in the library sent an unexpected spark of arousal through him. Merlin, he hoped Draco didn't notice!

Draco rubbed his hands harshly against his face, only to drop them and bluntly state, "Potter, you are by far the most embarrassing person to ever walk the halls of this school. Why was I cursed to attend Hogwarts at the same time as you?"

When Potter didn't immediately respond, this gave Draco some time to think. So… was Evan actually sick? Or was this just something he told Harry to try to get Saint-Potter to comfort him and lure him into a false sense of security and then strike when his guard was down? Was this all part of the plan that they had discussed what seemed to be so long ago? Was running out on both of them also part of his plan? Wait…what was the plan again?...

Draco then suddenly realized that during the entire 'Library Incident', he had completely forgotten about the plan altogether! All he had seen was what Potter was doing to Evan and then all he knew was a wave of arousal and a sheer need to see it through to the end…whatever that was. Maybe the same had happened to Evan.

"I think we should find him… if he's not back by dinner and no one has seen him," Harry stated firmly, interrupting any more of Malfoy's private thoughts. "I also overheard a few of the Professors talking. They're worried about him too, but I think they're trying not to let anyone know about their concerns. After all, Evan's a new student…maybe he doesn't realize that attending classes is… well… mandatory."

Draco found himself nodding his head. Whatever was going on was bizarre, and they had to figure out what it was…or at least he and Evan had to figure it out when they were away from Golden-Boy-Potter. Draco had to admit though, that even though things were massively awkward, he still was worried about Evan…apparently Saint-Potter was too. Not a Big Surprise though.

"Ok, after dinner then, if he's not back, we'll go find him," Draco agreed. "And maybe in the beginning, we'll just make sure that he's…'ok'. We won't actually ask him if he's 'sick'. We don't want to… scare him off. But if he offers any information… then let's go with that… Ok?" Draco suggested.

"Er… ok… Why?" Harry agreed but then immediately questioned.

"Tch, because unlike noisy Gryffindors who have no secrets, Slytherins actually like to keep any possible 'weaknesses' hush-hush. He may have let his 'sickness' slip to you…if that's even what he really said at all, but that doesn't mean he'll acknowledge it later… understand, Potter?" Draco revealed hesitantly. However, because he wanted to help Evan, that required Potter to understand some basic things about Slytherins, so he didn't feel too bad about his revelation.

"Oh, er, ok, I guess…" Harry replied hesitantly, surprised that Malfoy would ever reveal such a thing to him, though he supposed in retrospect, it made a lot of sense.

"Any idea where we could start looking?" Draco asked.

"Umm… Oh!" Harry exclaimed suddenly and hit himself on the forehead with his own palm.

"What is it?" Draco asked worriedly.

"I… have something that I think will find him… but it's in my trunk,” Harry replied, suddenly looking brighter.

"Well, it'll have to wait until later, we have class," Draco replied.

Harry's eyes narrowed, "Is that all you care about? Class? And what your parents think of you? What about your new friend who obviously needs you?" he protested harshly.

Draco's eyes narrowed at the challenge, "You know, Potty, sometimes people need some space to cool off. It doesn't mean anything is wrong. Really, it's only been like half a day plus last night. If he doesn't show up for dinner, we'll find him then. Until then, I don't want to actually make things worse than they already are."

Harry studied Draco for a moment, wondering if this was just an excuse or whether he was being sincere. If it was just an excuse, he would go find Evan himself. Determining that the fierce look in Draco's grey eyes was of genuine sincerity and concern for his friend, Harry nodded in assent. "Fine, after dinner then. Oh, and I'll bring my map."

Although the Gryffindor really didn't want to reveal his secret map to Malfoy, for the sake of making sure Evan was ok, he was willing to make that sacrifice. Or…he could consider simply Obliviating Malfoy afterwards.

"Map?" Draco asked, not having been aware that a map of the entire castle existed… not even in Hogwarts a History.

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Pixy Dust?

After the encounter, Voldemort was absolutely mortified by his behavior. Fucking myself on the fingers… of the Boy-Who-Lived?!!!!! He was so mortified he… he could just… Die!

After Voldemort had 'run for the hills' after the 'Library Incident', he had high-tailed it towards what he had previously discovered to be an unused part of the castle… far away and hidden from most prying eyes.

He was now obsessed with his research. He could never… ever… let what had happened in the library happen again.

Regardless of the fact that he was sure this part of the castle was still unused, as it was so dusty and not even any recent footprints could be seen in the hallways other than his, Voldemort refused to take any more chances. No precaution was great enough! The stakes were just that high!: What was left of his Sanity, and his…(dare he even think it) his Arse-Virginity! Voldemort refused to think that… fingers… counted toward losing such a thing!

No Dark Lord is Ever supposed to lose that! Ever! Sanity…ok, Dark Lords can lose that…but their Arse-Virginity? Never! Voldemort ranted to himself hysterically, on the verge of mental break down.

Flinging open a door to a large dusty room, he entered and shut the door firmly behind him. He then cast all sorts of incredibly intricate and powerful locking, silencing, and repelling charms on the door. The repelling charm was so no one would be able to enter and would not think to enter unless they actually knew for certain that they wanted to get into this particular room. In which case, even if someone did want to get into this particular room, they would never be able to break the intricate locking charms… right? Short of perhaps Dumbledore or Grindelwald, the former of which was still absent and the latter of which was dead! Voldemort laughed to himself hysterically, trying to reassure himself that he was indeed safe and away from both Harry and Draco.

Voldemort remained in the room for hours on end. He didn't even sleep that night. He went through page after page of every single book he had gotten, missing breakfast the next day, all of his morning classes, lunch, all of his afternoon classes, and now, ultimately dinner. He was exhausted, but he had also calmed down somewhat since he was alone and he was about halfway through all the reading material relating to the source of his… problem… urges… and… other… things… that Dark Lords Shouldn't Want or Behave Like!

In all of his research, he came to the same conclusion that had more or less previously occurred to him. That using parts of other people or other living creatures in a physical transformation had not only effects that were visual in nature, but occasionally also instinctual and the like. Voldemort came to the conclusion that he would likely have to go to Nagini and discuss some rather personal issues about her and her species' lifecycle and mating habits in order to determine whether his unusual urges were derived from that.

Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore his exhaustion and hunger and thirst, Voldemort prepared to turn back to his books, but before he could do so, he suddenly felt a vibration of sorts. What is that?! The Dark Lord shrieked mentally, his book falling from his lap as he sprung up from his seat.

Looking wildly around the room, he tried to figure out where the vibration was coming from. Eventually, he realized it was coming from the locked and silenced door! Someone must be knocking on it! That meant that they were trying to specifically get into this room!

Voldemort backed away hastily from the door. What if that someone was powerful enough to break through his barriers?! What if… McGonagall was with them?! What if she had become stronger over the years and could break the charms?! Or… Or what if she could Transfigure a way around the door completely! Panicking, Voldemort bolted away from the door to the opposite side of the room, robes whipping behind him as he dashed to the window.

Pressing himself up against the glass, he flipped the latch to one of the large glass windows and pushed it open. He looked down at the ground, discovering that he was four stories up. Ok, if worse comes to worse…and it's Harry or Draco…I'll…I'll jump! He thought wildly to himself. He refused to allow himself to be anywhere near them until he had figured out exactly what was wrong with him… and then cured the problem! And then Crucio'd them both for taking advantage of him… But no one could ever know that!

I can probably cast a lightening charm on myself so the impact once I hit the ground won't be that bad… and it'll be infinitely better than… than… doing… that… with… them… a-again… Voldemort rationalized. And even if I'm… injured, I can still… drag… myself off the grounds… and… Disapparate! Yes!

Assuming you don't break your wand in the fall, a small part of his consciousness cautioned.

No! Never! The larger part of his consciousness shrieked back.

It's finally happening, the Dark Lord thought morosely to himself. I'm losing my mind! The Boy-Who-Lived has driven me to Insanity at last!... And one of my Death Eaters with him!

Due to his desperately spinning thoughts, it took Voldemort a moment to realize that the vibrations caused by the knocks at the door seemed to have stopped.

Brightening as if a Death-Eater Revel had come early, the Dark Lord made his way back over to the door and pressed his hand and ear against it. Upon not hearing anything or feeling any more vibrations, he let out a hollow laugh of pure relief, staring at the door.

"Hiya, Evan!" A voice exclaimed from behind him.

"Eeeekkk!" The Dark Lord shrieked as he whipped around, plastering himself back against the door.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you… are you ok?" Harry asked from where he stood just inside the window, broom in hand…which he had obviously used to fly up four stories.

"…I…y-yes!" Voldemort responded, voice cracking as he whirled around to face the door again, drawing his wand and frantically pulling down the complex locking spells he had placed on the door earlier. Now he needed to get out! He had forgotten those particular locking spells worked both ways!

No! Voldemort desperately shouted to himself as he heard Harry's footsteps behind him drawing closer and closer. He tried to make himself focus on bringing down the charms, but terror, the kind that a Dark Lord should never feel, was making his limbs clumsier than ever! Making it difficult to remove the charms!

Finally! The Dark Lord exclaimed internally as he got the last locking spell off and flung open the door. He dashed out and ran right into… Draco?!

"Oommff! Ohh.. chuu… Hi, uh, Evan," Draco coughed out. His hands reached up to hold onto Evan's arms and then moved the boy away a bit to get a better look at him.

Harry walked up behind Evan, not sure why the boy seemed so… nervous… or maybe downright terrified of seeing them. "Hey, are you really ok? No one has seen you for like an entire day. We thought maybe you were just… a bit… I don't know… weirded out by… what happened… and maybe that was why… you were avoiding, er…u-us… but… you seemed to really like it… er… at the time… but since none of the professors have seen you… they've sent out a search party looking for you!" Harry finished his less than articulate explanation with a look of concern on his face.

Oh, by Mordred's dark curses, this is it! I'm going to die a worse fate that death!...Wait that doesn't even make sense! The Dark Lord shrieked to himself in hysteria as he felt Harry draw closer behind him, his chest almost touching his back. He felt his pulse speed up with how close Harry and Draco were standing, feeling more flushed and his breath becoming more labored.

"We, er… were really, er… worried about you, you know," Harry said. He raised one hand and rested it lightly on Evan's right hip, hoping it was in a supportive-like gesture.

As soon as Harry's hand touched his hip and he felt the boy's breath on his neck, Voldemort felt a flare of arousal, making him draw a sharp intake of breath as his head tilted slightly back. His response must have been visible, because when he looked back at Draco, he immediately saw those grey eyes darken with the beginnings of lust and felt the blond's hands tighten on his arms.

As the haze began to settle upon his mind again, by sheer willpower, Voldemort broke free for a moment. No! Not again! He shouted to himself as he jerked back from Draco and consequently rammed back into Harry. Stumbling back, Harry’s left hand faltered in its grip on his broom.

The broom! Voldemort exclaimed triumphantly to himself. He yanked the broom from Harry's grasp and then sprinted towards the open window.

"E-Evan! What're you doing? Stop! Do you even know how to ride a broom?!" Draco shouted fearfully from behind him.

Voldemort barely paused as he threw one leg over Harry's broom and climbed up onto the windowsill. I'm the greatest Dark Lord in all of history, how hard could riding a measly broom possibly be! He crazily tried to rationalize to himself right before he jumped right off, broom and all, despite knowing that he had never even once rode a broom before, other than that first flying lesson back in first year … which to his shame, he had actually failed to accomplish. But surely all the powers I have now won't even make that incident matter anymore, right? The Dark Lord thought. Then he realized he was dropping straight towards the ground on Harry's broom… like a boulder riding a twig.

…I don't think this is supposed to happen! The Dark Lord belatedly panicked as he began spiraling down at increasing speed.

"Arresto Momentum!" Voldemort shouted, positioning his wand and casting the spell towards himself.

But it was too late…before the spell could take its full effect, he crashed into the ground with a sickening thud.

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