Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Masculum Graviditate	By : ChibiAyane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 62408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters. This work of fiction is for fun only, not for profit.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
"Speech."
'Thoughts.'
"~Parseltongue.~"
Spells and potions.
+Chapter 5: Taken+
--Ministry of Magic. 1 March 1996, 03:02 a.m.--
The Dark Lord smirked as he watched Harry through their link; heard his worried thoughts; saw his vague useless plans; felt him grow annoyed with his bleeding forehead. Voldemort actively pushed at the magic in the lightning bolt-shaped scar, making it bleed even more, knowing that it might just give Potter enough of a distraction for him to take advantage of later.
He was impressed by the boy's daring and courage, even for a Gryffindor his bravery was admirable. Though, he was far from fearless. The boy could care less about what happened to himself, but he was full of hesitation for letting his friends go along into danger. There were so many emotions going through Harry Potter's head; fear, pain, determination, gratefulness, rage, irritation, worry, a plethora of love and hate. All of these emotions so overwhelming and so foreign to Voldemort that he couldn't help but be in awe of it all. He himself was filled with anticipation of seeing several of those strong emotions aimed directly at him, face to face. To see the fire in Harry Potter's eyes, to feel his fury and intoxicating magic all around him. Just the thought of it alone was filling the Dark Lord with lust.
'My equal,' Voldemort thought, as he turned to his Death Eaters. "Here he comes," he told them, causing Bellatrix to cackle madly. "Positions!"
'Soon, you'll be all mine.'
�@
Harry made a Floo call to Grimmauld Place to check if Sirius was still there, but he could only get hold of Kreacher who was vague in telling him where is Master was. Simply saying he was not at home. Harry growled in frustration and fear, turning to his friends.
"He's not at home," Harry said to Hermione, who frowned and nodded. Harry stood and grabbed more Floo Powder and threw it into the fire. He jumped into the flames and shouted, "Ministry of Magic, London" and was whisked off in a blaze of green. The others looked at each other for a moment before they followed. Harry hadn't waited for his friends to come through before he ran off through the empty Atrium to the lifts, but the sound of squeaky trainer-covered feet told him that they were right behind him.
Once the lift started moving with all of them inside, Hermione made an observation. "This is the Ministry of Magic, even this late at night, there should be people around."
"I know," Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"This is really happening, then," Neville mumbled.
Ron patted Neville on the back. "Glad you came with, though, Nev."
Neville nodded. "Yeah."
"By the way, Harry," Fred started up.
"Fred and I have a few handy pranks in our pockets, should we run into any slimy Death Eaters," George finished. Fred and George passed out the few finished and even unfinished inventions to their friends. Each of them getting something different, Harry was given a chunk of black soot that they called Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder and was told to throw it on the ground if he needed to get away but that he should be ready to conjure a Lumos if he wanted to see where he was going.
"Haven't figured out how to get it so the user can still see where he's going while still blinding his opponent," Fred had put in. "But using a Lumos should give you enough light to keep you from running into anything, while still being dim enough to keep anyone else from seeing you."
"Thanks," Harry said, thinking that he would probably end up using it at some point tonight.
"Department of Mysteries," spoke the disembodied voice of the lift. Harry gulped and stepped out. He looked around for any movement before he fastened his gaze on the black door that led to the Department of Mysteries. He didn't waste time and ran toward it, his friends trailing behind him. He bit his lip and opened the door. Inside they found a room of doors, quickly growing more irritated as he watched the doors rotate every time they tried one. He wiped at his forehead again and tried another random door. After an infuriating amount of time in the room with the rotating doors, they finally found the Hall of Prophecy, where Harry had seen Sirius in his vision.
They roamed through the aisles of shelves, looking for Sirius, or anyone at all. They came upon the row of shelves that Harry had seen in his vision.
"Harry," Neville murmured. "It's got your name on it." Harry looked at it and picked up the orb, blood that had been wiped from his forehead smearing over the glass. As soon as it left the shelf and was held firmly in his palm it started reciting it's prophecy for everyone in the vicinity to hear.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him,
Born as the seventh month dies,
And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not,
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives,
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
"Well, that's unsettling," Ron muttered.
Then they heard a cackle and turned to see Bellatrix Lestrange standing not ten feet away from them. Harry slipped the prophecy into his pocket and glanced around, groaning in annoyance when he noticed they were surrounded, even going so far as to roll his eyes before he turned his attention back to Bellatrix.
"Gotcha!" Bellatrix sang. Harry glowered and swiped his wand through the air, throwing a whole row of glass orbs to shatter over Bellatrix's head. She shrieked and the other Death Eaters shouted, as Harry's friends did the same thing to the rest of them.
"Run!" Harry yelled and bolted back the way they came, hoping his friends would follow and not be hit by the retaliatory hexes and curses that were being thrown at them. He ran through a door, only to fall through the air when he found no ground beyond the door. His friends tumbled after him, the only thing saving them all from becoming splatters on the floor was Hermione's quick wand work, levitating them all slowly to the ground.
They all stood and looked around, finding themselves in a stone chamber with only an empty stone archway in the middle and one passageway leading to who knows where. The moment of peace left Harry noticing just how tired he was, and his damn scar was still bleeding leaving him even weaker. Wasn't blood supposed to clot up a wound at some point? Didn't help that his hand wasn't in the best of shape either.
Their peaceful moment didn't last long. Black smoke started billowing around them. Harry was knocked to the ground and a heavy weight settled onto his back. When the smoke cleared, Harry noticed all of his friends were captured by Death Eaters and there was the knee of another one in his back, holding him down. Taking a second to notice with a sense of satisfaction that Bellatrix had cuts all over her face, he turned his head to the side to see who it was that was on top of him, but this person was cloaked and was wearing a mask, unlike the others. The cloaked figure started reaching for Harry's wand to disarm him and Harry started struggling to get free. Then the room was filled with light and the trill of a phoenix. Relief filled Harry's mind and he took the moment of distraction and twisted himself enough to ram an elbow into the side of the masked figure's head, earning a grunt from said figure and knocking him off of his back.
Harry scrambled to his feet and ran to his godfather, who had arrived along with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. Fighting ensued, spells flying everywhere, children running for cover or fighting alongside the Order members. Harry fought beside Sirius. Sirius taking on Bellatrix, while Harry took on Lucius Malfoy. The masked figure had disappeared the moment Dumbledore showed up.
Most of the fighting didn't last very long, the Order outnumbering the Death Eaters that were present. Most of the Death Eaters ran away. Harry sent Lucius flying backward and turned just in time to see a frustrated Bellatrix throw a familiar bright green curse at Sirius. Harry didn't even think about it; he dove forward and knocked both Sirius and himself to the ground just as the curse soared over their heads. The curse passed so close it made Harry's hair flutter as it breezed by him. Sirius stared up at his godson, who was on top of him and looking furiously after the witch who had turned tail and ran the moment she saw Harry interfere.
"Thank you for that," Sirius told him lightly. "Harry?" Sirius tried to get Harry's attention, but he was already up off the floor and running. Sirius just missed grabbing hold of Harry's robes as he ran after her. "Harry!"
Harry chased her down the stone passageway, through halls and corridors, all the way out to the Atrium. When she cackled and began taunting him, he flung a tripping jinx at her and Bellatrix yelped and crashed to the floor face first, her nose making a sickening crunch as it collided with the black marble floor. Harry skidded to a halt, as Bellatrix turned over and glared up at him, blood flowing from her nose. Harry flicked his wand and silently disarmed the witch, catching her wand in his other hand. He breathed heavily, both in fatigue and anger, as he looked down at the wand made of twisted black wood - as twisted as its owner. He gripped the wand in both hands and snapped it in half and threw it aside. Bellatrix gasped and growled in outrage.
"If you ever attack someone I love again, then so help me, whatever you do to them, I will do to you!" he shouted. "I should curse you just for trying it!" He raised his wand and aimed it at her, his hand shaking slightly. Bellatrix cowered in fear of the wizard standing over her. His magic was pouring off of him in waves. Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself, but he was still too angry to let her go. He shook his head and waved his wand, throwing every prank hex and curse he could think of at her. When he was finished, Bellatrix was a twitching, wheezing, pimply mass of oozing, bleeding, brightly-colored hair, flesh and feathers. She even had a beak. "Next time, you won't be so lucky," he hissed at her, his right eye closing as blood dripped down into it from his forehead.
"Promise?" a voice hissed into his ear and he whirled around, wand at the ready... only to be punched in the jaw.
He grunted as he was sent sprawling to the floor, his wand slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor, his glasses flying off of his face. He hissed in pain, bringing his hand up to his jaw and split lip, his other hand reaching for his wand. No sooner had he looked at the blurry spot where his wand lay did it fly off the ground and into his attacker's outstretched hand. Harry stilled when he sat up and looked up at who it was. It was Voldemort, he could tell even through his fuzzy eyesight and Harry mentally cursed himself for blushing. There he stood, looking like Tom Riddle, in a cloak that Harry thought he recognized as the one belonging to the Death Eater that was holding him down earlier. And now that he looked carefully, he saw a big dark spot on the Dark Lord's cheek that could only be a bruise.
Harry couldn't help the smirk or the snide comment. "You hit like a girl."
The Dark Lord shrugged. "Well, it's not often that I resort to muggle methods, but," Voldemort paused and gestured to his own face. "An eye for an eye."
Harry scowled and moved to stand up, but when he got to the point of putting weight onto his tired legs, he crumpled back onto the floor. "Shit," he hissed to himself.
"Oh, yes," the Dark Lord muttered, squatting down beside Harry. "That's my fault." Suddenly, like a snake striking out, he lunged forward and wrapped a hand around Harry's throat, squeezing and pressing him backward until he was on the ground. Harry winced when his head collided with the floor, his hands shooting up to try and pry Voldemort's hand off of his neck. The Dark Lord smiled almost triumphantly, as he watched Harry struggle. He dug his fingers in deeper, choking and pressing into the pressure points, taking great glee in watching Harry's eyes widen in fear and his mouth gape as he tried to draw breath. Harry scratched at the hand around his throat with his finger nails, trying and failing to remove it. Harry tried reaching up to wrap his own hands around the Dark Lord's throat, but his arms were shorter than Voldemort's. Just as the boy's eyes were closing and his struggling limbs went slack as he passed into unconsciousness, a powerful stinging hex hit Voldemort's hand, forcing him to let go. He growled and turned to see Dumbledore standing across the other side of the Atrium.
"Leave him alone, Tom," Dumbledore said, moving closer with his wand raised.
The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes and stood, leaving Harry passed out on the floor. "I can't do that, Albus." He sent a curse at Dumbledore, who deflected it and sent one of his own right back. Voldemort threw up a thick opaque black shield and turned to pick up his prize. Dumbledore cast a particularly clever spell that disabled Voldemort's shield and raised his wand to cast another spell, but faltered when the shield fell and he saw Harry in the Dark Lord's arms.
"Tom, don't do this," Dumbledore implored. The members of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry's classmates arrived into the Atrium a few seconds later. Remus was the first to notice what was happening and lunged to hold Sirius back and out of Dumbledore's way.
"Do what, Albus?" Voldemort taunted. He gave the Headmaster a lazy shrug. "I don't plan on killing him any time soon, I promise. I still need him!" The Dark Lord pressed a mocking kiss to Harry's forehead and throwing a wink at the aging wizard, confusing Dumbledore who gave him a pensive and calculating look. Voldemort turned to his Death Eaters that had finally shown up, just as the Ministry's Floos flared to life, emitting Ministry employees in various stages of dress after they'd all gotten the alert that someone had broken into the Ministry. The Minister himself stood there dumbfounded in his pajamas and bowler hat. "Bring the Seer," Voldemort told his followers. He sent a wandless Fiendfyre at Dumbledore, then used that opportunity to apparate away.
By the time Dumbledore had put the fire out, the Death Eaters had disappeared, taking Luna Lovegood and an incapacitated Bellatrix Lestrange with them. Voldemort was long gone with Harry in his arms. Sirius dropped to his knees and started crying and Hermione cried into Ron's shoulder. Dumbledore stared at the place where the Dark Lord had been standing, along with the rest of the wizards and witches who had shown up in time to see the Dark Lord Voldemort disappear with Harry Potter. The only things left in the middle of the Atrium were puffs of smoke, small pools of blood and Harry's glasses lying on the floor.
�@
--Slytherin Castle, somewhere in Ireland. Same day.--
The Dark Lord apparated directly into his own personal bed chamber - a large and majestic room filled with the characteristic Slytherin colors - and carefully laid his cargo onto the king-sized bed. He raised his wand and waved a Scourgify over the still form of Harry Potter, removing all the dirt and blood and cast another spell that removed Harry's outer robe without moving him, because Voldemort knew he'd have stuff in his pockets. He also took his shoes, leaving Harry in only his jeans and t-shirt and nothing that could be used as a weapon.
He looked down at the almost angelic face, raising his wand and healing up Harry's lip and jaw, and the finger marks on his neck, then traced the tip of his wand over Harry's bloody scar, closing it up as well. He put the tip of his wand into his own mouth and licked the small amount of blood off, as he reached to run his thumb over the scar in an almost reverent manner. He gasped and almost dropped his wand, when he felt the magic of the scar push back. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving the lightning bolt shaped scar. He drew his wand over the scar again, muttering something in Latin that caused the scar to glow a faint gold for a moment before fading out again. Voldemort scoffed out a mirthless chuckle as he caressed Harry's cheek. A Horcrux. The boy was a Horcrux! His own accidental Horcrux!
'That settles it,' he thought. 'He's never leaving my side again.'
He leaned over and placed a possessive kiss over Harry's mouth, dipping his tongue briefly between the slightly-opened lips, before he pulled away. He smirked smugly as he waved his wand again and a Goblin-made unbreakable steel chain and shackle closed around Harry's ankle, tethering him to the heavy bed frame.
"Mine," he whispered, then turned and left to lock up Potter's wand in the safe in his office, along with anything else he found in the boy's robe pockets. Afterward, he went to shower and change his clothes, the whole time his mind was drifting over the revelation that Harry Potter was much more than an enemy or potential partner.
When he was clean, healed and dressed, he went back into his bedroom to find that Harry was awake and tugging at the chain frantically with his hands, pulling so hard that both his hands and ankle were bleeding.
"Don't bother," Voldemort said, closing the door behind himself. Harry jumped and turned to look at him; he hadn't heard him come in. "Goblin steel. It won't break and the bed is magically enhanced oak. You won't be able to free yourself, short of cutting off your own foot." Harry slumped in defeat. Voldemort stepped over to the bed, a hand fishing a couple of potion phials out of his pockets. Harry watched him carefully as he walked at a leisurely pace around the bed to the side Harry was chained to. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Harry frowned.
"W-What do you want with me then?" Harry asked. The Dark Lord studied Harry for a moment, then held up the phials. "What are those?" Harry eyed the clear phials, not recognizing the potions.
"One is a simple sleeping draught, the other is a new potion that I brewed especially for you," Voldemort answered, enjoying Harry's look of confusion. "You should have heard about it in school recently." He smirked when Harry's face paled and looked frantically between his face and the phial in his hand. "Are you going to be a good boy and drink it, or do I have to force you?"
Harry gulped and bit his lip, inching backward as far as he could until the chain stopped him. He started shaking his head. "I-I don't want to drink it."
Voldemort sighed and rolled his eyes. "Force it is, then." He turned and set the other phial down on the side table, then made a show of rolling up his sleeves. Harry was still shaking his head, his mouth pinched shut and his leg tugging on the chain. The Dark Lord knelt on the bed, grabbing Harry's leg and tugged him closer. He climbed over Harry and pinned his flailing arms above his head, then flicked his wand and made more chains close around the Harry's wrists.
"No no no no no," Harry kept repeating.
"Yes," Voldemort countered, as he grabbed Harry's jaw and pried it open, uncorking the potion phial with the other hand. There were tears in Harry's eyes and he whimpered, as the potion was poured down his throat and then his jaw was held shut and his nose covered - held there until he swallowed it. Once he did, Voldemort let him go and climbed off of him, as Harry gasped in air and coughed - hoping to gag and throw it up. "Just for that, you don't get the other potion." He stowed the other potion phial back into his pocket and went to the door. "I'll be back later," he said over his shoulder, then he left, leaving Harry chained to the bed by his ankle and wrists.
Harry was left wondering why he would have wanted to take the other potion - a sleeping draught, he said? Then he thought back to the first lesson that introduced the potions saying something about the effects being painful. Then he remembered Hermione's explanation one evening in the common room, after she'd read everything she could and had figured out how it all worked.
-
"The first potion is Masculum Graviditate, Latin for Male Pregnancy. The second is Masculum Ovi Ubertatem, Latin for Male Egg Fertilization. When someone takes the first potion, it travels through their digestive system and collects the drinker's magic as it goes along. Once it reaches a certain point, it begins the growth of a magical sack inside the male body. Since this growth involves growing not only flesh and blood, but veins and nerves as well, it's a very painful process. That's why the drinker is also supposed to drink a sleeping draught or pain nullifying potion, so they can get through the process without having to feel it all. This must be done three times over three days, until the sack is finished growing."
"A sack?" Ron asked, confused.
"Basically, the drinker would be growing their own uterus," Hermione clarified. Ron and Harry both grimaced. "The second potion, when it is taken, also travels through the digestive system and collects the drinker's magic as well as their DNA, forming an egg and once it reaches the newly grown sack in deposits itself inside and waits to be fertilized by the drinker's partner, who would have to use the spell Seminis Inuerrere to make sure their semen goes to the right place, shall we say."
"Where is this sack, exactly?" Harry'd asked.
"It's supposed to grow inside your colon, approximately four to six inches past the rectum," she'd stated so matter-of-factly that it made both boys gape at her; she was so clinical sometimes, it felt like they were talking to a machine. At least, that was Harry's thought.
"Wait," Ron said. "Where does the baby come out?" Hermione just raised an eyebrow. "No..." Ron shook his head, then stared at her for second and his face turned to a mask of horror. "It comes out your bum hole?!" Hermione smirked at his squeaky exclamation. Ron went on to mutter something about never pooping again.
"Yes, to put it bluntly," she replied. "Though, you'd have to go to a healer to give birth. A male's bone structure isn't right for giving birth, your coccyx is in the way. Your tail bone?" she clarified at Ron's confused expression, who then nodded in understanding.
-
Harry paled as he recalled what Hermione said about the first potion. "Oh, shit..." he muttered, looking at the door Voldemort had just gone through.
He found out just how painful it can be thirty minutes later when it started to work and an intense burning spread through his abdomen. He screamed.
TBC
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Masculum Graviditate