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Possession	By : uqui Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 85531 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Again I must apologise to all the people who have
reviewed. I'm still away from home at the moment so the trials that were
in effect last week are still there. But I do wish to thank you all. I
have read all of them and I was stoked! So thanks...

And I promise individual responses will come next
week. I fly back home on the evening of the 16th so after I see "Matrix
- Reloaded" I'll get to a computer on the morning of the 17th. At the very
latest the next chapter will be up on the evening of the 17th (Australian
time), so that's morning for the Americas and about noon for Europe and
UK. Is that being considerate enough for everyone? ^_^

Now to the Person who said it seemed a little bit easy for Voldie...
Well... Complications are introduced in this chapter, so it's not going
to be quite that easy for him.

And as for the Obliviate on Harry - I've never said it was Dumbledore's.
That's only Voldemort's assumption about who cast it. ^_^ I couldn't make
it that easy.

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Possession

Chapter VI - Punishment

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Harry snapped out of his dream at the noise his uncle was making.
He'd vaguely noted the car arrive back and then the muted conversation
between Petunia and Vernon but then it had almost seemed as if his Uncle
had exploded.

"BOY!"

Harry shuddered at the voice. Wasn't that being a little loud? What
would the neighbours think?

"BOY!!"

Was it humanly possible to yell that loud?

"BOY!!!"

With that final yell the door burst open and Harry winced. If he'd been
standing where he was supposed to be, he would have been clipped by the
door and slammed into the wall. That would have hurt.

Harry looked up at the man. Vernon was literally purple with rage, and
his chest was heaving from the relatively short walk up the stairs. His
beady eyes peered out from his face and his chins bounced. "Uncle," he
said uncertainly.

That appeared to be the last straw. Harry never even saw the blow coming
but he felt its effects and he crashed into the small chest of draws against
the wall, hammering his bruised arm painfully. Hedwig hooted from her cage.

Vernon wasn't done though and with a rough swipe he backhanded Harry
back on to the bed as he struggled to rise. Harry sprawled half on the
bed, half not before Vernon kicked his legs and Harry cried out before
scrambling frantically. His Uncle didn't care though and continued to hit
him, sending him crashing into what furniture there was in the room but
thankfully never into Hedwig's cage. Occasionally Vernon would kick his
legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor where Vernon
would kick him until he stood again. From the doorway Dudley watched, pig
eyes wide with excitement as he squealed encouragement to his father.

Harry spat blood, shaking his head to clear the stars as he struggled
to push himself upright. He felt his arm buckle and he crashed back to
the floor. He hurt... Everything hurt but he didn't have time to contemplate
this because Vernon had kicked him again, slamming him into the wall. Harry
curled up instinctively but his Uncle didn't stop.

"You." Kick. "Little." Kick. "Whore." Kick.

Harry cried out, drawing his legs up to his chest and using his arms
to shield his face but his Uncle always seemed to hit his target, driving
his foot directly into Harry's abdomen, each blow driving his back painfully
into the wall.

"Yeah! That's it Dad! Harder!"

Harry couldn't help but glance over at his obese cousin and immediately
wished he hadn't. The boy was dressed, as usual, in clothes that were stretched
almost to breaking across his more than ample frame, so there was nothing
hiding the bulge in the front of his trousers. His fat fingers also rested
there, lazily and gently tracing up and down his confined, engorged length.
His face had a dreamy smile that was at odds with his intent eyes. The
over grown whale was jerking off to Harry's beating and with each blow
Vernon landed, he spasmed, clutching the door frame for support with his
free hand. His breath came short and fast as he panted with exertion and
his face became flushed.

"That's it, Dad! Harder!" The fat bastard implored again as Harry cried
out in pain.

"You Little Whore!" Vernon repeated, landing a blow with each word.
"You wear Dudley's clothes, eat my food, sleep in my house and this is
how you repay me!" He screamed, gesturing vaguely. "You break Petunia's
plates, burn my shirt and destroy Dudley's inheritance. You should be thanking
me for taking you in!"

"Yeah!... Harder!" Dudley gasped, almost as if he was in pain.

Harry could barely even hear Vernon. He didn't care what his Uncle was
parroting but he figured it was the usual speech. He hurt too much and
he was sure several bones had been broken. How was he going to explain
this? More blood dribbled from his mouth but he made no move to wipe it
away. He could barely feel his legs and his stomach was just one sea of
pain. He really hoped the internal bleeding wasn't too bad.

Vernon kicked him once more for good measure before turning and storming
out. "And don't think you're getting fed for a week! I'm going to have
to take the day off work tomorrow just to fix the damage you've caused."

Harry looked up, just before the door slammed shut and was rewarded
by another glimpse of his cousin. The boy was beet red and there was a
wet patch on the front of his trousers but he meet Harry's green eyes squarely,
a superior smile on his face and a look of contentment in his eyes. As
the bolts slide home in the door, Harry curled up further, trying to nurse
the worst of his injuries before he even attempted getting to his bed.
He wished he'd just lose consciousness but he still heard his aunt and
uncle in the corridor.

"My baby Dudleykins! You're almost a man!" There was a weird note of
pride in Petunia's voice. No doubt she'd seen her little boys reaction
to watching Harry having the living daylights beaten out of him.

"Now, now, Pet," Vernon cautioned her, but his voice too betrayed pride
for his son. "He's not a man yet. Not until he takes some girls maidenhead
which will probably been sooner that we know, eh, Dudley?"

Harry drew a shuddering breath... It hurt... He tried focusing through
the pain... Five... Five ribs hurt... and there was a dull ache from the
right side of his abdomen. Harry frowned, idly wondering if there was anything
important there... It had been a long time since he'd done even basic human
anatomy in school... His shin hurt too and through the pain he couldn't
tell if his leg was broken or not.

Hedwig hooted softly at him from her cage, fluttering her wings against
the bars as she watched her master rock himself gently.

He groaned and spat blood, shifting really carefully as he tried to
find a position that didn't hurt as much. At least the floor was cooling
and it eased the hot abrasions he had on his arms. Vernon had never done
this before. No matter what he had done Vernon hadn't hit him before. Locked
him away, starved him, verbally abused him but never had he hit him before.
He'd always been too afraid of what the neighbours would say but something
had changed.

Harry blinked back the dark but it slowly encroached upon his vision.
His last thought, more a realisation than a true thought was to wonder
why Vernon's words had seemed... true.

Strong hands coolly caressed him in the dark, soothing words were whispered
in his ear as Harry slept and he felt safe.

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Voldemort shifted his gaze over the Warding with a chill smile. "Soon,"
he whispered. It was night and to his vision the Wards glowed a soft, almost
imperceptible white. Dumbledore had certainly called upon the best to help
him cast them. Anyone could cross them in innocence but if you knew about
them and your magic level was high enough, you could not bear any ill will
against Harry Potter and pass through them unscathed.

Lucius, McNair and Flint were with him as were two more of his elites
but they were hidden and would act only if called upon. He could taste
Flint's nervousness but this was the boy's first mission accompanying him.
It was a bit of a risk to bring him but perhaps a familiar and less threatening
face would calm his prize.

He stepped forward, raising his wand. "Quietus alarmis," he hissed
softly, flicking his wand. Further study of the alarm spells had shown
him that they couldn't be so easily removed, but they could be muffled.
"Nullifica!" and another flick of his wand, took care of the Wards
and with a firm step he moved forward, surveying the enclosed houses for
any further surprises with eyes that saw the magic streams.

Harry's house was alive with Magic. It almost seemed to have a heart
beat but Voldemort recognised the magic streams as nothing more than the
structural reinforcing that would ensure the house remained as it was,
no matter what physical force was thrown at it. Other houses were dull
and lifeless, except for...

"Lucius... It appears Mr Potter has a minder... Be so good as to fetch
her," he instructed as he recognised the unmistakably controlled glow of
a first class Auror.

"Yes, My Lord," the elder Malfoy bowed slightly before moving to the
indicated house. Only the Dark Lord could 'see' magic and it was a gift
that allowed him to be well nigh invincible. A gift not even Dumbledore
possessed.

Voldemort watched as the blond Death Eater hurried up the garden path
but before he got close to the door there was a surge of magic and Lucius
was thrown backwards. The Dark Lord hid a smirk. At least Dumbledore had
chosen someone who was good but he could not afford a prolonged battle
here. He raised his wand and whispered the word, aiming for the bright
aura of the woman. "Stupify." The spell manifested itself as a shock
wave, passing through the walls of the house with ease.

There was a small crash from within the house and Voldemort turned away
as the woman's magical signal dulled. Lucius could handle her now.

With a nod at McNair and Flint, who arranged themselves flanking him
he swept towards Harry's house. How sweet... The boy was asleep... His
magic was very dull. With a firm hand, Voldemort knocked, absently noting
the blistering paint on the door and the half polished number. It certainly
was an interesting effect.

Inside he heard grumbling but eventually there was the sound of heavy
steps coming closer. He wrinkled his nose. These people smelt vile
but he would not be here long. "No killing... Not yet," he re-iterated
the instructions, for his own benefit as much as that of his servants.
He wanted to save these Muggles for Harry.

The door opened a crack but that was enough. With brutal strength McNair
and Flint drove themselves forward, slamming whoever it was into the wall.
As Lucius emerged from the Auror's house, her limp form hovering behind
him, Voldemort stepped over the slumped form of what appeared to be a small
whale. He heard a woman's hysterical shrieking before it was quickly silenced
and man's hoarse bellowing that was silenced by a sharp slap. He cast his
eyes quickly to the second floor but Harry had not moved. "Sleep well,
my little one," Voldemort murmured before he stepped forward to see Harry's
relatives. The blood binds had to be removed before he could claim his
prize.

Lucius entered the house behind him. "My Lord, the Auror did not have
time to activate any alarms," he reported as he followed.

"Good," Voldemort purred, walking into the Muggles kitchen, seeing for
the first time Harry's relatives. McNair and Flint stood behind them, wand
levelled at the man, while the boy had chosen a more direct method and
had a knife against her over long neck.

The woman... she was meant to be related to Harry's Mother?... Well,
it was obvious Lily had inherited everything from her parents, leaving
nothing for her sister. The woman's neck was far to long and next to her
husband she looked positively undernourished. The man was almost purple
with outrage and his cheek bore a welt. Neither of them had much magic,
even for Muggles, they were weak.

"Excellent," Voldemort complimented his servants as he transfigured
one chair into a throne and sat. "Now, Muggles, you are going to answer
my questions."

"The boy's upstairs! Just take him and go," the man huffed.

"No... I cannot take him until he is released from you."

"What do you mean?" Despite the knife, the woman�s eyes had narrowed.
Flint released the knife slightly but kept her under a close watch.

"You are tied to him," Voldemort explained shortly.

"What!?"

"I gather you don't want this."

"Of course not! We want nothing to do with his abnormality!"

The Dark Lord's crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. For Harry...
he forcibly reminded himself as he re-examined the Muggles. The blood ties
were there but they were almost non-existent. All he'd have to do to break
them was to take the boy while they were unaware. "I can help you there.
Magic is a curious thing and I can break this spell quite easily. You must
simply desire it."

"Anything to get rid of that ingrate!"

Voldemort raised his wand, flicking it sharply to the right. "Siees
taas," he commanded before rising and sweeping from the room before
the Muggles had even hit the floor.

He mounted the stairs quietly. "Flint, get Mr Potter's school things,
they're in the cupboard under here," he said as his two servants moved
to follow him. "McNair, Malfoy, seal the house and leave."

"My Lord? Is that wise?" It was Lucius who questioned him.

"I wish to be alone with Mr Potter," Voldemort said softly. "Take the
Auror with you and leave her imprisoned until I see her."

"My Lord..." Lucius wisely bowed, asceeding to his Master's wishes and
the threat inherent in the quiet tone.

Voldemort waited, a tall and imposing figure in the Dursley corridor
outside the littlest bedroom until he felt the spells around the house
completed and his three servants and their captured prey left. With Harry
still sleeping, Flint would not be necessary. There were two shimmers in
the corridor and two red masked Death Eaters appeared, bowing slightly
towards their Master before they took up flanking positions at the door.

The Dark Lord ran his wand over the locks destroying them. The Muggles
would pay for keeping his prize like this but that was something he would
allow Harry the pleasure of. He pocketed his wand as he opened the door,
stepping into the room.

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