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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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If you had a sister and a dog, I'd choose the dog - normal speech

if you had a sister and a dog, I'd choose the dog - parsletongue

(qoute by Jack Sparrow)

Chapter six

Meeting a savior and making progress

He looked up when the door opened and their eyes met. Harry shook his head, trying to stop his imagination from making this into something more. Lord Voldemort looked calmer, but something shone in his eyes when he looked at Harry.

"You didn't move."

"You told me not too."

"I did." The man walked through his room, shedding his black cloak and letting it fall to the floor.

"Clean it up." Harry frowned but stood.

"What time is it?" He asked, while picking the robe from the ground. A strong, typical smell hit his nostrils. Voldemort didn't answer his question. The Lord walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Harry wondered, just for a moment, if Voldemort went to the toilet like every other person. He shook his head and pressed the robe against his nose. Blue had smelled like a strong flowery smell, Harry could remember it clearly. This robe smelled just like him, but it smelled of something else too. Sex had a typical sort of smell, semen did too and Harry recognized both smells, and Blue's, on the robe. He closed his eyes and balled his fists. The Lord had fucked somebody else? Harry knew he shouldn't feel this bad about it. He and the Lord weren't really married and it was obvious there was no love between them. But being confronted with this, was something Harry had not expected. The bathroom door opened and Harry looked up.

"Put it away boy." The man said while walking to a bookcase.

"Do you like it, fucking someone who's at your mercy?" The Lord glanced at him and smirked.

"I do." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Then why didn't you buy a slave instead of taking me?"

"Good question." Harry clenched his fists. He had enough.

"I think it's because you are hiding something from me. Something is going on, something that has to do with me. I wasn't the weakest from them all, no! You wanted me close, why I don't know, but something is wrong here." He threw the cloak to the ground, turned on his heel and stormed through the door. Nagini, who had watched the scene from a corner, hissed amused.

"Your pet ran off."

"Shut up."

Harry ran down the hallway. He didn't know where he could go, but he needed to get away from the Lord. Even just for a little while. He spotted an open door and ran into it. It was some kind of office with several bookcases, a desk and one fireplace. Harry ran to the fireplace and took the pot with floopower. He had seen how Hermione and Ron did it, he could do it too! He was a squib and squibs were supposed to be able to do it. He stepped into the fireplace and threw some powder around himself.

"Hogwarts!" He yelled. Through the green flames, he spotted a furious Dark Lord.

It didn't last that long and at the end, the fireplace spat in out.

"Oh my." He couldn't see anything through the dust that was on his glasses, but he could hear footsteps coming closer. A spell was whispered and his glasses were cleaned. A wand pointed at him.

"Who are you?" Harry looked up from his position on the ground and he could feel his hair falling from his forehead. The witch that had him at wand-point gasped and took several steps back.

"Well, this is interesting." Harry looked at the portrait that had spoken. Albus Dumbledore smiled down at him with twinkling eyes.

Hermione pushed a glass of water in his hands and he smiled sheepishly at her. Ron grinned a little but Hermione looked as stern as ever.

"I can't believe you just left! Do you know what He will do to you? What trouble you'll cause the Headmistress? The Dark Lord is on his way right now!" Harry ducked his head.

"Please Hermione, I was mad. He…" Harry shook his head.

"You can't just run away whenever you have an argument. It's bound to happen, living with Him." Harry nodded slowly and sipped from his glass. The Headmistress had called Hermione and Ron immediately after his entrance, and when they had come to get him, he had heard how she floocalled a certain Kinglsey.

"Why were you mad?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head and Ron didn't ask more. They were in a classroom, situated close by the Headmistress's office. Hermione sighed.

"You can't stay. The Lord will pick you up as soon as he can, I think."

"I just…there are some things I need to know. Voldemort – they flinched at his name, which made Harry frown – has been keeping secrets from me." He noticed how they both looked at the ground, but before he could ask more, the door burst open. The three of them jumped up. Hermione and Ron pointed their wands at the door, while Harry lifted his fists. A boy stood in the middle.

"Neville!" Ron said. He sounded relieved.

"I'm sorry! I lost Hedwig again. She just always…" He sighed and lowered his head. Hermione took a step forward.

"Don't be sorry and we'll help you find her."

"Who's Hedwig?" Harry asked. Neville looked up and Harry couldn't quite help the sneer that broke through his lips. The boy had puffy red eyes, looked a little bit chubby and not very strong. He looked like one of the soft boys at the orphanage, those that had been easy to bully.

"She's my owl." The boy said.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter. You are…?" At the mentioning of his name, the boy turned pale and he took a step back.

"N-Neville Longbottom!" Harry arched an eyebrow and nodded.

"Are you the Harry Potter? The other prophesized child?"

"The what?"

"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed. Neville clapped a hand in front of his mouth and he looked scared for a moment.

"I gotta go!" He turned and left. Harry pushed Hermione and Ron away and ran straight after the boy. He could hear the others calling his name, but he didn't care. Neville wasn't very fast, so Harry could keep up with him rather easily. He grabbed the smaller boy by the neck and pushed him against the wall, using his whole body. Neville went still under his hold. Harry plunged his hand into the boy's pocket and retrieved his wand.

"Want to tell me more?" He turned the boy around and looked into his simple brown eyes. He looked a little bit afraid, but also determined. Harry rolled his eyes. They always looked determined in the beginning. They didn't for long.

"Harry! Leave Neville alone!" Hermione sounded agitated but Harry could hear a strange urge in her voice. It made him angry. Did everyone know something about him he did not? He placed his hands on the boy his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Neville leaned his head backwards and his brown hair, that hung in front of his forehead, fell away. Harry gasped and took a step back. The boy straightened and lifted his hand. He placed a hand on the strangely shaped scar. Harry did the same with his lightning bolt.

"What?" Harry shook his head and looked from Ron to Hermione, back to Neville.

"Who are you?" Neville opened his mouth but his eyes caught something that stood behind Harry and he lowered his eyes. Harry frowned.

"That is Neville Longbottom, esteemed savior of the wizarding world." Harry turned around when he heard the snarky voice.

"Who are you?" The man that had terrified that esteemed savior arched an eyebrow at Harry. Hermione and Ron took several steps away from the man and placed themselves at either side of Neville.

"I am professor Snape and you, Harry Potter, have made one Lord very angry." Harry snorted. Behind him, Neville Longbottom gasped and clapped a hand over his scar.

"He's here!" He gasped in pain.

"Come on Neville, let's go." Hermione tucked on the boy his arms and they left young Harry alone with the black haired professor.

The office was filled with little trinkets and if Harry had been in any other situation, he would have stared at everything. Now, he could only stare at his shoes.

"I am sorry for this disturbance." The Lord said to the stern headmistress. He sounded pained, as if he didn't want to apologies. Minerva Mcgonagall glanced at Harry through her spectacles.

"No problem my Lord. I was only startled." Voldemort nodded.

"Severus found him with Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom."

"Really." Harry looked up to see his reaction, but the Lord seemed indifferent.

"Thank you Severus, for bringing him back." The black haired man nodded but said nothing. Harry sighed and looked at the portrait of the old man. It was difficult not to know Albus Dumbledore, even Harry knew him well.

"You should stay Tom. The students enjoy seeing their leader." The old man said. Harry looked back at the Lord.

Tom?

"Good idea Albus. We will stay. Harry has never been to Hogwarts. Severus, bring Harry to your quarters and let him fresh up there. In the meantime…why don't you fetch young mister Longbottom for me, Minerva." It was obvious that the headmistress did not want to do that, but you did not ignore an order from the Dark Lord. Harry didn't understand why he wasn't being held under a torture curse, but he wasn't going to test his luck.

Harry awaited the Lord his arrival while sitting in an armchair. The door from professor Snape his quarters opened and Lord Voldemort strode in.

"I thought you would keep yourself out of trouble. That you would be a quiet little orphan, but you really can't keep yourself…quiet." Harry glared at the man.

"I'm not the one who went to sleep with another one!" Voldemort stared at him as if he didn't understand what the problem was.

"Are you jealous?" He stated with disdain.

"No. It's just…" Voldemort took some steps closer until he stood right in front of Harry. He looked down with interest in his eyes.

"You will explain some things to me." Harry snorted.

"You don't care, do you?"

"It seems I have to, but no I don't care. I don't love, nor like. You don't know much about me, do you?"

"No." Harry said.

"Maybe that is way you are different. I am a Dark Lord, Harry. I do not love, I do not care. It is a miracle I let you in my house, but you know my reasoning."

"I do. I don't mind. It's just…" He sighed and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"We will have a conversation. Now come."

"Yes…Tom." The Lord glared at him but Harry dared a little smile. The Lord snorted.

Washed up and ready to go, standing in the middle of the door. Voldemort strode into the Great Hall, Harry following closely. Students went silent and every eye fell on them. A seat at the head table, right in the middle, was left for the Lord and the chair next to him was Harry's. Harry lifted his hand and hid his smile behind his hand. Lord Voldemort had stolen the Headmistress's chair and he hadn't even asked for it. It was given to him! Harry spotted Hermione, Ron and that saviorboy at a red table. He waved at them, but they only glared at the Lord his back. Harry wondered what was wrong with them, but he had to admit that the saviorboy looked quite pale and shaky.

"Did you hurt that Longbottom kid?" The Lord threw a look over his shoulder at Harry.

"You care?"

"Not really." Harry mumbled. He earned his first real smile right there and then.

They took their places, their places! Which made Harry grin and earned himself a smirk. Voldemort sensed what he was thinking, apparently he was amusing the Lord. That suited Harry just fine.

"I've heard you gave Longbottom quite a scare. Stealing a wizards wand?" The man said while sipping on his glass.

"He told me I'm the other prophesized child." Immediately the Lord lost his smirk and Harry could feel his magic building. He closed his eyes. Gone was the man he had talked with, in his place sat a terrifying monster.

"Really." A coldness fell in the Great Hall and many students, and teachers, felt it. Eyes looked at Harry and his 'husband'.

"Please calm down." The Lord swiveled his head at Harry, fury in his eyes. Although Harry knew very well the anger was not directed at him, he felt responsible for it.

"Please Sir, calm down."

"Did he say anything else?" The Lord asked with a restrained voice.

"No my Lord. Please…I need to know. Please tell me." The man sighed audibly but his anger was slowly leaving his body. Harry glanced up through his fringe.

"Please Sir. You wanted me to talk when we go…Home. Please, talk back." The Lord looked at him, and Harry had the feeling that Voldemort had never looked that intently at anyone. He sighed.

"Later."

"Promise?" Voldemort sneered but he nodded. Harry smiled to himself. This felt like a small victory!

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