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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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Chapter VII - The Truth

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Even for a man possessing superlative senses it took a moment for him
to assess what he was seeing. He tasted the blood before he saw it, smelt it's
sharp tang the moment the door had opened and his crimson eyes scanned the room
for it's source, finally falling on the half covered form of Harry Potter.
The boy looked to be asleep but now that he was closer he could see that his
magic wasn't dormant with sleep, it was all that was sustaining him. The Dark
Lord growled and red energy radiated out from him in tangible waves.
The Muggles... They had done this...
"Bind them." His voice was soft with barely controlled anger his
pale skin dappling in a pattern that almost looked like scales.
"My Lord?"
"The Muggles," he ordered. "They are coming with us."
"At once, My Lord." Both red masked Death Eaters moved towards the
stairs, wands held at the ready.
Lord Voldemort stepped further into the room, consciously calming his magic.
He may have disarmed all the shields but the usual Ministry scanners could
still detect him. He didn't quite own enough people there yet.
Crimson eyes examined the boy closely. Harry's magic was directed towards
his abdomen, focused on his spleen. It had formed a tight barrier against the
injuries and was slowing down the rate of toxin spread but it could not sustain
him forever. It was too diffuse. There were too many injuries.
Hedwig hooted softly and Voldemort glanced at the bird as he moved to Harry.
"Quiet," he whispered. "I will help him." The owl seemed to
nod before sitting still on its perch. He pulled out his wand, looking down at
the thirteen inches of yew with an ironic smirk. Harry's would have been better
for this but it was gone now.
He closed red eyes for a moment, gathering himself for the spell before
pointing his wand towards the worst of the damage and murmured the words. A
soft hazy light emerged from his wands tip, hovering in the air for a moment
before surrounding Harry. The boy sighed as the energy surrounded him quickly,
meshing with the green-eyed boy's own magic accelerating the healing process.
It took care of the ruptured organs. Now the bones needed to be healed - ribs,
arm and leg. A few more muttered words and Harry was sleeping peacefully, his
magic smoothing itself out in rest.
"My angel," Voldemort whispered as he watched for a few minutes.
Downstairs he heard the woman's shrill scream before a few dull thuds. The
Muggles had been taken care of. He suppressed a tight smile. It appeared his
servants had woken them too before binding them. It was appropriate that the
Muggles should think upon his displeasure even while they were unconscious.
The Dark Lord reached out stroking a few stray hairs from Harry's forehead.
The boy's skin was like silk, smooth and creamy. The famous lightning scar was
a soft pink that only seemed to enhance the whiteness of his skin. "My
mark," he murmured. "Thus have I claimed you."
The bird hooted again, very quietly. "He's fine now," Voldemort
said and he drew himself back into the present. He couldn't be transfixed by
Harry's beauty just yet. He still had spells to break so it was with renewed
focus he looked back at the Obliviate that was on his prize.
It wasn't Dumbledore's. He could see that immediately. It had nowhere near
the amount of power any spell of Dumbledore's would have had. Harry had almost
broken it several times but it had drawn upon the power of Dumbledore's wards
to reinforce itself. And while the boy was at Hogwarts it drew on the
protection spells around the school... Now that was a very pretty piece of
work... Pity whoever had done it had almost certainly forfeited their lives by
touching his prize. After all they must have done something to Harry to warrant
placing such a complicated Obliviate on the boy. Still he couldn't help a small
feeling of disappointment. It would have been convenient if the spell had been
Dumbledore's.
"What are you hiding?" Voldemort whispered to the spell, raising
his wand once again. Now this was a spell his was suited for. "Envisu,
obliviate, fractus!" His eyes glowed and reality wavered as he saw
what Harry was forbidden to see.
He was four years old, waiting with his Uncle and Cousin while his Aunt
gossiped in the store. His cousin, at four and a half the size of a full grown
horse was poking him occasionally but he was doing his best to ignore it, and
kept his Uncle between them. It was boring but then a man had come up to his
Uncle and the two adults had begun talking. He'd moved off a little, careful
though to keep his eyes on his Uncle so that he wouldn't get lost. Not that his
Uncle would care.
Eventually the man had shaken hands with his Uncle, turning to smile at him
before the stranger moved off as his Aunt returned.
Little Harry had thought nothing off it, his Uncle had lots of acquaintances
he didn't know, until the same man had come around to the house while his Aunt
was at bridge. Again there was nothing really out of the ordinary with that,
what was not normal was the fact that his Uncle had lead him and the man up to
Dudley's spare bed room closing the door behind them.
Voldemort snarled at the memories. The man had touched Harry, smiling at him
and murmuring how beautiful he was. He'd undressed the boy, despite the
protests, running his hands all over Harry's creamy skin. Harry struggled,
trying to kick and claw at the man but the adult was stronger, trapping the boy's
legs in a lock but not bothering with his arms. He just laughed and encouraged
Harry's struggles.
Harry screamed when the man entered him, ripping his young body cruelly. The
man's only reaction was to cover Harry's mouth, muffling the noise the boy was making,
as he pumped harder. The man's face showed nothing but ecstasy and he continued
to murmur to Harry, telling the boy how beautifully tight he was. Blood poured
from the boy's torn anus and tears streamed from Harry's eyes but the man
simply continued until his own release, crying out as he reached it.
After it was over, he pulled out, patting Harry gently before dressing,
leaving the crying boy. Vernon escorted him out of the house, after a small wad
of bills had changed hands. Before the man left though, he spoke to Vernon
again. "He's good. He is so sweet. I'd like the other's to try him.
How about it - for the same amount and same time next week?"
Vernon had looked apprehensive for a moment before the mention of money
drove all concern from him. "All right," he agreed quickly.
"You are a very lucky man, Vernon." The stranger had nodded
pleasantly to Dudley before he left.
The Dark Lord pulled back from the memories and looked down at the sleeping
boy. Harry looked so peaceful sleeping in the bed that had caused him such
pain. But he didn't remember any of it. "My little one," he murmured,
stroking one long white finger over Harry's scar. "My poor little
one."
Those Muggles were going to pay! Harry could have their deaths but he would
have everything else. Unfortunately he still didn't know who cast the obliviate
on Harry. He couldn't leave Harry's pain with just the memory of the first
time. He would have to release the whole spell before he knew the truth.
Muggle after Muggle, week after week, they used him. All the men coming and
returning while the woman was at her weekly Bridge Club meeting. Vernon took
the money and looked the other way until Harry was eight.
The man, the one who had first used Harry had just left after commenting
again that Vernon was so lucky when the fat oaf had looked into the room. Harry
had been struggling to dress again, the tears still evident on his face. There
was no blood, not any more. His young body had been torn and healed too many
times but it was still sensitive and it still hurt. Vernon's eyes had narrowed
and after glancing the clock he had stepped into the room closing the door
firmly.
It was the look of fear that Harry gave him that the Muggle would suffer for
the most, Voldemort decided immediately, watching Harry's memories. The boy had
quickly worked out what his Uncle had been about to do and despite four years
of continual abuse he had still fought back. It had been no use and the large
man had fallen on the boy after hitting him a few times.
It took a long time. Vernon was not as fit as the other men and he didn't
know any of the techniques to keep the damage down and so Harry was once again
ripped from within, despite the stretching the other man had forced upon him,
as his Uncle violated him.
Eventually, it was over. Vernon was bright red and panting but he seemed
happy. In a gesture reminiscent of the very first time, he had reached out and
patted Harry, complimenting the boy.
After that day, the abuse was continual, anytime Harry's Aunt wasn't there.
The men still came once a week but Vernon took Harry at every other
opportunity. As Dudley became older, he knew what was happening and while he
had never touched Harry himself, except for physical abuse, his father had
allowed him to watch several times to see the correct way of punishing ingrate
losers. He'd laughed in glee at Harry's tears.
Voldemort shook his head, keeping a firm control on his magic although
visible waves still radiated from him. They had dared to hurt his Harry... They
had dared... He would personally ensure that everyone who had
touched his prize would have a very long time to regret their actions
but he still hadn't seen what he needed. He hissed feeling the split in his
eyes and his skin itching... The snake wanted out to avenge it mate. About
twenty different men had used Harry but none of them were Wizards. "Where
is the wizard, Harry? Show me which one is the wizard..." He said as he
gently cupped Harry's face, wiping away the sweat that was on his brow.
Three more years... It had continued for three more years with the Wizard
appearing when Harry was almost ten. The wizard knew who Harry was and
had seemed to take further pleasure in the fact that the one who had beaten the
great Dark Lord Voldemort had been reduced to nothing more than a sex toy by Muggles.
Voldemort growled, a feral smile on his face, and his sharp teeth catching his
lip. "I will know you," he whispered. The wizard was one he didn't
know but that had never stopped him. He knew what he looked like... That was
enough for the snake...
There was one more memory though... of the time when the spell had been
cast. It had been just after the first Hogwarts letter had been sent to Harry.
The wizard had come to the house late one night with someone else in tow; a vampire
by the looks of things. They had stunned the Muggles quickly and then had gone
to Harry.
The Vampire had commented on how beautiful Harry was and had made the offer
to turn him but the wizard had shook his head. "As much as I regret the
loss of my toy, it is necessary."
The Vampire had nodded before stepping up to the boy, sweeping back his hood
and weaving the magic. The Dark Lord looked closely at the Vampire... There was
something familiar there... With the level of power Voldemort could sense even
through Harry's undeveloped senses it had to be an elder although that raised
the question of how the wizard had paid the being. Elder's, if they agreed to
work for you were not cheap. Ah... He remembered now... Xeoaph Casitial...
Vampire elder, over two thousand years old, and one he had once approached for
blood and one of the few Vampires who know wizarding magic. At least having a
Vampire perform the spell answered Voldemort's other question on how it had
escaped detection for so long.
"But you have not escaped me. I will show you true darkness," the
Dark Lord purred as he broke the obliviate spell completely. Xeoaph would know
it but would have no reason to pursue the matter and even if it did, he knew
how to deal with their kind.
Harry frowned as the obliviate vanished and even in sleep he knew that
something had changed.
The Dark Lord sat lightly on the side of the bed. With Harry remembering
everything, it would be almost impossible to claim him. He would have left the
spell in place but Harry had to be whole to claim his birthright. Seduction was
going to be difficult now, the boy had too many bad memories... Unless...
Voldemort smiled, looking down at Harry. "My little one..." He
hissed. "Let me show you what it means to be loved..." With a gentle
move he leaned down brushing his lips against Harry's, tasting, teasing...
He drew back, crimson eyes hooded as he raised his wand once again.
"You will give me such pleasure," he whispered, "such
pleasure."
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