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Journey to Somewhere	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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Love me again

A/N - Inspired by “Love me again” by John Newman and “The Call of Destiny” by Rob Land soundtrack to TV Series Merlin. I am combining years 5&6 for story purposes. Harry is 16 in this chapter, Sirius is already dead (his character is not needed for this story) So like I said previously, this is an A/U just incase a reminder is needed.
DJaddict - Stay with me... It gets even darker and more interesting. My stories kind of follow my mood. I had a really bad, no good horrible day. Started with my van not starting so I had to take my husband's truck to work, Father-in-law who had open heart surgury (and lives with us by the way) in October, had to go back into the hospital for more heart attacks (multiple and mild), his mother (my husbands grandmother) also went in for a stroke... and then during lunch I got into my first ever car accident as a driver. I spent 20 years with no accidents and now with a vehicle I don't drive often mixed with snow and I plow into the back of another truck making it undrivable, all with 3 days to go before payday and numerous bills I have to take care of with a negative bank balance... Sooooooooo.... Dark it is lately. Dumbles gets even worse, you will hate him by the end of this. I am trying to balance a dark powerful Harry, with some innocence and restraint.

Harry took his time warding the room. It was dark, dusty and unused. From his explorations of Grimmauld place, this room had never been used by the order and was small enough to have never been noticed. It would do for his purposes as he needed the fireplace that was here. It was not a large fireplace that was usually used for floo travel, but he could make it work. He cast the first intricate charm and the fire flared green. Then the second and the flames died down to embers.

It had only been a few days since the attack, but he had recovered enough to move around and listen in on a few meetings. It was the last meeting that prompted him to search for a room like this. He needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. He had only a night before he would be missed.

Harry crawled forward having to hunch down to reach the fire place. Once he crammed himself around the green embers, he dropped the floo powder and called out “Malfoy Manor, Blue Chamber”

He rolled out all scrunched up and his muscles ached as he tried to right himself. Strong arms reached for him and pulled him up against a hard chest. Harry took in the deep musk scent and sighed, reaching to embrace Voldemort. The man’s grip on him was tight and so welcome.

“Please Harry…” Voldemort’s voice cracked, “Can I just torture the muggles just a little?”

Harry heard the desperation in Voldemort’s voice. “Not yet. Let them think they have peace. Once we have what I was made for, then we will reign down retribution slowly, taking their peace away slowly.”

It was times like these that Voldemort felt so akin to the young man in his arms. He was never patient in his life before Harry. But Harry’s patience made him see that there was more satisfaction to be had when things were well thought out. He let the young man go and stepped back.

Harry frowned at the loss of the contact. He let his disappointment show and let out a surprised
gasp to find the older wizard falling to his knees in contrition. Harry moved closer and sank down. “What is it?”

When Voldemort stepped away, he thought they would talk and walk, but the utter look of disappointment speared him. He was helpless to the onslaught, his body giving out under the impact of that simple gaze. He gasped out trying to answer Harry. “I failed you just then, I can feel it so deep…” Voldemort cried out softly, a whimper leaving him as Harry reached out for him. “I…”

“Hush.” Harry said quietly, he pulled the older man into his arms. “I just wanted to be held longer, now I get to hold you.”

Harry understood he and Voldemort were connected. He could listen to the story of how they met over and over from the older man. He knew the connection was deep, but he did not see how deep until just now. Harry knew on his side there was also a growing awareness to Voldemort that had not been there originally. It started with the kiss, and now, though it was only the closeness of their bodies, maybe it was time to see if he could steal another kiss.

He did not want Voldemort to see his shell though, he wanted to show him his true face. Harry sat back and stared into dark eyes. He slid his wand into his hand and whispered a quick spell, then used the blood on his finger to trace the rune on his forehead. He did all this without breaking eye contact. He let his hands cover his face, and whispered “Truth” as he let his magic flood his hands.

Voldemort watched as Harry’s eyes melted into a beautiful sky blue, his face thinned by a minute amount and his skin paled visibly leaving a stark contrast to the blue black of his hair. Harry was handsome before under his forced face, but this was breathtaking. He was stilled when Harry smiled at him, dazing his senses. Only the intoxicating scent of Harry seemed to reach him with the heart stopping smile. His eyes closed as Harry leaned into him. His heart raced, blood ran south and he shivered. All before their lips even touched.

Harry was slow, not wanting to alarm the older wizard. He just could not keep going without so much as another kiss. He pressed their lips together softly and sighed into the kiss. He let his tongue dart out and swipe innocently across the Dark Lord’s lips. Harry was rewarded by being allowed in. This kiss was fire and need where the first had been innocent and curious. He let his hand slide into the silk of Voldemort’s brown hair and pushed his tongue deeper and twirled it faster. He breathed through his nose taking in the deep musk and let his other hand cup the cheek of the older man. He could not seem to get enough of Voldemort’s taste, it was addicting, hot and spicy. He pressed closer so they were now chest to chest. He tilted his head, coaxing that amazing tongue into his mouth, he wanted to be explored back. Once he gave over dominance of the kiss, he found he couldn’t breathe, he could just burn. It was demanding, tender and so very hot.

Voldemort took over when Harry tilted his head and he could not hold back anymore. The kiss was too intense to start with. He moaned as he licked every corner of Harry’s hot mouth. His hands held the young man to him fiercely as he claimed that mouth as his own. He felt his own veins react like fireworks as white light behind his eyes sparked. He broke the kiss to take in much needed air.

They stared into one another’s eyes drinking in each other’s souls. Voldemort only saw a dark angel whose beauty captivated him. Harry saw raw beauty and stroked the man’s cheek softly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.” Harry whispered as a blush crept across his pale features. He took in a deep breath steadying himself as he stood. Voldemort rose with him and looked like he could not speak. Harry took the man’s hand and started walking towards the door in the room.

“We need to talk to the others, I have news and a plan.” Harry stated.

They walked slowly, Harry relishing the closeness and the hum of power in his body.

Once in the large sitting room Harry guided them to the sofa and waited until Voldemort sat down. He sat down and pressed up against the older man’s side not wanting to let go the warmth he felt when he was near Voldemort.

“Let me summon them.” Harry whispered, picking up Voldemort’s arm and looking down at the dark mark.

Voldemort nodded then hissed when Harry’s breath coasted over the tattoo. Harry licked it then hissed the word “Come” in Parseltongue. Voldemort’s body shook violently with a new sense of need. He noted Harry’s sardonic smile when the young man looked up at him. There was no time to say or do anything when the rush of wind in the room darkened to allow for Voldemort’s followers to make their appearance. Harry just snuggled closer, pulling his legs up behind him as his head rested on Voldemort’s chest. It was like having a very sensuous cat curl up against his already needy and taut body.

Seven figures appeared immediately and then two more shortly thereafter.

“Lucius.” Harry called.

The tall blond stepped forward eyebrow raised at the sight that greeted him upon arrival. He knew that his Lord and Harry had something special, but the relationship looked to have progressed.

“Get Draco, we will need him here for this as well.” Harry instructed.

Lucius nodded and left.

Once Draco arrived with his father Harry continued his speech.

“Draco, I need you to work with me when we get back to Hogwarts. We have to find away to get everyone in silently. The old man has plans to try to reveal Voldemort to the papers and we need to silence him once and for all. I also overheard him with Remus Lupin, they are going to try to manipulate events at school to slowly release my powers and have me as a pawn in their plans. There was a mention of a blood quill, encouraging Ginny Weasley to pursue her interest in me…”

This earned an almost feral growl from Voldemort, whose arms tightened their hold. Harry paused and looked up at Voldemort, he placed a single hand on the man’s cheek and said only one word that diffused the older man. “Mine.” The older man’s eyes melted and he gave a nod.

Harry looked back at the group, some of them were fidgeting nervously, he ignored them and continued, “They also mentioned the need to train me on the resistance to the cruciatus. I already know that two powers have been released in a fashion to the events he is trying to manipulate. This last one, evidently needs to be brought about by intense pain, I need a volunteer.”

Voldemort tightened his hold again, “You don’t need a spell for this.”

Harry looked at him quizzically. He saw truth and only truth in the man’s eyes. “Then you are my volunteer.” Harry declared.
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